one o'clock
When we got off of the pavement , the fellow that drives the hearse , he was in a hurry , 'cause his folks was going to have ducks for dinner , and he wanted to get back , so he kept driving along side of my buggy , and telling me to hurry up . I would n't do it , 'cause the livery man told me to walk the horse . Then the minister , he got nervous , and said he did n't know as there was any use of going so slow , because he wanted to get back in time to get his lunch and go to a minister 's meeting in the afternoon , but I told him we would all get to the cemetery soon enough if we took it cool , and as for me I was n't in no sweat . Then one of the drivers that was driving the mourners , he came up and said he had to get back in time to run a wedding down to the one o'clock train , and for me to pull out a little . I have seen enough of disobeying orders , and I told him a funeral in the hand was worth two weddings in the bush , and as far as I was concerned , this funeral was going to be conducted in a decorous manner , if we did n't get back till the next day . Well , the minister said , in his regular Sunday school way , ` My little man , let me take hold of the lines , ' and like a darn fool I gave them to him . He slapped the old horse on the crupper with the lines , and then jerked up , and the old horse stuck up his off ear , and then the hearse driver told the minister to pull hard and saw on the bit a little , and the old horse would wake up .