noon
Since then the firm had not been represented , and of course there was no cargo . The wind , besides , was fair , the captain hoped he could make his next island by dawn , with a good tide , and the business of landing my trade was gone about lively . There was no call for me to fool with it , Case said ; nobody would touch my things , everyone was honest in Falesá , only about chickens or an odd knife or an odd stick of tobacco ; and the best I could do was to sit quiet till the vessel left , then come straight to his house , see old Captain Randall , the father of the beach , take pot-luck , and go home to sleep when it got dark . So it was high noon , and the schooner was under way before I set my foot on shore at Falesá . I had a glass or two on board ; I was just off a long cruise , and the ground heaved under me like a ship 's deck . The world was like all new painted ; my foot went along to music ; Falesá might have been Fiddler 's Green , if there is such a place , and more 's the pity if there is n't ! It was good to foot the grass , to look aloft at the green mountains , to see the men with their green wreaths and the women in their bright dresses , red and blue .