five o'clock
It was a congenial task for Jimmie , and he often sang as he worked . Jack liked to hear Jimmie warble , for he had a voice like a bird , clear and sweet , though wholly untrained . `` Another good day takes us below Cairo , and the mouth of the big Ohio , '' Jack announced after a while ; to which the cook added his blessings , and hoped everything would run to their liking . It was five o'clock when they sat down to supper . Jimmie had spread himself to some purpose on this occasion ; that is to say , he had made a fine stew out of some corned beef taken from a tin , the balance of the corn , left from a previous meal , but removed from the can after opening , in order to avoid danger of ptomaine poisoning , and a couple of cold potatoes cut up into small pieces . Then he had also opened a can of peaches , to top off with ; and they also devoured the last piece of homemade gingerbread , carried from the start . `` This is simply great , '' observed Jack , as he sighed while looking at his share of the dessert , as though doubtful regarding his capacity .