midnight
Mate says we must be past Straits of Dover , as in a moment of fog lifting he saw North Foreland , just as he heard the man cry out . If so we are now off in the North Sea , and only God can guide us in the fog , which seems to move with us ; and God seems to have deserted us . * * * * * _ 3 August _ . -- At midnight I went to relieve the man at the wheel , and when I got to it found no one there . The wind was steady , and as we ran before it there was no yawing . I dared not leave it , so shouted for the mate . After a few seconds he rushed up on deck in his flannels .