five o'clock
Wind and rain -- good Lord ! Dark ? Why , 't was as black as my hat before the last race was run . 'T was five o'clock , and you could n't see the horses till they were almost in , leave alone colours . The ground was as heavy as lead , and all judgment from a fellow 's experience went for nothing . Horses , riders , people , were all blown about like ships at sea . Three booths were blown over , and the wretched folk inside crawled out upon their hands and knees ; and in the next field were as many as a dozen hats at one time .