six o'clock in the evening
My uncle frowned , stamped his feet and then followed the horses to where the boat lay . I thoroughly understood and appreciated the necessity for waiting , before crossing the fjord , for that moment when the sea at its highest point is in a state of slack water . As neither the ebb nor flow can then be felt , the ferry boat was in no danger of being carried out to sea , or dashed upon the rocky coast . The favorable moment did not come until six o'clock in the evening . Then my uncle , myself , and guide , two boatmen and the four horses got into a very awkward flat-bottom boat . Accustomed as I had been to the steam ferry boats of the Elbe , I found the long oars of the boatmen but sorry means of locomotion . We were more than an hour in crossing the fjord ; but at length the passage was concluded without accident .