one o’clock in the morning
No doubt he had often traveled it and was incapable of losing his way . I followed him with unshakeable confidence . He seemed like some Spirit of the Sea , and as he walked ahead of me , I marveled at his tall figure , which stood out in black against the glowing background of the horizon . It was one o'clock in the morning . We arrived at the mountain 's lower gradients . But in grappling with them , we had to venture up difficult trails through a huge thicket . Yes , a thicket of dead trees !