noon
We went slowly and we talked much . Yet we talked only of the birds and the woods and the paddling . Never of ourselves . At noon we landed in a pocket of an inlet on the south side of the cove toward its mouth . There was a wonderful meadow there with tiger lilies burning like blood and a giant sycamore leaning to the water . I cooked a venison steak on hot stones , and we had maize cakes and wild berries and water from a spring . We sat alone at meat as we had never done .