about eight o'clock
Feeling these things more in those days than I feel them now , I fetched a goodish compass round , by the way of the cloven rocks , rather than cross Black Barrow Down , in a reckless and unholy manner . There were several spots , upon that Down , cursed and smitten , and blasted , as if thunderbolts had fallen there , and Satan sat to keep them warm . At any rate it was good -LRB- as every one acknowledged -RRB- not to wander there too much ; even with a doctor of divinity on one arm and of medicine upon the other . Therefore , I , being all alone , and on foot -LRB- as seemed the wisest -RRB- , preferred a course of roundabout ; and starting about eight o'clock , without mentioning my business , arrived at the mouth of the deep descent , such as John Fry described it . Now this -LRB- though I have not spoken of it -RRB- was not my first time of being there . For , although I could not bring myself to spy upon Uncle Reuben , as John Fry had done , yet I thought it no ill manners , after he had left our house , to have a look at the famous place , where the malefactor came to life , at least in John 's opinion . At that time , however , I saw nothing except the great ugly black morass , with the grisly reeds around it ; and I did not care to go very near it , much less to pry on the further side .