About noon
Again Moni climbed up the mountain , silent and sad and without singing . The rain had now ceased , but thick fog hung around on the mountains , and the sky was still full of dark clouds . Moni again sat under the rock and battled with his thoughts . About noon the sky began to clear ; it grew brighter and brighter . Moni came out of his cave and looked around . The goats once more sprang gayly here and there , and the little kid was quite frolicsome from delight at the returning sun and made the merriest leaps . Moni stood on the Pulpit-rock and saw how it was growing brighter and more beautiful below in the valley and above over the mountains beyond .