about eleven o’clock
I can quite understand how it is that primitive people become sun worshippers , especially if their conditions of life render them liable to exposure . In half an hour more we were once again making fair progress with the help of a good wind . Our spirits had returned with the sunshine , and we were ready to laugh at difficulties and dangers that had been almost crushing on the previous day . And so we went on cheerily till about eleven o'clock . Just as we were thinking of halting as usual , to rest and try to shoot something to eat , a sudden bend in the river brought us in sight of a substantial-looking European house with a veranda round it , splendidly situated upon a hill , and surrounded by a high stone wall with a ditch on the outer side . Right against and overshadowing the house was an enormous pine , the top of which we had seen through a glass for the last two days , but of course without knowing that it marked the site of the mission station . I was the first to see the house , and could not restrain myself from giving a hearty cheer , in which the others , including the natives , joined lustily .