about three in the morning
She went , and clambered , and looked , and called , and when she could look and go no further , as woman may , she waited , and watched , and prayed , and the night grew cold , and the wind and snow came , and as trumpets were blown and guns discharged , and fires lighted in the woods , and torches flashed and lanterns gleamed through the trees , she still watched , and hoped , and prayed . When at last the storm and exhaustion drove men in , she was very calm and pale , said little , and went about with chilled tears in her eyes . Judge Markham was a strong , brave , sagacious man , and struggled and fought to the last , but finally in silence he rejoined his silent wife . At about three in the morning , and while the storm was at its height , she turned from the blank window where she stood , with a softened look in her eyes , from which full tides were now for the first time falling ; and approaching her husband , who man-like , when nothing more could be done by courage and strength , sat with his face downward on his arms , resting on the table , and breathing great dry gasps , and sobs of agony . `` Edward , '' said she , stooping over him , `` it comes to me somehow that Julia is safe ; that she has somewhere found shelter , and we shall find her . '' And now she murmured , and whispered , and talked , as the impression seemed to deepen in her own heart , and she knelt , and once more a fervent prayer of hope and faith went up . The man came and knelt by her , and joined in her prayer , and grew calm .