about midnight
`` Damn pretty sunset ! '' remarked Jim , as he drew in his oar , and bent over to light his pipe , and then , musingly : `` I wish I had n't had to kill that nigger . '' '' ` Shortly after dark a gentle breeze sprung up from the southeast , and we put up a little sail we had brought with us . '' ` Fowley Rocks light was in plain sight , and about midnight we rounded Cape Florida , and entered Biscayne Bay , and by daylight we made the mouth of the Miami River , where we tied up to a small pier , owned by a man named Brickle . On the other side of the river stood a long , low stone building , which , they told us , was once used as a government building , and was called Fort Dallas . '' ` We told the people we had come from Key West , following the coast along inside the keys , and were on a hunting and fishing trip . Upon inquiry we learned that there was very little game about the bay except crocodiles , but that we could get splendid sport by going up the river into the everglades and following the shore line north to New River .