two o'clock
For it was Andrew 's intention , being a mournful man of the Eastern Shore , to pray on every unusual occurrence . Piety is relative as well as real , but Andrew Waples on this occasion jumped into bed , said hic and amen , and `` times befo ' de waw , '' and went to sleep in the somnorific air of the Springs . He awoke with a dry throat , a disposition to faint and surrender his stomach , and an irresistible propensity to walk abroad and drink of the waters . He looked at his watch : it was two o'clock , and Saturday night . `` Alas ! '' said Andrew Waples aloud , `` the bars are closed . Even Morrissey has gone to bed , and the club-house is in darkness , but perhaps I can climb over the gate of some spring company , or find a fountain uninclosed .