eight o'clock
_ ' '' Singular how a man runs from Scylla to Charybdis ! I was so intent on securing the disappearance of a single epithet that I accepted the rest of the advertisement and all that it involved without discussion . So it befell that the words `` well-known connoisseur '' were deleted ; but that H. Loudon Dodd became manager and honorary steward of Pinkerton 's Hebdomadary Picnics , soon shortened by popular consent , to The Dromedary . By eight o'clock , any Sunday morning , I was to be observed by an admiring public on the wharf . The garb and attributes of sacrifice consisted of a black frockcoat , rosetted , its pockets bulging with sweetmeats and inferior cigars , trousers of light blue , a silk hat like a reflector , and a varnished wand . A goodly steamer guarded my one flank , panting and throbbing , flags fluttering fore and aft of her , illustrative of the Dromedary and patriotism . My other flank was covered by the ticket-office , strongly held by a trusty character of the Scots persuasion , rosetted like his superior , and smoking a cigar to mark the occasion festive .