six in the morning
It was midnight when they were ready and any question of going on at once was settled by Quonab . `` Ogdensburg is under arms , '' he said . `` It is not wise to approach by night . '' At six in the morning they were once more going , stiff with travel , sore-footed , face-frozen , and chafed by delay ; but , swift and keen , trotting and walking , they went . They passed several settlements , but avoided them . At seven-thirty they had a distant glimpse of Ogdensburg and heard the inspiring roll of drums , and a few minutes later from the top of a hill they had a complete view of the heroic little town to see -- yes ! plainly enough -- that the British flag was flying from the flag pole .