eight o'clock
There was a new snow over the village . Indeed , it had ceased to fall only at sunset , and it was now eight o'clock . It was heaped apparently with the lightness of foam on the windward sides of the roads , over the fences and the stone walls , and on the village roofs . Its weight was evident only on the branches of the evergreen-trees , which were bent low in their white shagginess , and lost their upward spring . There were evergreens -- Norway pines , spruces , and hemlocks -- bordering the road along which Burr Gordon was coming .