nine o'clock
It was just a tow-headed , cross-eyed youth shaking things up at the corner of Sixth and Main in an attempt to find his father . And not one corner of the cross streets was involved , but all four corners . The upheaval that followed this search for a missing relative , extended in several directions , so that a very small cause led up to remarkably large results . It was nine o'clock of a Saturday morning . That Saturday was some sort of a festal day for the Chinese , and at the hour mentioned , a dragon a block long , consisting of a hundred Celestials covered with papier-mache , was twisting and writhing along Sixth Street . On one corner , leaning against the side of a building , was a tall man in seedy clothes . A card on his breast bore the sad legend , `` Help the Blind . ''