six o’clock
Finding each other invulnerable in this direction , they closed , and began scrambling and biting and kicking , and tumbling over and over in the sand ; while the skipper and I stood by cheering them on , and nearly suffocated with laughter . They never once struck with their closed fists I noticed ; so they were not much hurt . It was great cry and little wool ; and at length they got tired , and hauled off by mutual consent , finishing off as usual with an appeal to us -- `` beg one feepenny , massa ! '' At six o'clock we drove to Mr Pepperpot Wagtail 's . The party was a bachelor 's one , and , when we walked up the front steps , there was our host in person , standing to receive us at the door ; while , on each side of him , there were five or six of his visitors , all sitting with their legs cocked up , their feet resting on a sort of surbase , above which the jealousies , or movable blinds of the piazza , were fixed . I was introduced to the whole party seriatim -- and as each of the cock legs dropped his trams , he started up , caught hold of my hand , and wrung it as if I had been his dearest and oldest friend . Were I to designate Jamaica as a community , I would call it a handshaking people .