eleven o'clock
There was something about Silver Bow that reminded me of Frenchman 's Ford on the Yellowstone . Being the terminal of the first railroad into Montana , it became the distributing point for all the western portion of that territory , and immense ox trains were in sight for the transportation of goods to remoter points in the north and west . The population too was very much the same as at Frenchman 's , though the town in general was an improvement over the former , there being some stability to its buildings . As we were to leave on an eleven o'clock train , we had little opportunity to see the town , and for the short time at our disposal , barber shops and clothing stores claimed our first attention . Most of us had some remnants of money , while my bunkie was positively rich , and Lovell advanced us fifty dollars apiece , pending a final settlement on reaching our destination . Within an hour after receiving the money , we blossomed out in new suits from head to heel . Our guard hung together as if we were still on night herd , and in the selection of clothing the opinion of the trio was equal to a purchase .