noon
The second day of their flight had begun . It was rough and slow going along the shore of Bear Pond , with the exception of the spit of sand on which they had camped . The shore was lined with dead trees and jagged masses of rock ; there was no alternative but to follow the shore , the swamp lands , which were even worse , extending far back of the dead timber . By noon they had only reached the foot of the range of mountains . By another twilight they found themselves on the other side of the range and within half a day 's tramp of Alder Swamp . All that day Alice kept patiently on with the rest . Her husband 's grit was a revelation to her ; not once since they left the burned camp had he mentioned the catastrophe .