ten o'clock
The crowds added further to the brightness of the scene . Soldiers in uniform , frontiersmen in red shirts and leather breeches , farmers and men of the town , dressed in their best , and Indians in every imaginable style of raiment , filled the saloons and shooting galleries , where they kept the glasses clinking and the bells a-jangle . Women and children , in light dresses and flower-trimmed hats , lined the scanty sidewalks and the store porches , with a fringe of squaws and Indian babies seated in the weeds beside the way or on the steps at their feet . But at ten o'clock both men and women came into the open , for the procession had formed across the track in the rear of the depot and was advancing . Excitement was high . Crackers were popping on all sides , horses were prancing wildly , frightened by the unusual clatter , and people were laughing and shouting to one another as they craned to catch a first glimpse of the oncoming cortège . A silence fell suddenly as the grand marshal rounded the depot , leading the way north to the grove where the exercises were to be held .