noon
This rugged ridge bore the name of Pine Hill . From the summit I gained a fine view of the country around , with its farms and forest tracts , and of the Pennesseewassee stretching away to the southward ; also of the White Mountains in the northwest ; while on the other side of the hill to the east and southeast , lay an extensive bog and another smaller lake , or pond , known as North Pond . For half an hour or more I sat upon a pine stump and pored over the geography of the district with much boyish interest , noting various hills , farmhouses and other landmarks concerning which I determined to inquire of Addison . At length , beginning to feel hungry and bethinking myself that it must be getting toward noon , I descended from my perch of observation , and made my way homeward , although it did not seem very much like home to me as yet . The tramp had done me good in the way of satisfying my `` bump of location . '' Reaching the house in advance of the noon hour , I went out with Theodora to see the eaves swallows again . We counted fifty-seven nests in a row , each resembling very much a dry cocoanut shell , with a swallow 's head looking out at a little hole on the upper side .