GOD’S GREAT MOVING PICTURES 
127 
move or to say one word lest the great 
wonder might vanish. 
Slowly the curtain began to rise. Up, up, 
slowly it rolled up, up, while all eyes stared, 
all hearts beat high, all lips were still. But 
right here we must stop, for only to those 
brave people and those hardy creatures of 
the far northland is it given to know what 
is done in God’s great moving pictures. If 
you would know, you must go to live there 
years and years and years. It can not be 
truly told, and the creatures of this arctic land 
could never tell. 
All that can be told is that after hours 
and hours of grandeur and splendor, the peo¬ 
ple all went back to their homes silent, not 
saying one word, but just thinking. We 
may know this; to the great and powerful 
the pictures meant something very different 
than they did to the meek and gentle, but to 
each there was a message just as there would 
be to any one of us if we were to live years 
and years in that strange, silent, lonesome 
land. If we were to guess, we would say 
