about eleven at night
I never felt such misery , fatigue and exhaustion in my life . I was ready to faint from hunger and cold . The rarefied air at the same time painfully acted upon my lungs . At last , when I thought myself at my last gasp , about eleven at night , it being in that region quite dark , we reached the summit of Mount Sneffels ! It was in an awful mood of mind , that despite my fatigue , before I descended into the crater which was to shelter us for the night , I paused to behold the sun rise at midnight on the very day of its lowest declension , and enjoyed the spectacle of its ghastly pale rays cast upon the isle which lay sleeping at our feet ! I no longer wondered at people traveling all the way from England to Norway to behold this magical and wondrous spectacle . Our supper was eaten with ease and rapidity , after which everybody did the best he could for himself within the hollow of the crater .