ten o'clock
What a world of shifting scenes it is ! Forbes had picked up his traps and gone off with his unreasonable companion like a soldier . The day after , when he looked out of the window of his sleeping-compartment at half-past four , he saw the red sky of morning , and against it the spires of Philadelphia . At ten o'clock the two friends were breakfasting comfortably in the car , and running along down the Cumberland Valley . What a contrast was this rich country , warm with color and suggestive of abundance , to the pale and scrimped coast land of Maine denuded of its trees ! By afternoon they were far down the east valley of the Shenandoah , between the Blue Ridge and the Massanutten range , in a country broken , picturesque , fertile , so attractive that they wondered there were so few villages on the route , and only now and then a cheap shanty in sight ; and crossing the divide to the waters of the James , at sundown , in the midst of a splendid effect of mountains and clouds in a thunderstorm , they came to Natural Bridge station , where a coach awaited them . This was old ground to King , who had been telling the artist that the two natural objects east of the Rocky Mountains that he thought entitled to the epithet `` sublime '' were Niagara Falls and the Natural Bridge ; and as for scenery , he did not know of any more noble and refined than this region of the Blue Ridge .