midnight
Every wooded point or sloping field was plainly outlined in the clear water , and there was the pleasant fragrance of pine and bayberry mingled with the soft sea air . It was much pleasanter than journeying in the sun . The squaw and Nakanit began to sing , and although neither Anne nor Amos understood the words , they were both sure that the musical notes told of birds flying over moonlit water . It was midnight when the squaw turned the canoe toward shore . It proved to be the mouth of a small inlet up which they went for some distance , Amos keeping close behind . `` Look , Anne ! '' he exclaimed as the Indians stopped paddling .