two in the morning
Words can not describe the comfort that that friendly , hopeful , steadfast thing was to me in that season of trouble . It was a defective barometer , and had no hand but the stationary brass pointer , but I did not know that until afterward . If I should be in such a situation again , I should not wish for any barometer but that one . All hands rose at two in the morning and took breakfast , and as soon as it was light we roped ourselves together and went at that rock . For some time we tried the hook-rope and other means of scaling it , but without success -- that is , without perfect success . The hook caught once , and Harris started up it hand over hand , but the hold broke and if there had not happened to be a chaplain sitting underneath at the time , Harris would certainly have been crippled . As it was , it was the chaplain .