noon
There was a loft nearly full of hay , and I crawled up , and dug a hole far down against the side of the building , and climbed in , bringing with me for drink a nest of hen 's eggs which I found in a corner . The warmth of the dry hay was comforting , and after caring for my wounds , which I found were but scratches , I had somewhat to eat from my knapsack , drank up two eggs , and then coiled myself for sleep . It was my purpose , if not discovered , to stay where I was two days , and then to make for the point below the Falls of Montmorenci where I hoped to find a canoe of Voban 's placing . When I waked it must have been near noon , so I lay still for a time , listening to the cheerful noise of fowls and cattle in the yard without , and to the clacking of a hen above me . The air smelt very sweet . I also heard my unknowing host , at whose table I had once sat , two years before , talking with his son , who had just come over from Quebec , bringing news of my escape , together with a wonderful story of the fight between Gabord and myself . It had , by his calendar , lasted some three hours , and both of us , in the end , fought as we lay upon the ground .