six o'clock
And when I get up again , I do not throw the twig far away , but lay it down , and stand liking it ; at last I look at it once more with wet eyes before I go away and leave it there . Five o'clock . The sun tells me false time today ; I have been walking westward the whole day , and come perhaps half an hour ahead of my sun marks at the hut . I am quite aware of all this , but none the less there is an hour yet before six o'clock , so I get up again and go on a little . And the leaves rustle under foot . An hour goes that way . I look down at the little stream and the little mill that has been icebound all the winter , and I stop .