About five o'clock in the morning
They passed swiftly by Tiness , too , a picturesque little hamlet , perched on a rocky eminence . Their progress was rapid in spite of the rather dilapidated condition of their vehicle , whose bolts and springs rattled and creaked dolorously , and certainly there was no just cause of complaint against the driver , though he was half asleep most of the time . But for all that , he urged his horses briskly on , whipping his jaded steeds mechanically , but usually aiming his blows at the off horse , for the near one belonged to him , while the other was the property of a neighbor . About five o'clock in the morning Sylvius Hogg opened his eyes , stretched out his arms , and drank in huge draughts of the pungent odor of the pines . They had now reached Kongsberg . The carriage was crossing the bridge over the Laagen , and soon it stopped in front of a house near the church , and not far from the water-fall of the Larbrö . `` If agreeable to you , my friends , '' remarked Sylvius Hogg , `` we will stop here only to change horses , for it is still too early for breakfast .