nine o'clock
In the spring flights of pigeons came north very early . They lived in the woods and swamps , and as soon as it began to be light flew down to the shore . As they came along , we used to toll them down with our decoys . The flight was almost always over by nine o'clock . When they returned in the evening , they paid no attention to decoys , but made straight for their roost . Tuesday morning , I was at Davy 's house a couple of hours before sunrise and , as usual , found him grumbling because I had not come an hour earlier . There was a bright moon , and we had plenty of light as we walked over the fields , and Davy told me wonderful stories of his hunting .