9 o'clock
You go out on a farm now , at your age , and when you get the first blister on your hands you want to send for a doctor , and you throw up the job and come back on my hands . Suppose you started out next Monday morning to learn to be a farmer . Let me make out a programme for you . You would go to bed Sunday night at 9 o'clock , and lay awake thinking of the glory of a farmer 's life , and at 3 a. m. you would go to sleep , and at 4 you would hear the door to the attic open , and a voice that would sound like an auctioneer would yell to you to come down and get to work . You could n't argue the case with the farmer , as you do with me when I try to get you up early to go fishing ; and you would get up and put on a pair of cowhide shoes , brown overalls , a hickory shirt with bed-ticking suspenders , and you would go out into a barnyard that smelled like fury , and milk nine or fifteen cows on an empty stomach ; and while another hired man was taking the milk to a creamery , you would see that it was not daylight yet , but you would go in the kitchen and eat a slice of pork , and hurry about it , and then you would curry off the horses , and help hitch the team to a reaper ; and just as it was getting light enough to see things , you would go out to a wheat field , and , after the old man had cut two or three swaths around the field , several of you would turn in to bind up the bundles . They would show you how , and then they would see that you did your share of work . `` You would hustle for about four hours , and you would be so hungry it would n't be safe for a dog to come around you , and you would drink warm water out of a jug till your stomach ached , and you would wonder if it was not almost supper time , and if you looked at your watch you would find it was only about 9 o'clock in the morning , with three more solid hours of work before dinner time .