midnight
-- Let me roughly put down in few words what has happened , not that I see at present any chance of leaving this accursed ship alive , but in the hope that Providence may thus be aided -- as far as human aid may go -- in bringing these villains to justice , if this Journal should by any means survive me . `` Last night , shortly before ten , I went at Doctor Concanen 's invitation to chat in his cabin . The doctor himself was busily occupied with some medical works , to which , as his wife assured me , he had been giving his whole attention of late . But Mrs. Concanen and I sat talking together of home until close upon midnight , when the baby , who was lying asleep at her side , awoke and began to cry . Upon this she broke off her conversation and began to sing the little fellow to sleep . ` Home , Sweet Home ' was the song , and at the end of the first verse -- so sweetly touching , however hackneyed , to all situated as we -- the doctor left his books , came over , and was standing behind her , running his hands , after a trick of his , affectionately through her hair , when the native nurse , who slept in the next cabin and had heard the baby crying , came in and offered to take him . Mrs. Concanen , however , assured her that it was not necessary , and the girl was just going out of the door when suddenly we heard a scream and then the captain 's voice calling , ` Trenoweth !