noon
The flood , thus dammed and held back , rose higher and higher , rushing through and among the mass with a strange hollow roar which changed the note of the fall . Where it hung in the throat of the pitch , the mass kept rising and falling with the peculiar rhythmic motion of the water . We expected each moment to see it break out and go down ; but the tough spruce logs held . By noon , all the crew had come up . The jam filled the whole river for a third of a mile back from the fall , so completely that during the afternoon the west bank gangs crossed on it to the east side . We lighted our fires on the ledges ; and as the evening advanced it was a picturesque sight -- a hundred and fifty red-shirted drivers camping there and sitting in messes about their coarse fare . All the next day we worked with the warps .