ten minutes to
twelve
I was too tired to think . The open air and the swaying and jolting had chloroformed me into insensibility . Olie could have driven over the edge of a canyon and I should never have stopped him . Instead of falling into a canyon , however , at exactly ten minutes to twelve we pulled up beside the shack door , which had been left unlocked , and Olie went in and lighted a lamp and touched a match to the fire already laid in the stove . I do n't remember getting down from the wagon seat and I do n't remember going into the shack . But when Olie came from putting in his team I was fast asleep on a luxurious divan made of a rather smelly steer-hide stretched across two slim cedar-trees on four little cedar legs , with a bag full of pine needles at the head . I lay there watching Olie , in a sort of torpor .