midday
When I wandered in the deep snow , she led me back to the trail . And in this wise , like a man bereft of reason , who sees strange visions and whose thoughts are light with wine , I came to Haines Mission by the sea . '' Sitka Charley threw back the tent-flaps . It was midday . To the south , just clearing the bleak Henderson Divide , poised the cold-disked sun . On either hand the sun-dogs blazed . The air was a gossamer of glittering frost .