nine o'clock
In New York Hollanden had announced his resolution to spend the summer at Hemlock Inn . `` I do n't like to see the world progressing , '' he had said ; `` I shall go to Sullivan County for a time . '' In the morning Hawker took his painting equipment , and after manoeuvring in the fields until he had proved to himself that he had no desire to go toward the inn , he went toward it . The time was only nine o'clock , and he knew that he could not hope to see Hollanden before eleven , as it was only through rumour that Hollanden was aware that there was a sunrise and an early morning . Hawker encamped in front of some fields of vivid yellow stubble on which trees made olive shadows , and which was overhung by a china-blue sky and sundry little white clouds . He fiddled away perfunctorily at it . A spectator would have believed , probably , that he was sketching the pines on the hill where shone the red porches of Hemlock Inn .