ten o'clock
The way looked dreary , and the woman carried her head high , as if in challenge to her courage . She had risen early , and had gone through her trifling share in the preparations , and though she had avoided me , I could see that she was ready to play her part . We paddled on our knees that morning , for the waves were choppy . By ten o'clock the bands of cloud had merged into a dun canopy , and by noon a slow , cold rain was drizzling . I dreaded a halt , but the necessity pressed . I selected a small cove , well tree-grown , and we turned our canoes inland . Fortunately the rain , though persistent , had been gentle , and had not penetrated far under the heavy foliaged pines .