03/10/2009
ArcImaging - The Search For Noah's Ark
1900-1906 - George Hagopian Testimony
It
was a year without much snow—a "smooth
year" or "no snow year." There's one of those about every twenty years. We got to
the ark. My uncle dropped his pack, and together we began to haul stones to the side
of the ship. Within a short time we had stacked a high pile of rocks against the
side of the ship. "Georgie, come here," he
said, grabbing me
by the arm. "You are going on top of the holy ark." I stood up
straight and looked all
over the ship. It was long. The height was about forty feet. "Look inside
the ark," my uncle called up to me. "Look for the holes. Look for the big one. Look inside and tell me what you see.” Yes, there was the hole, big and gaping. I peeked into the
blackness of the
hole, but saw nothing. Then I knelt down
and kissed the holy ark. The
top of the ark was
covered with a very thin coat of fresh fallen snow. But when I brushed some of
it away I could
see a green moss growing right on top. When I pulled a piece off…it was made
of wood. The
grain was right there. I remember small
holes running all the way from the front to the back. I don't know exactly how many, but there
must have been at least fifty of them running down the middle with small intervals in between.
My uncle told me these holes were
for air. That roof was flat
with the exception of the narrow raised section running all the way from the bow to the stern with all
those holes in it. I remember my uncle took
his gun and shot into the
side of the ark, but the bullet wouldn't penetrate. Uncle then pulled his long hunting knife from his belt, and with the heavy
handle he chipped a piece from the side
of the ark.