But I had to meet it, and so I stepped on to the wharf, where the folks came crowding around me, saying, 'Give me the hand of an honest man.' I did not know what all this meant: but some gentleman took hold of me, and pressing through the crowd, put me into an elegant barouche, drawn by four fine horses; they then told me to bow to the people: I did so, and with much difficulty we moved off.
The streets were crowded to a great distance, and the windows full of people, looking out, I suppose, to see the wild man.

I thought I had rather be in the wilderness with my gun and dogs, than to be attracting all that fuss.

I had never seen the like before, and did not know exactly what to say or do.

After some time we reached the United States Hotel, in Chesnut Street." "The crowd had followed me filling up the street, and pressing into the house to shake hands.

I was conducted up stairs, and walked out on a platform, drew off my hat, and bowed round to the people.