midnight
He seemed even no little pleased that what he had foretold had come to pass . So we stood , Wat and I , in silent amaze before him , as the storm continued to blare till the whole heaven above us appeared but the single mouth of a black trumpet . Sometimes we seemed to be in a large place , ribbed and rafted with roaring sound , upholstered with lightning flashes of pale violet and blue . Then again the next moment we were shut within a tent of velvet blackness like a pall , with only the echoes of the warring midnight rolling away back among the hills . There seemed no God of Pity abroad that night to look after puir muir-wandered folk , but only mocking devils riding rough-shod on the horses of the pit . `` Come away hame , Gibbie , '' said I , `` ye can do her little good . I fear she 's by wi ' it ! ''