noon
We started lightly equipped upon the horse paths . The long journey by water and shore brought us in October to the head of Green Bay . We had seen Lake Michigan , of a light transparent blueness , with fire ripples chasing from the sunset . And we had rested at noon in plum groves on the vast prairies , oases of fertile deserts , where pink and white fruit drops , so ripe that the sun preserves it in its juice . The freshness of the new world continually flowed around us . We shot deer . Wolves sneaked upon our trail .