eleven A.M.
Look at that big _ Boodah _ of a sun how he blooms : is n't he launched and handled all right ? Let us of this desert bend the knee to him like the old Sabæans . There is hope '' ... . It was known that on that day , at half-past eleven A.M. , the _ Kaiser Wilhelm der Grösste _ would pass on her second voyage within some miles of the _ Boodah _ , this ship being the greatest afloat , having a cargo-carrying deadweight of 45,000 tons , and travelling the waters like a railway-train at 37 miles -LRB- 32 knots -RRB- . So toward noon Hogarth , in a peaked cap , jacket , and white boots , was again on the roof , a glass and book of Costonlights in his hand , while not far off a knot of five officers in frockcoats talked , and near one light-house , where a number of men stood , a flagstaff flew the ensign -- blue letters `` R. F. '' on a white ground , looking Russian ; on the northern horizon two fox-tails of smoke ; on the western three diminutive sails ; between the two , quite real and big , a brig becalmed ; and now the _ Kaiser Wilhelm _ : for that yonder could be only she , with so fervent a growth , from the first moment of her upward climb , did she approach . It was twenty minutes to noon , and she was somehow a little late , that punctual strong wrestler with space . The officers on the _ Boodah _ spoke of her in low and stealthy voices ; looked at her with queer and stealthy glances .