four o'clock
When it come night I begun to travel , hopin ' to strike yer tracks , but the fire cut me off and I had to lay hid till the wind shifted . Soon 's I see it was safe to travel I come along huntin ' for ye and father . ' T war n't till I come through the swamp at Bear Pond that I struck yer tracks -- seen 'em plain then and the way ye was a-goin ' . Long ` bout four o'clock to-day I heared some fellers ' voices ahead of me down in a holler . Then I see smoke and knowed they was camped close by . Bimeby I crawled out from whar I was hid and clum a tree . I see 'em plain then -- six of 'em ; they was eatin ' dinner -- all of 'em lumber jacks from the lower shanty ; one was a Frenchy from his talk .