midday
A piece of stray drift-ice thumped against the boat and grated along its side . Well , the following jam had n't caught him yet , was his thought , as he closed his eyes and slept again . It was bright day when next he opened his eyes . The sun showed it to be midday . A glance around at the far-away banks , and he knew that he was on the mighty Yukon . Sixty Mile could not be far away . He was abominably weak .