seven o'clock
A Glimpse of Buffalo Roost The little party gathered about the fire the next morning , cooking the last breakfast of the trip . To-morrow they would be home again . Would they take back a glowing description of a cabin site , situated in some cool forest nook , in the shadow of some mighty crag , or would they be forced to disappoint the anxious crowd of fellows who would be waiting for their return ? By seven o'clock they were jogging down the railroad at a lively gait , keeping their eyes open for a canyon that would lead in back of Cookstove Mountain . They had come down the track at least two miles without finding any encouraging signs when they came upon a trail that seemed to lead from the railroad into an unknown canyon . Perhaps it was one of the many trails from the railroad back to the remains of some of the old construction camps . Perhaps it was a cowpath that led into a fertile meadow where cattle loved to rest by cool springs .