noon
The night 's work had lost us the welcome company . The day that broke was glorious enough for Nature 's making , but sad upon our ship , in that the folly of eight poor fellows should have cost the life of two , with three more lying near to death in the fo ` castle . The sea had risen a good deal when we got under steam again , and clouds scudded over the sun ; but we set stay-sails and jibs , and made a fine pace towards the shores of America . It was near noon when we had buried the two stokers shot by the skipper , and more on in the afternoon before the decks were made straight , and the traces of the scuffle quite obliterated . But Paolo lay all day in a delirium , and Mary went in and out , bearing a gentle hand to the wounded , who alternately cried with the pain of it , and begged grace for their insanity . The second officer 's case was worse than theirs , and I thought at noon that the total of the dead would have been three ; for he raved incessantly , crying `` Ice , Ice ! '' almost with every breath , while we had all difficulty possible to hold him in his bunk .