seven o'clock
I begun to think we 'd never git anywheres . ` Tween the wind and the sand and the snow I thought we 'd flap to pieces , like a passel of shirts on a clothes line . But we got there after a spell , and then there was nothin ' to do but wait for daylight . `` ` Bout seven o'clock the snow let up a little bit , and then we see her . There was a bar jest about opposite the cable station -- it 's been washed away sence -- and she 'd struck on that , and the sea was makin ' a clean breach over her . There was a ha ' f a dozen of her crew lashed in the riggin ' , but I did n't see 'em move , so I presume likely they was froze stiff then , for 't was perishin ' cold . But we wrastled the boat down to the water and was jest goin ' to launch her when the whole three masts went by the ` board , men and all .