midnight
But at midnight quiet slumber had descended upon them , and they presented a funny spectacle enough to one open-eyed watcher . A long slender sycamore log was extended before the fire , and constituted their pillow ; on this their heads reposed , each decorated with a tightly fitting silk handkerchief ; then came a compact , papoose-like roll of grey blanket , terminated by a pair of erect feet , whose generous proportions soared to different heights . There was a little snoring , too ; perhaps the log was hollow . At midnight you might have seen a quaintly despondent little figure , whose curly head issued from a hooded cloak , staggering hopelessly from a hammock , and seating herself on a mossy stump . From the limpness of her attitude and the pathetic expression of her eyes , I fear Polly was reviewing former happy nights spent on spring-beds ; and at this particular moment the realities of camping-out hardly equalled her anticipations . Whatever may have been her feelings , however , they were promptly stifled when a certain insolent head reared itself from its blanket-roll , and a hoarse voice cackled , ` Pretty Polly ! Polly want a cañon ? '