midnight
The genius of Philadelphia again claims the gratitude of the tourist , for the Sagamore Hotel is one of the most delightful hostelries in the world . A peculiar , interesting building , rambling up the slope on different levels , so contrived that all the rooms are outside , and having a delightful irregularity , as if the house had been a growth . Naturally a hotel so dainty in its service and furniture , and so refined , was crowded to its utmost capacity . The artist could find nothing to complain of in the morning except that the incandescent electric light in his chamber went out suddenly at midnight and left him in blank darkness in the most exciting crisis of a novel . Green Island is perhaps a mile long . A bridge connects it with the mainland , and besides the hotel it has a couple of picturesque stone and timber cottages . At the north end are the remains of the English intrenchments of 1755 -- signs of war and hate which kindly nature has almost obliterated with sturdy trees .