ten o'clock
Through the unselfishness , skill , and noble-heartedness of one man , has come so unexpectedly , as if dropped from the very skies , in the heart of one of the most inhospitable portions of the earth , sweet hope and deliverance . What wonder that their hearts are light and merry ? One thought only mars their pleasure : to-morrow morning the Children of the Skies will sail away in their glorious sky-ship , probably never to return . At ten o'clock the company broke up , the ship company ascending , as before to their staterooms . Barton would not hear to anything else than that they should descend in the morning for the last time . How sad these earthly partings are . It will not be so in that better land .