four o'clock
This they both did without any parley , Rupert occupying an inner place , while Neb lay with his legs exposed to the night air . The breeze freshened , and for some time I thought it might be necessary to reef , though we were running dead before the wind . I succeeded in holding on , however , and I found the Grace & Lucy was doing wonders in my watch . When I gave Rupert his call at four o'clock , the boat was just approaching two frowning mountains , where the river was narrowed to a third or fourth of its former width ; and , by the appearance of the shores , and the dim glimpses I had caught of a village of no great size on the right bank , I knew we were in what is called Newburgh Bay . This was the extent of our former journeyings south , all three of us having once before , and only once , been as low as Fishkill Landing , which lies opposite to the place that gives this part of the river its name . Rupert now took the helm , and I went to sleep . The wind still continued fresh and fair , and I felt no uneasiness on account of the boat .