three o'clock in the morning
Then evening came and , bit by bit , it grew more quiet as one battery after the other ceased firing . The shrill whistle of an engine came from the mountain-pass . And now , from far away , the Japanese bugle-call sounded through the silent starry night and was echoed softly by the mountain-sides , warming the hearts of all who heard it : -LSB- line of music -RSB- _ Chapter XIX _ It was three o'clock in the morning . Only from the left wing of Fowler 's Division was the booming of cannon occasionally heard . From the mountain-pass above came the noise of passing trains , the clash of colliding cars and the dull rumble of wheels . On the right all was still .