midnight
His lower jaw sagged , and into his open mouth whined a lone mosquito . At the portals of sleep his night was again interrupted by the mule in the adjoining shed . `` Dat 's de night-brayin ` est jug-head Ah eveh seed . Wuss 'n a midnight roosteh drunk wid moonlight . '' He was about to launch a few burning curses from a vocabulary which the mule could saggitate , when a new thought was born to him . He lay silent , staring above him into the darkness . `` I 's de Supreem Gran ' Arrangeh ! ''