six in the morning
Over in the bunkhouse the carousal was still at its height . She could not rid herself of the sight of those two men struggling to be at each other like wild beasts , the bloody face of the one who had been struck , the coarse animalism of the whole whisky-saturated gang . It repelled and disgusted and frightened her . The night frosts had crept through the single board walls of Stella 's room and made its temperature akin to outdoors when the alarm wakened her at six in the morning . She shivered as she dressed . Katy John was blissfully devoid of any responsibility , for seldom did Katy rise first to light the kitchen fire . Yet Stella resented less each day 's bleak beginning than she did the enforced necessity of the situation ; the fact that she was enduring these things practically under compulsion was what galled .