eight o'clock in the evening
About one o'clock , with fearful regularity , the chills would come on , with trembling from head to foot and chattering teeth , and cold , cold , within and without . Nothing seemed to give any warmth -- fire seemed to have lost its power . There was nothing to do but to lie and shake and suffer all the slow torture of freezing to death and shaking to pieces . For six hours it would keep up , and to the torture , nausea lent its horrid aid throughout ; then about seven or eight o'clock in the evening a change would come ; a burning fever set in ; no ice could have seemed cool to him then ; water -- water -- was all he craved , and drank and drank until three or four in the morning , when the fever would abate , and a sleep of total exhaustion followed . `` If you run out of food take the canoe to Ellerton 's , '' was the brother 's last word . Who was to take the canoe ? There was but half a Chicken now between them and starvation , and no sign of Corney .