about five o'clock
The birds creeping from their night resting-places , began to sing , and from the farms by which I passed I heard the sound of the cocks crowing . On I tramped , anxious to get away from the neighbourhood where I was known , the light becoming clearer and clearer as I went , until I could see the outline of the coast . Then before me I saw a great jutting headland , similar to the one on which our house was built , thence I should be able to see my old home . By the time I got there it was broad day , I think about five o'clock , and wistfully I scanned the coast . Yes , there was Trewinion clear and plain , although miles away . The grey , rugged walls stood out distinctly and striking , while the tower lifted its head proudly into the sky . And this home I had given up .