two o'clock in the afternoon
It seemed novel and interesting , and I rather enjoyed the situation . I was n't hungry , then ! Osage , Montana , failed to rouse any enthusiasm in me when I saw the place next day , except that it offered possibilities in the way of eating -- at least , I fancied it did , until I stepped down upon the narrow platform and looked about me . It was two o'clock in the afternoon , and I had fasted since dinner the evening before . I was not happy . I began to see where I might have economized a bit , and so have gone on eating regularly to the end of the journey . I reflected that stewed terrapin , for instance , might possibly be considered an extravagance under the circumstances ; and a fellow sentenced to honest toil and exiled to the wilderness should not , it seemed to me then , cause his table to be sprinkled , quite so liberally as I had done , with tall glasses -- nor need he tip the porter quite so often or so generously .