noon
`` They 're night-owls hooting in Canaan ! '' I rose again , pulled on my shoes , and wandered about in the gloom , only to lay down once more . I fought and wrestled with anger and fear until nearly dawn , then fell asleep at last . * * * * * It was broad daylight when I opened my eyes , and I had a feeling that it was going on towards noon . I pulled on my shoes , packed up the blanket again , and set out for town . There was no sun to be seen today either ; I shivered like a dog , my feet were benumbed , and water commenced to run from my eyes , as if they could not bear the daylight . It was three o'clock .