noon
`` Oh , anybody . Do not interrupt me again , or I will sing ` Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep . ' Honest , I will . '' A little before noon , we sailed up the river to Lanesport . The old town lay very still in the baking sun . There were schooners in the stream , and one or two at the wharves . A few sloop-yachts and cat - boats were at anchor in the river , but none of them was the `` Hoppergrass . ''