about five in the morning
I caught onto their banter , and not wishing to spoil a good jest , also declined , leaving Sponsilier to drink alone . During the night , whenever conversation lagged , some one was certain to make reference to the remarks which are said to have passed between the governors of the Carolinas , or if that failed to provoke a rise , ask direct if no one had something to ward off the chilly air . After being refused several times , Dave had thrown the bottle away , meeting these jests with the reply that he had a private flask , but its quality was such that he was afraid of offending our cultivated tastes by asking us to join him . Day broke about five in the morning . We had been in the saddle nearly ten hours , and were confident that sunrise would reveal some landmark to identify our location . The atmosphere was frosty and clear , and once the gray of dawn yielded to the rising sun , the outline of the Yellowstone was easily traced on our left , while the bluffs in our front shielded a view of the mother Missouri . In attempting to approach the latter we encountered some rough country and were compelled to turn towards the former , crossing it , at O'Brien 's roadhouse , some seven miles above the mouth .