noon
Below this shoulder lay a grove of silvery aspens and of blue spruce , dripping with great bronze cones . Just above the flood line of the creek , Douglas trimmed out enough trees from the grove to give elbow-room for the cabins and corrals . By the end of Peter 's two weeks , the heaviest part of the building had been done . On the last day of the fortnight -- it had been a very pleasant fortnight for Peter -- he and Douglas dawdled long over their noon meal while old Johnny began the work he loved , the chinking of the log walls . Leaning against a log at the edge of the clearing , Lost Chief Valley sloped below them . A blue line of smoke rose from the Spencer chimney . `` Dad is sure sore at me this time , '' said Douglas .