five
o'clock
The special train , with its crowd of overstimulated enthusiasts , the throngs at the stations , the brass bands , bunting , and buncombe all jarred upon me . After a while my treason was betrayed to the boys by the fact that I was not hoarse . They punished me by making me sing as a solo the air of each stanza of `` Marching Through Georgia , '' `` Tenting To-night on the Old Camp-ground , '' and other patriotic songs , until my voice was assimilated to theirs . But my gorge rose at it all , and now , at five o'clock of the first day , I was seeking a place of retirement where I could be alone and think over the marvelous event which had suddenly raised me from yesterday 's parity with the fellows on the train to my present state of exaltation . I should have preferred a grotto in Vau Vau or some south-looking mountain glen ; but in the absence of any such retreat in Chicago , I turned into the old art-gallery in Michigan Avenue . As I went floating in space past its door , my eye caught through the window the gleam of the white limbs of statues , and my being responded to the soul vibrations they sent out . So I paid my fee , entered , and found the tender solitude for which my heart longed .