noon
My beard had not been cut since I came here . But no more need be said of my looks , for there were few to see me . A strange sight was now in store for me , which was to change the whole course of my life in the isle . One day at noon , while on a stroll down to a part of the shore that was new to me , what should I see on the sand but the print of a man 's foot ! I felt as if I was bound by a spell , and could not stir from , the spot . Bye-and-bye , I stole a look round me , but no one was in sight , What could this mean ? I went three or four times to look at it .