midnight
But we not only went free , but got two dollars apiece for plowing a wide furrow of glory down the streets between rows of admiring eyes . Those two dollars counted a lot in those days , too . It looked like an easy income to us . All we had to do to earn it was to beg off from our employers for half a day , travel thirty miles or so by train , usually standing up and protecting our horns from the careless mob , march eight or ten miles over unknown streets , picking out dry places underfoot and notes from a piece of music bobbing up and down in the shadows above our horns , and then drive home across country after midnight , getting home in time to go to work in the morning . Why , it was just like finding money ; I 've never had so much fun earning it since . I started once to figure out how many miles our band marched during the first Bryan campaign , but I gave it up . We never felt it at that time , but it made me so tired counting that I quit with a distinct footsore feeling .