about seven o'clock
He seemed to be stumbling along the bottom of a dark trench , for the firs shut him in like a wall and there was only an elusive glimmer of light above their serrated tops . He did not expect to find a house until he reached the station , for much of North Ontario is a wilderness where the trees are too small for milling and agriculture is impossible among the rocks . To make things worse , he felt hungry . The train had stopped at about seven o'clock at a desolate station where the passengers were given a few minutes to get supper , but Foster 's portion was too hot for him to eat . He tried to encourage himself by remembering that he had once marched three hundred miles across the snow with a badly frozen foot , but this did not make his present exertion easier . As he got hungry he got angry . He had gone away to enjoy himself , and this was how his holiday had begun !