about three o'clock
He had an alarming way now when he was drunk of drawing his cutlass and laying it bare before him on the table . But , with all that , he minded people less , and seemed shut up in his own thoughts and rather wandering . Once , for instance , to our extreme wonder , he piped up to a different air , a kind of country love-song , that he must have learned in his youth before he had begun to follow the sea . So things passed until the day after the funeral and about three o'clock of a bitter , foggy , frosty afternoon , I was standing at the door for a moment , full of sad thoughts about my father , when I saw someone drawing slowly near along the road . He was plainly blind , for he tapped before him with a stick , and wore a great green shade over his eyes and nose ; and he was hunched , as if with age or weakness , and wore a huge old tattered sea-cloak with a hood that made him appear positively deformed . I never saw in my life a more dreadful-looking figure . He stopped a little from the inn and , raising his voice in an odd sing-song , addressed the air in front of him : `` Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man , who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defense of his native country , England , and God bless King George !