five o'clock
Thank you for it . I 'll never forget . Good-bye . '' Toward five o'clock the wagon rolled into the village whence certain of the Botetourt companies were to march away . It was built beside the river -- two long , parallel streets , one upon the water level , the other much higher , with intersecting lanes . There were brick and frame houses , modest enough ; there were three small , white-spired churches , many locust and ailanthus trees , a covered bridge thrown across the river to a village upon the farther side and , surrounding all , a noble frame of mountains . There was , in those days , no railroad .