about five o'clock
This was the crisis of the night . The next thing I knew , Bill was urging us to eat some beefsteak and bread . The former , I afterward learned , he had got out of the pantry and cooked over the furnace fire . It was about five o'clock , and we had eaten nothing for nearly twelve hours . The general exhaustion of our powers had prevented a natural appetite from making itself felt , but mother had suggested that we should try food , and it saved us . It was still fearfully cold , but the danger was gone as soon as we felt the reviving effect of the food . An ounce of food is worth a pound of blankets .