noon
No young , growing timber here , as on Captain Falkenberg 's land ; the ground was stony and barren , covered with heather and pine needles for miles round . They had felled too freely here ; the sawmills had taken over much , leaving next to no young wood . It was a melancholy country to be in . By noon I had cleared a few small jams , and marked down a big one . Then I had my meal , with a drink of water from the river . A bit of a rest , and I went on again , on till the evening . Then I came upon a big jam , where a man was already at work among the logs .