five o'clock
Our National Convention met in Chicago that year , and I was one of the delegates . I had looked forward to it with keen expectancy . I was now , at five o'clock of the first day , admitting to myself that it was a bore . The special train , with its crowd of overstimulated enthusiasts , the throngs at the stations , the brass bands , bunting , and buncombe all jarred upon me . After a while my treason was betrayed to the boys by the fact that I was not hoarse . They punished me by making me sing as a solo the air of each stanza of `` Marching Through Georgia , '' `` Tenting To-night on the Old Camp-ground , '' and other patriotic songs , until my voice was assimilated to theirs .