noon
After a few moments the start was made . The first few hours were spent as before , wading the stream . As she could do nothing in the water , May-may-gwán kept to the woods , walking stolidly onward , her face to the front , expressionless , hiding whatever pain she may have felt . This side of noon , however , the travellers came to a cataract falling over a fifty-foot ledge into a long , cliff-bordered pool . It became necessary to portage . The hill pinched down steep and close . There existed no trails .