eleven o'clock
I remember it well enough , for I saw her tie up ; and that evening her owner went ashore and up-town , and with him his bride , I reckon -- handsomest girl in all the town . They must have been married , for he was lookin ' like he owned her . That was lem me see , two days ago or maybe four . They came aboard her next morning , all three -- there was a old party along , girl 's mother likely -- around eleven o'clock , and in a little while cast off and went on down-river . As fine a boat as ever made the river run -- still as a mouse she was , but quick as a cat , and around Ste. Genevieve , I reckon , before I got back to my own scow after helping them off here . No wonder her owner was proud . He stood on the quarter-deck like a lord .