six o'clock in the evening
That day the wind rose to a gale and the sea went wild . It kept Monson on deck night and day for four days . It kept us in a boiling pot , and on the fifth we entered the mouth of the Mississippi . Then Monson went down to sleep , and he had n't waked when we anchored off the levee at New Orleans , which was six o'clock in the evening . By eight I was on a train going north , with a new trunk in the baggage car . I 've never happened to see Monson since . I guess he was contented .