noon
An ' in that black night -- with the wind t ' smother his cries -- we could n't find Sammy Small . * * * * * `` The wind fell away at dawn , '' Tumm went on . `` A gray day : the sea a cold gray -- the sky a drear color . We found Skipper Sammy , close t ' noon , with fog closin ' down , an ' a drip o ' rain fallin ' . He was squatted on a pan o ' ice -- broodin ' -- wrapped up in his coonskin coat . ` Tumm , ' says he , ` carry my ol' bones aboard . ' An ' he said never a word more until we had un stretched out in his bunk an ' the chill eased off .