about ten o'clock
We rowed over to Hog Island , opposite the town , to see , once more , the surf roll up against the high , jagged rocks ; we ran down among the negro cottages and the negro cabins to get some fruit for the trip ; and we rushed about to bid good-bye to some of our old friends -- Poqua-dilla among them . Corny went with us , this time . Every darkey knew we were going away , and it was amazing to see how many of them came to bid us good-bye , and ask for some coppers . After supper , we went on board the steamer , and about ten o'clock she cast loose , and as she slowly moved away , we heard the old familiar words : `` Give us a small dive , boss ! '' They came from a crowd of darkey boys on the wharf . But , although the moon was shining brightly , we did n't think they could see coppers on the bottom that night . They might have found a shilling or a half-dollar , but we did n't try them .