morning about ten o'clock
The natives on Queen Charlotte 's island have a superstition that there is an island down north of them , called No Man 's island -- for no man , as they say , was ever seen on it -- where there is a subterranean sea peopled by these mermaids ; and that these mermaids have built them a palace , where they hold their revels and do all sorts of strange things , even to decoying navigators into it . That story wo n't do . Do n't believe a word of it , Mr. Toodleburg . '' That morning about ten o'clock the lookout aloft called , `` Whale , O ! '' The glad announcement sent a thrill of joy over every one on board . The crew turned out with cheerful faces , and every one looked eagerly in the direction pointed to by the man aloft . `` Where away ? ''