about nine in the morning
The North is the land of the musher . In that pure , buoyant air a man can walk away from himself . Any one of us thought nothing of a fifty-mile tramp , and one of eighty was scarcely considered notable . It was about nine in the morning when we got to the gold office . Already a crowd of stampeders were waiting . Foremost in the crowd I saw Jim . The Prodigal looked thoughtful .