Noon
The walls of the gorge would not tremble one whit , or notice ; and the spruce against the sky would not bow their heads to show that they had seen . But the canyon broke at last , and the craft emerged into the sunlight . It was good to see the easy slope of the hills again , the spruce forests , and the forms of the wild creatures on the river bank , startled by their passing . Noon came and passed , and for lunch they ate the last of the fudge . And now a significant change was manifest in both of them . Psychologists are ever astounded at the ability of mortals , men and animals , to become adjusted to any set of circumstances . The wax of habit sets almost in a day .