six o'clock p.m.
Now at the election of which I am speaking there were two factions . I , as the champion of the Clerical-National-Conservative party , stood in opposition to the champion of the Panslavonic-Liberal-Reform party , and you may believe that we did all that was possible to defeat the opposing faction . My own party emblem was the red feather , that of my adversary the green feather ; the national cockade we sported in common . At six o'clock p.m. the green feathers were one vote ahead of us . `` This is not to be endured ! '' shouted my head drummers , and `` This is not to be endured ! '' was the war-cry of the subordinate drummers .