about 10 a.m.
As already said he hit the mark fairly , and clung to Moses with a tenacity that was born of mingled love and desperation . Finding that nothing short of cruelty would unfix his little friend , Moses stuffed him inside the breast of his cotton shirt . In this haven of rest the monkey heaved a sigh of profound contentment , folded his hands on his bosom , and meekly went to sleep . Two of the excessively violent paroxysms of the volcano , above referred to , had by that time taken place , but the third , and worst -- that which occurred about 10 a.m. -- was yet in store for them , though they knew it not , and a lull in the roar , accompanied by thicker darkness than ever , was its precursor . There was not , however , any lull in the violence of the wind . `` I do n't like these lulls , '' said Captain Roy to the hermit , as they stood close to the binnacle , in the feeble light of its lamp . `` What is that striking against our sides , Mr Moor ? ''