about seven o'clock in
the morning
Before he had walked many paces he found a brook . The brook was a small one , which ran from the lofty west end of the island to the low land of the east , and thence into the bay . The water was good , and Tom satisfied his thirst by a long draught . Judging by the position of the sun , it was now about seven o'clock in the morning ; and Tom seated himself once more , and began to try to think how it was that he should have come in a direction so entirely different from the one which he had believed himself to be taking . He had fully expected to land at Petitcodiac , and he found himself far away on the other side of the bay . Yet a little reflection showed him how useless it was to try to recall his past voyage , and how impossible it was for him to account for it , ignorant as he was of the true direction of the wind and of the tide . He contented himself with marking a rude outline of his course on his memorandum book , making allowance for the time when he turned on that course ; and having summed it all up to his own satisfaction in a crooked line which looked like a slip-knot , he turned his attention to more important matters .