The noon sun
He caught up his barrow and pushed it , over the wide road , straight to the station . There he had to wait . He loitered round the dreary , deserted yard . The noon sun bit the naked stones ; and everything , hiding and shrinking from that glowing sun-fire , seemed dead . The drivers sat slumbering on the boxes of their cabs ; the horses stood on three legs , their heads down , crookedwise between the shafts , and now and then they gave a short stamp , to keep off the flies , which were terribly active . A group of loafers lay sleeping on their stomachs in the shade . A slow-moving vehicle drove past and disappeared round the corner .