about 3
o'clock
` I 'm camped on upper Red River ; up where the river is only about twelve feet wide . It ai n't deep none , only a few inches , but it 's dug its banks down about four feet . The river runs along the center of a mile-wide valley , which they ai n't no trees in it , but all cl ` ar an ' open . It 's snowin ' powerful hard one , evenin ' about 3 o'clock when I comes back along the ridge towards my camp onder the pines . While I 'm ridin ' along I crosses the trail of nineteen deer . I takes it too quick , 'cause I needs deer in my business , an ' I knows these is close or their tracks would be covered , the way it snows . '' ` I runs the trail out into the open , headin ' for the other ridge .