nine o'clock
A tame young elk walked in and out of the cabin door , and during supper it tried to push me off my chair . A half-tame mountain sheep practised jumping from the ground to the roof . The cabin was papered with posters of a circus , and skins of bear and silver fox lay upon the floor . Until nine o'clock one man talked to the Virginian , and one played gayly upon a concertina ; and then we all went to bed . The air was like December , but in my blankets and a buffalo robe I kept warm , and luxuriated in the Rocky Mountain silence . Going to wash before breakfast at sunrise , I found needles of ice in a pail . Yet it was hard to remember that this quiet , open , splendid wilderness -LRB- with not a peak in sight just here -RRB- was six thousand feet high .