about one o'clock
There was no road ; the trees were notched to show the track . In such forests there is little obstruction of brushwood , and over knoll and hollow , between the trunks , the oxen laboured on . Saul sat on the front ledge of the cart to balance it the better . The coffin , wedged in with the potash barrel , lay pretty still as long as they kept on the soft soil of the forest , but when , about one o'clock , the team emerged upon a corduroy road , made of logs lying side by side across the path , the jolting often jerked the barrel out of place , and then Saul would go to the back of the cart and jerk it and the coffin into position again . The forest was behind them now . This log road was constructed across a large tract which sometime since had been cleared by a forest fire , but was now covered again by thick brush standing eight or ten feet high . One could see little on either side the road except the brown and grey twigs of the saplings that grew by the million , packed close together .