seven in the morning
Thus at last they were really going on an `` Indian trip '' -- to explore the great unknown , with every probability of adventure . At dawn Yan tapped the tom-tom . It sang a high and vibrant note , in guarantee of a sunny day . They left camp at seven in the morning , and after three hours ' tramp they got to the first part of the wilderness , a great tract of rocky land , disfigured with blackened trees and stumps , but green in places with groves of young Poplars or quaking Aspen . The Indians were very ready to camp now , but the Medicine Man said , `` No ; better keep on till we find water . '' In another mile they reached the first stretch of level Tamarack bog and a welcome halt for lunch was called . `` Camp ! ''