about 1 o'clock
dear Jervis ! '' cried she , with tearful eyes and tremulous voice , while yet her husband was coming , `` You are returning , and our boy not with you ! I was hoping he might have heard the report of your rifle or Pow-wow 's bark and had gone forth to meet you , as he often delights in doing ! '' Then she went on to tell how Sprigg , about 1 o'clock , had left the house to fetch a pail of water from their favorite but more distant spring , down there in the edge of the woods . Her mind becoming wholly occupied with her work at the loom , she had quite lost sight of the little circumstance , when , all at once , it had struck her that it had now been several hours since Sprigg had left the house , nor had yet returned . Whereat she had left off her weaving and gone forth to see what had become of him . She had searched the clearing all around the house , and the woods all around the clearing ; yet not a trace of him had she discovered , saving the empty bucket at the spring .