three o'clock
Before they reached camp she had yielded to his appeal for another walk to-morrow , perhaps to Glacier Point and home by moonlight . That night Job took his blankets from the hotel and stole over back of the Reeds ' camp , just beyond the Indian 's `` cache '' on the gentle slope of the open valley where the great wall of Eagle Peak rises four thousand feet . Among a lot of boulders which look for all the world like tents in the twilight , there , between two great pines , he lay down to watch the moonlight fade from Glacier Point yonder across the valley , and fell asleep at last to dream of the Berkshire Hills , the winding Connecticut , and the scenes of childhood days . It must have been three o'clock -- it was dark , very dark , though the stars were shining brightly -- when something awoke him . He roused to find himself striking his nose on either side in a strange manner . Fully awake , he discovered the cause . Two tribes of ants living on opposite pine trees had completed a real estate bargain that night and had decided to change homes .