eleven o'clock
We were not fortunate in our last day 's journey before reaching Tien Tsin ! What a loss of copy ! What paragraphs were melted away in these unfathomable vapors ! I saw nothing of the gorges and ravines , through which runs the Grand Transasiatic ; nothing of the valley of Lou-Ngan , where we stopped at eleven o'clock ; nothing of the two hundred and thirty kilometres which we accomplished amid the wreaths of a sort of yellow steam , worthy of a yellow country , until we stopped about ten o'clock at night at Tai-Youan . Ah ! the disagreeable day . Luckily the fog rose early in the evening .