Noon
NOON , by the North clock ! Noon , by the east ! High noon , too , by these hot sunbeams , which fall , scarcely aslope , upon my head , and almost make the water bubble and smoke , in the trough under my nose . Truly , we public characters have a tough time of it ! And , among all the town officers , chosen at March meeting , where is he that sustains , for a single year , the burden of such manifold duties as are imposed , in perpetuity , upon the Town Pump ?