midnight
And if that ai n't the way to speak to You , remember I have n't been a praying man long enough to learn the language very well , -- and that I 'm pretty sick , -- but that I would be glad to die -- to give them -- a great , white , holy frost . Lord , a frost ! Lord , a cool , white , clean frost , for these poor devils that have borne so much ! '' At midnight of that Saturday he dozed and dreamed . He dreamed of what he had thought while Scip was sick : of what it was like , to be holy ; and , sadly waking , thought of holy people -- good women and honest men , who had never done a deadly deed . `` I can not be holy , '' thought Zerviah Hope ; `` but I can pray for frost . '' So he tried to pray for frost .