About
nine o'clock
And as a veteran tramp will in some mysterious fashion get the feel of a new town within a few short hours there , so Marsh had got the feel of this place -- of a harbor different from mine , for he felt it from the point of view of its hundred thousand laborers . He felt it with its human fringe , he saw its various tenement borders like so many camps and bivouacs on the eve of a battle . He told a little incident of how the harbor learned he was here . About nine o'clock one morning , as he was waiting his chance to get into one of the North River docks , a teamster recognized him there from a picture of him he had once seen . The news traveled swiftly along the docks , out onto piers and into ships . And at noon , way over in Hoboken , Marsh had overheard a German docker say to the man eating lunch beside him , `` I hear dot tamn fool anarchist Marsh is raising hell ofer dere in New York . '' `` But I was n't raising hell , '' he drawled .