midnight
Now , you remember , shore ; whatever game 's bein ' turned back thar , if it goes ag ` in you , raise the long yell for a sharp called Cherokee Hall ; an ' his bank 's yours to go behind your play . ' '' It was evening . The first dark foreshadowing of the coming night clothed all in half obscurity . But I knew the way ; I could have travelled the little path at midnight . There he was , the Old Cattleman , under a favorite tree , the better to avoid the heavy dew . He sat motionless and seemed to be soaking himself , as one might say , in the balmy weather of that hour . My wisdom had ordered Jim , my black man , to attend my steps .