two o'clock
By day 't was haul the traps -- pull an oar an ' fork the catch with a back on fire , cracked hands , salt-water sores t ' the elbow , soggy clothes , an ' an empty belly ; an ' by night 't was split the fish -- slash an ' gut an ' stow away , in the torchlight , with sticky eyelids , hands an ' feet o ' lead , an ' a neck as limp as death . I learned a deal about life -- an ' about the worth of a dollar in labor . ` Take that ! ' says Skipper Davy , with the toe of his boot , ` an ' I 'm sorry t ' have to do it , but you ca n't fall asleep on a stack o ' green cod at two o'clock in the mornin ' an ' be a success in life . Try _ that _ ! ' says he , with the flat of his hand , ` though it grieves me sore t ' hurt you . ' But whatever an ' all , us loaded the _ Word o ' the Lord _ -- an ' stowed the gear away , an ' fell down t ' sleep in our tracks , an ' by an ' by lied in wait for a fair wind t ' the Newf ` un ` land outports .