about ten o'clock
I may say that it was with no regret that we bid adieu to Tigerland , as we rechristened the ancient Devon , and , beating out into the Channel , turned the launch 's nose southeast , to round Bolt Head and continue up the coast toward the Strait of Dover and the North Sea . I was determined to reach London as soon as possible , that we might obtain fresh clothing , meet with cultured people , and learn from the lips of Englishmen the secrets of the two centuries since the East had been divorced from the West . Our first stopping place was the Isle of Wight . We entered the Solent about ten o'clock one morning , and I must confess that my heart sank as we came close to shore . No lighthouse was visible , though one was plainly indicated upon my map . Upon neither shore was sign of human habitation . We skirted the northern shore of the island in fruitless search for man , and then at last landed upon an eastern point , where Newport should have stood , but where only weeds and great trees and tangled wild wood rioted , and not a single manmade thing was visible to the eye .