about nine in the evening
Little do ye know your own blessedness ; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive , and the true success is to labour _ . '' -- R. L. Stevenson . `` Eucalyptus lies on the eastern slope of the Rockies . It will be fourteen years back this autumn that the coach dropped me there , somewhere about nine in the evening , and Hewson , who was waiting , took me straight to his red-pine house , high up among the foot-hills . The front of it hung over the edge of a waterfall , down which Hewson sent his logs with a pleasing certainty of their reaching Eucalyptus sooner or later ; and right at the back the pines climbed away up to the snow-line . You remember the story of Daniel O'Rourke ; how an eagle carried him up to the moon , and how he found it as smooth as an egg-plum , with just a reaping-hook sticking out of its side to grip hold of ? Hewson 's veranda reminded me of that reaping-hook ; and , as a matter of fact , the cliff was so deeply undercut that a plummet , if it could be let through between your heels , would drop clean into the basin below the fall .