midnight
The night was peacefully beautiful , but its beauty was a mockery to me , filled as I was with a nameless anxiety . I had no reason for it , yet I longed for the return of Father Le Claire . He had not taken Jean with him , and I judged that the Indian was near us somewhere and in the very storm centre of all this uneasiness . At midnight I wakened suddenly . Outside , a black starless sky bent over a cool , quiet earth . A thick darkness hid all the world . Dead stillness everywhere .