about three o’clock
He hesitated a moment , and then replied shortly , `` He is my captain , sir . '' This evasive answer of course put an end to any further interrogation on my part , but it only set me thinking the more . Curtis was not mistaken . At about three o'clock the lookout man sung out that there was land to windward , and descried what seemed as if it might be a line of smoke in the north-east horizon . At six , I went on deck with M. Letourneur and his son , and we could then distinctly make out the low group of the Bermudas , encircled by their formidable chain of breakers . `` There , '' said Andre Letourneur to me , as we stood gazing at the distant land , `` there lies the enchanted Archipelago , sung by your poet Moore . The exile Waller , too , as long ago as 1643 , wrote an enthusiastic panegyric on the islands , and I have been told that at one time English ladies would wear no other bonnets than such as were made of the leaves of the Bermuda palm . ''