about eleven o'clock
He thought the body was that of Jennie Brice , but the head was gone . He was much depressed , and did not immediately go back to the periscope . I asked if the head had been cut off or taken off by a steamer ; he was afraid the latter , as a hand was gone , too . It was about eleven o'clock that night that the door-bell rang . It was Mr. Graves , with a small man behind him . I knew the man ; he lived in a shanty-boat not far from my house -- a curious affair with shelves full of dishes and tinware . In the spring he would be towed up the Monongahela a hundred miles or so and float down , tying up at different landings and selling his wares .