About one o'clock
But come on ! '' On we tramped again , following that will-o ' - the-wisp of a hand-sled track into the thick spruce forest . For the first nine or ten miles everything went well ; then one of the dangers of the great Maine woods in winter suddenly presented itself . About one o'clock it began to snow -- little icy pellets that rattled down through the tree tops like fine shot or sifted sand . The chill , damp wind sighing drearily across the forest presaged a northeaster . `` We 've got to hurry ! '' Addison said , glancing round .