Four in the afternoon
What freedom ! Again from the airy , sun-beaten roof , that felt as thin underfoot as the levelled wing of an eagle , the eye dropped far below to where the tawny waters glided to meet the cleaving prow or foamed away from the smiting wheels . Again the dazzled vision rose into the infinite blue beyond clouds and sun , or rested on the green fringes of half-drowned shores forever passing in slow recessional . Four in the afternoon . Esperance Point rounded and left astern in the east . Ellis Cliffs there too , whitening back to the western sun . Saint Catherine 's Bend next ahead , gleaming a mile and a quarter wide where it swung down from the north .