About four o'clock in the morning
-LRB- I once saw seven or eight of them tackle a lean , savage old wild boar in a dried-up taro swamp ; two of them were ripped up , the rest hung on to him by his ears and neck , and were dragged along as if they were as light as feathers , until a native drove a heavy ironwood spear clean through the creature 's loins . -RRB- During the evening my native friends , in response to my inquiries about the river , told me that it certainly took its rise from the deep pool I have before described , and that had I made a more careful examination I should have seen several tiny rivulets , hidden by the dense undergrowth , flowing into it from both sides of the gorge . During severe rains an immense volume of muddy water would rush down ; yet , strangely enough , the two kinds of fish which inhabited it were just as plentiful as ever as soon as the water cleared . About four o'clock in the morning , when I was sound in slumber , a voice called to me to awaken . It was Nalik . `` Come out and look . '' I lifted -LRB- not opened -RRB- my Venetian-sashed door of pandanus leaf , and stepped out .