about midnight
He did not ascribe his great successes in the face of obstacles that seemed insurmountable to any especial virtue in himself , but the idea that , for some unknown cause , he was favored by the greater powers was still strong within him . He could but thank them and looking up at the sky he did so without words . Then , feeling sure that his trail could not be found for hours , he wrapped his blanket about his body and pillowing his head on a heap of leaves fell asleep . The sense of watching remained so strong that it was alive while he slept , and about midnight it awakened him to see what a noise meant . It was , however , only the hungry whining of two wolves , drawn by the odor of the turkey , and , throwing a stick at them , he went back to sleep . He did not awaken again until morning , and then he felt so warm and snug in his blanket and on the bed of leaves that he was loath to move . The dawn was clear and cold , the first frost of the season touching his blanket with white , and he yawned mightily .