six o'clock
He looked down on us from his perch in a reproving manner , to think we would disturb the haunts of the past in that crude way . He was a weird looking old fellow as he sat there , blinking his big yellow eyes , and I could n't help thinking that the owl of wisdom perhaps a good many times might be found perched in the dark attics of the past , instead of spending his time in the sunlight of the great and active present . '' The afternoon passed , and soon the sun began to settle behind the western peaks . It was just six o'clock when the party came to the Little Fountain and chose their camping spot on a little green knoll of high ground , right by the water 's edge . Some one suggested a dip , and so , in the quiet coolness of a perfect summer twilight , with a cheerful fire burning on the bank , clothes were stripped and a bath taken . Then came the evening meal , the usual round of stories , the message from the letter of the Great Spirit , then to sleep . As Willis and Mr. Allen lay watching the firelight and listening to the thousand sounds of the night , the night breeze began to rise and to sing to them through the balsam boughs overhead .