one o'clock in the morning
For a good two hours Henry crouched in the little shelter , trying his best to go to sleep . The rain continued to come down , but fortunately it was not cold , so he suffered but little discomfort on that account . At last his head fell forward on his breast and he became oblivious to all around him . Towards one o'clock in the morning the rain ceased and a brisk wind came up from the southwest . As the stars began to show themselves , the wind carried to the keen nostrils of several wolves the scent of the buffalo carcass . The wolves were hungry , and with little yelps of satisfaction they trotted off toward where the game lay . It did not take the beasts long to get within a dozen yards of the dead buffalo .