eight
in the morning
No one worried about time in Dawson City . The nights were like the days , the only difference being that the nights were more noisy . Time was stretched and manipulated with as much ease as an elastic band . Men went to bed at eight in the morning , and woke up to take their breakfast at three or four in the afternoon . Thereafter came dancing , drinking , mirth , and boisterous song . The conditions of the northern summer aided and abetted this queer juggling with time , for it was never dark , and 3 A.M. was not much different to 3 P.M. And as a rule , the life of the saloons was too busy a thing to take notice of any changes in the position of the sun . The next morning Jim , armed with a pick and shovel and some stakes , left for Red Ruin .