About eleven o'clock
Let us chant the passionate strains of `` Yankee Doodle '' while the señor behind the bar mitigates the occasion with another round of cochineal and aqua fortis . ' `` Old Man Billfinger , being charged with a kind of rhetoric , makes speeches every time we stop . We explained to such citizens as we happened to step on that we were celebrating the dawn of our own private brand of liberty , and to please enter such inhumanities as we might commit on the list of unavoidable casualties . `` About eleven o'clock our bulletins read : ` A considerable rise in temperature , accompanied by thirst and other alarming symptoms . ' We hooked arms and stretched our line across the narrow streets , all of us armed with Winchesters and navys for purposes of noise and without malice . We stopped on a street corner and fired a dozen or so rounds , and began a serial assortment of United States whoops and yells , probably the first ever heard in that town . `` When we made that noise things began to liven up .