midnight
Mother 'd ` a ' worried an ' been thinkin ' all sorts o ' things happenin ' what never would happen ; '' and , greatly relieved , Bob asked , `` An ' when 'd you make th ' Bay ? '' '' ` Twere just New Year . Bill an ' me cruises along fast , bein ' light , an ' takin ' short sleeps . ` Twere night when we gets t ' Wolf Bight , an ' I says t ' Bill , says I : `` Tis near midnight , an ' likewise t ' th ' New Year . They 'll be sleepin ' , an ' le 's 's wake un up shootin ' th ' New Year in like all creation . ' `` Gettin ' alongside th ' winder , we lets go till our rifles is empty , and then rushin ' in th ' door yells , ` Happy New Year ! ' They was awake , all right , wonderin ' what in time an ' creation were turned loose on un , we yellin ' like a passel o ' Injuns .