summer's noon
-LSB- Footnote 7 : Broken ice , between large cakes , or against the shore . -RSB- The planter stopped speaking . We had all gone along so with the story , that the stout seafarer , as he wrought the whole scene up about us , seemed instinctively to lean back and brace his feet against the ground , and clutch his net . The young woman looked up , this time ; and the cold snow-blast seemed to howl through that still summer 's noon , and the terrific ice-fields and hills to be crashing against the solid earth that we sat upon , and all things round changed to the far-off stormy ocean and boundless frozen wastes . The planter began to speak again : -- `` So I falled right down upon th ' ice , sayun , ` Lard , help me ! Lard , help me ! ' an ' crawlun away , wi ' the snow in my face -LRB- I was afeard , a ` most , to stand -RRB- , ` Lard , help me !