six o'clock
It seemed a long time until we reached our camping-place , partly because , although a small eater ordinarily , the air and exercise had made me feel famished . But the disagreement between Tish and Aggie , owing to the latter 's unfortunate exclamation while kicked over the cliff , made the time seem longer . There was not the usual exchange of pleasant nothings between us . But by six o'clock Tish was more amiable , having seen bear scratches on trees near the camp , and anticipating the sight of a bear . She mixed up a small cup cake while Bill was putting up our tent , and then , taking her rod , proceeded to fish , while Aggie and I searched for grasshoppers . These were few , owing to the altitude , but we caught four , which we imprisoned in a match-box . With them Tish caught four trout and , broiling them nicely , she offered one to poor Aggie .