seven o'clock
Here is an extract from my diary of these days . `` Turn out at 4 A.M. Breakfasted on flapjacks and coffee . Find one of our oxen dying . Dies at seven o'clock . Harness remaining ox and start to remove goods up Canyon . Find trail in awful condition , yet thousands are struggling to get through . Horses often fall in pools of water ten to fifteen feet deep , trying to haul loads over the boulders that render trail almost impassable .