noon
For an hour or more Scorrier tried to feign sleep , and hide from the stillness , and overmastering gloom of these great woods . Then softly a whisper of noises stole forth , a stir of light , and the whole slow radiance of the morning glory . But it brought no warmth ; and Scorrier wrapped himself closer in his cloak , feeling as though old age had touched him . Close on noon he reached the township . Glamour seemed still to hover over it . He drove on to the mine . The winding-engine was turning , the pulley at the top of the head-gear whizzing round ; nothing looked unusual .