noon
Seeing him draw nigh , burying his broad wheels in the oppressed soil -- I , the prostrate votary -- felt beforehand the annihilating craunch . Strange to say -- strange , yet true , and owning many parallels in life 's experience -- that anticipatory craunch proved all -- yes -- nearly _ all _ the torture . The great Juggernaut , in his great chariot , drew on lofty , loud , and sullen . He passed quietly , like a shadow sweeping the sky , at noon . Nothing but a chilling dimness was seen or felt . I looked up . Chariot and demon charioteer were gone by ; the votary still lived .