six in the evening
It was not easy to go to bed ; and even if you got so far it was not easy to sleep . The sun poured into the cabins by night as well as by day , and there was nothing to divide one part of the twenty-four hours from another . You slept when you were too tired to watch the river . You breakfasted , like as not , at six in the evening ; you dined at midnight . Through all your waking hours you kept an eye on the window overlooking the river . In your bed you listened for that ancient Yukon cry , `` The ice is going out ! '' For ages it had meant to the timid : Beware the fury of the shattered ice-fields ; beware the caprice of the flood .