nine o'clock
`` Take care of the bank , Judson , take good care of it , '' he said in a sort of a feeble way . `` You must be banker as well as hotel-keeper now . '' I told him I would do the best I could , and he closed his eyes again . It was cold and blizzardy when the train left at nine o'clock . Tucker and West were not the only ones of our little colony who took the train ; there were five others , making , with Mr. Clerkinwell , eight , and leaving us six , to wit : Tom Carr , the agent ; Frank Valentine , the postmaster ; Jim Stackhouse ; Cy Baker ; Andrew , the Norwegian , and myself , Judson Pitcher . After the train had gone away down the track in a cloud of white smoke , we held a mock mass-meeting around the depot stove , and elected Tom Carr mayor , Jim Stackhouse treasurer , and Andrew street commissioner , with instructions to `` clear the streets of snow without delay so that the city 's system of horse-cars may be operated to the advantage of our large and growing population . '' The Norwegian grinned and said : `` Aye tank he be a pretty big yob to put all that snow away . ''