He was a citizen of many countries.

He was travelling for pleasure and to gather knowledge.

Yes, he might one day settle in the country, but not now.

He relapsed into silence, sitting with his head fallen forward upon his breast, and so sat till the brakeman passing through shouted, "Winnipeg! All change!" Then he rose, thanked with stiff and formal politeness his seat-mate for his courtesy, put on his long overcoat lined with lambskin and adorned with braid, placed his lambskin cap upon his head, and so stood looking more than ever like a military man.
The station platform at Winnipeg was the scene of uproar and confusion.

Railway baggagemen and porters, with warning cries, pushed their trucks through the crowd.