six at night
The rain blinded me , the wind had nearly beat me from the saddle , and the first darkness of the night surprised me in a wilderness still some way east of Balwhidder , not very sure of my direction , and mounted on a horse that began already to be weary . In the press of my hurry , and to be spared the delay and annoyance of a guide , I had followed -LRB- so far as it was possible for any horseman -RRB- the line of my journey with Alan . This I did with open eyes , foreseeing a great risk in it , which the tempest had now brought to a reality . The last that I knew of where I was , I think it must have been about Uam Var ; the hour perhaps six at night . I must still think it great good fortune that I got about eleven to my destination , the house of Duncan Dhu . Where I had wandered in the interval perhaps the horse could tell . I know we were twice down , and once over the saddle and for a moment carried away in a roaring burn .