about three o'clock
By smoke ! an ' Pangymonum , too ! '' `` I reckon he 's crazy , '' Levin thought , as the queer fellow turned and fled . It was about three o'clock when the cavalcade was reviewed by Captain Van Dorn from the porch of the hotel , and it consisted of about twenty persons , white and black ; some riding mules , some horses , and there was one wagon in the line -- the same that had been driven to Cannon 's Ferry -- intended for Levin , Joe Johnson , and the Captain . Van Dorn stood blushing , pulling his long mustache of flax , and resting on his cowhide whip . `` Dave , '' he called to a powerful negro , `` get down from that mule ; you 're too drunk to go . Jump up in his place , Owen Daw ! ''