four o’clock
`` Wal , we wus a lyin ' at Camden there , one arternoon , goin ' to sail for Boston that night . It was a sort o ' soft , pleasant arternoon , kind o ' still , and there wa 'n' t nothin ' a goin ' on but jest the hens a craw-crawin ' , and a histin ' up one foot , and holdin ' it a spell 'cause they did n't know when to set it down , and the geese a sissin ' and a pickin ' at the grass . Ye see , Camden was n't nothin ' of a place , -- ` twas jest as if somebody had emptied out a pocketful o ' houses and forgot 'em . There wer 'n' t nothin ' a stirrin ' or goin ' on ; and so we was all took aback , when ' bout four o'clock in the arternoon there come a boat alongside , with a tall , elegant lady in it , all dressed in deep mournin ' . She rared up sort o ' princess-like , and come aboard our ship , and wanted to speak to Cap’n Tucker . Where she come from , or what she wanted , or where she was goin ' to , we none on us knew : she kep ' her veil down so we could n't get sight o ' her face . All was , she must see Cap’n Tucker alone right away .