six o'clock
And as they saw it , there was nothing for them to do but to bear their crosses bravely . What a blessed thought it is that God understands many things that are beyond our ken ! The whistles blew for quitting time . The six o'clock train from the West pulled into the yards , stopped -- puffing a few moments at the water tank -- and thundered on its way again . On the street , business men and those who labored with their hands hurried from the scenes of their daily toil , while the country folk untied their teams and saddle-horses from the hitch-racks to return to their waiting families and stock on the distant farms . A few miles out on the main road leading northward the home-going farmers passed a tired horse hitched to a dusty , mud-stained top-buggy , plodding steadily toward the village . Without exception they hailed the driver of the single rig heartily .