noon
On the morning of the third day they passed the mouth of the Oswego , where the fort and the sleeping ensign invited them in vain to enter . Without casting a look aside , Chingachgook paddled past the dark waters of the river , and Pathfinder still followed in silent industry . The ramparts were crowded with spectators ; but Lundie , who knew the persons of his old friends , refused to allow them to be even hailed . It was noon when Chingachgook entered a little bay where the _ Scud _ lay at anchor , in a sort of roadstead . A small ancient clearing was on the shore ; and near the margin of the lake was a log dwelling , recently and completely , though rudely fitted up . There was an air of frontier comfort and of frontier abundance around the place , though it was necessarily wild and solitary . Jasper stood on the shore ; and when Pathfinder landed , he was the first to take him by the hand .