noon
Promptly at ten o'clock the pathfinders marched away , looking quite explorerfied with their hatchets hanging from their belts and their Wohelo knives chained to their bloomer pockets . At twenty-minute intervals the other pairs started , Nyoda going the rounds before she left to see who had left her things in the neatest order , and whose poncho looked the best . A banner would go to the pair who kept up the best style throughout the hike . She and Medmangi ate their lunch before starting , as they left so near noon . Leaving camp in the care of the man from the village , they struck into the path through the woods . The whole earth seemed filled with the scent of flowers and the invigorating odor of the pines . Here in Maine the wild strawberries were in full prime early in July , and the path was bordered with daisies and other bright flowers .