noon
The tired feeling he had spoken of so lightly was worse than he had described it , and he was despondent , for no particular reason . That night he slept miserably and awoke with a chill to find a cold , pouring rain beating against the windows of the shanty . He could not eat and he could not keep warm , even with the cook-stove top red hot and a blanket over his shoulders . By noon the chill had gone and he was blazing with fever . Still the rain and the wind , and no visitors at the ropes , not even the light-keeper . He lay down on his bed and tried to sleep , but though he dozed a bit , woke always with a start and either a chill or fever fit . His head began to ache violently .