about ten o'clock
The music of the bugles aroused them at sunrise -- a wan , haggard group , sad-eyed and silent . The girl made desperate efforts to cheer the wretched mother , and even privily took Merry to task for giving way before what was as yet but a shadow . ` Twould be time enough for tears when they found evidence that the stout , vigorous boys had been killed . As they finished the very plain breakfast of half-baked bread , pea-coffee , and eggs , bought by the orderly at an exorbitant rate , he said , good-naturedly : `` The train do n't come till about ten o'clock . If you 'd like to see the battle-field , I can get the ambulance and take you over . '' Olympia eagerly assented -- anything was preferable to this mute misery of her mother and Merry 's sepulchral struggles to be conversational and tearless . They drove through bewildering numbers of tents , most of them , Olympia 's sharp eyes noted , marked `` U.S.A. , '' and she reflected , almost angrily , that the chief part of war , after all , was pillage .