noon
There , usually at a bend of the stream where the likelihood of jamming was great , they took their stands . When necessary , they ran out over the face of the river to separate a congestion likely to cause trouble . The rest of the time they smoked their pipes . At noon they ate from little canvas bags which had been filled that morning by the cookee . At sunset they rode other logs down the river to where their camp had been made for them . There they ate hugely , hung their ice-wet garments over a tall framework constructed around a monster fire , and turned in on hemlock branches . All night long the logs slipped down the moonlit current , silently , swiftly , yet without haste .