one o'clock
A delightful feeling of security stole over us . We were at anchor in a friendly port , the inhabitants of which spoke the same tongue as we did and sympathized with us . We turned in at the earliest possible moment , and as we lay in our `` elevated folding beds , '' as `` Hay '' called them , we could hear unmistakable shore sounds -- the barking of dogs , the crowing of cocks , and according to some active imaginations , even the bell of a trolley car . At one o'clock we were wakened by the call , `` All hands on the cat falls . '' We slipped out of our `` dream bags '' with the best grace we could muster , and went forward to pull up the anchor to its place on the forecastle deck . So we gave up the pleasant idea that we were to spend the night undisturbed , and the guns ' crews of the watch on deck made themselves as comfortable as possible under the circumstances , on their wooden couch around the guns ; viz. , the deck . When the sun rose next morning , we found that land was plainly visible from the port side , and we soon learned that we were still in Jamaican waters and would arrive at Montego Bay about ten o'clock .