about seven in the evening
On the forenoon of Monday , the wind shifted . I went immediately ashore in the boat , and found a brig getting under way for Leith . I stepped on board , and took farewell of Captain Cameron , whom I never saw again , and wish I had never seen him in my life . After a tedious passage of nine days , during which we had baffling winds and calms , we reached Leith Roads about seven in the evening . It was low water , and the brig could not enter the harbour for several hours . I was put ashore in the boat , and hastened up to the Black Bull Inn , in order to secure a seat in the mail for Glasgow , which was to start in a few minutes . As I came up Leith Walk , my feelings became of a mixed nature .