one o'clock
I do n't know , I 'm sure , same thing I suppose that put it into his head to give me impudence . '' `` You 've taken him back , '' said Phyl . `` Well , I suppose I have , '' said the other in a resigned voice , `` and likely to pay for my foolishness . '' Pinckney had said that it was only a two hours ' run from Charleston to Grangerville , but he had reckoned without taking into consideration the badness of some of the roads , and the intricacies of the way , for it was after one o'clock when they reached the little town beyond which , a mile to the West , lay the Colonel 's house . Grangerville lies on the border of Clarendon county , a tiny place that yet supports a newspaper of its own , the _ Grangerville Courier _ . The _ Courier _ office , the barber 's shop and the hotel are the chief places in Grangerville , and yellow dogs and black children seem the bulk of the population , at least of a warm afternoon , when drowsiness holds the place in her keeping , and the light lies broad and steadfast and golden upon the cotton fields , and the fields of Indian corn , and the foliage of the woods that spread to southward , enchanted woods , fading away into an enchanted world of haze and sun and silence . When the great Southern moon rises above the cotton fields , Romance touches even Grangerville itself , the baying of the yellow dog , darkey voices , the distant plunking of a banjo , the owl in the trees -- all are the same as of old -- and the houses are the same , nearly , and the people , and it is hard to believe that over there to the North the locomotives of the Atlantic Coast railway are whistling down the night , that men are able to talk to one another at a distance of a thousand miles , fly like birds , live like fish , and perpetuate their shadows in the `` movies . ''