nine o'clock
The Wildcat broke a few pounds of mud from the porter 's uniform . `` Stan ' close to de blaze . When de mud dries you peels easy as a shell-bark hick ` ry nut . '' The success of the peeling process was all gummed up at nine o'clock by the Portland humidity , which won its usual bet . From the heavy skies a light rain began to fall . At half past nine , with the booming drums of the parade sounding up the street , the shivering form of Dwindle Daniels was again sogged down to its original saturation point . `` Wilecat , I don ' see how kin I make mah run to San F'mcisco . ''