the noon sun
Unsympathetic support ! But I have known worse friends . A mercy it was , at any rate , that I kept my embrace during the moments when sense returned to me , with vision of the wonders spread around and below . Truly I enjoyed a wonderful view -- across the roofs of Plymouth , quivering under the noon sun , and away to the violet hills of Dartmoor ; and , again , across the water and shipping of the Hamoaze to the green slopes of Mount Edgcumbe and the massed trees slumbering in the heat . Slumber , indeed , and a great quiet seemed to rest over me , over the houses , the ships , the whole wide land . By the blessing of Heaven , not so much as the faintest breeze played about the spire , or cooled the copper rod burning my hand -LRB- and , again , it may have been this that woke me -RRB- . I sat astride the topmost crocket , and glancing down between my boot heels , spied the carriage with its pair of greys flattened upon the roadway just beyond the verge of the battlements , and Mr. Scougall himself dancing and waving his arms like a small but very lively beetle .