seven o’clock in the evening
Her rounded bow , the width of her hold , and her heavy stern , made her a bad sailor , the perfect type of a wooden shoe . They had to make the best of it . Happily , five days , or , at most , six , would take them to Auckland , no matter how bad a sailor the MACQUARIE was . At seven o'clock in the evening the Australian coast and the lighthouse of the port of Eden had faded out of sight . The ship labored on the lumpy sea , and rolled heavily in the trough of the waves . The passengers below suffered a good deal from this motion . But it was impossible to stay on deck , as it rained violently .