noon
No long wait here ; they drink a mug of milk , and make pretence of trying to sell their wares on the spot , then shoulder their burdens and off again . They are not out for pretence . Off they go , trundling southward through the forest . They march till noon , rest for a meal and on again till evening . Then they camp and make a fire , lie down , and sleep a while . Sivert sleeps resting on a boulder that he calls an arm-chair . Oh , Sivert knows what he is about ; here 's the sun been warming that boulder all day , till it 's a good place to sit and sleep .