about midnight
I find a stiff breeze blowing and the bay covered with whitecaps , so I try to convince Manard that we 'd better camp . But I no more than suggest it till I have to bail for dear life . Seeing that he 's dead set to keep going , I kiss myself good-by and paddle out across the bay . How we ever made it I do n't know , but along about midnight we blow into Chinik , with me singing songs to my passenger and cracking ` Joe Millers ' that came over in seventy-six . I 'm still pretty drunk . `` The trader tells me that the coffin has n't come from Nome yet . But the steamer is due before morning , so I ask him to cache Manard somewhere and wake me up when the boat comes .