ten o'clock
This did not displease Muskwa , who made his breakfast of the dog-tooth violet bulbs . The one matter that puzzled him was why Thor did not go into the lake and throw out trout , for he yet had to learn that all water did not contain fish . At last he went fishing for himself , and succeeded in getting a black hard-shelled water beetle that nipped his nose with a pair of needle-like pincers and brought a yelp from him . It was perhaps ten o'clock , and the sun-filled basin was like a warm oven to a thick-coated bear , when Thor searched up among the rocks near the waterfall until he found a place that was as cool as an old-fashioned cellar . It was a miniature cavern . All about it the slate and sandstone was of a dark and clammy wet from a hundred little trickles of snow water that ran down from the peaks . It was just the sort of a place Thor loved on a July day , but to Muskwa it was dark and gloomy and not a thousandth part as pleasant as the sun .