six in the morning
Alas ! You will find mourning , everywhere . '' At the boy 's urgency the botanist agreed to lend him a horse and light carriage and bade one of the negroes drive the lad to Bridgetown . A hasty breakfast was swallowed , and , before six in the morning , Stuart was on his way back across the island , his faithful typewriter beside him . They had not gone far before the real tragedy of the hurricane began to show itself . Here was a house in splinters , and a group of people , crying , with bowed heads , told that death had been there . The fields were stripped bare .