As it drew near, the wagon was seen to contain a portly gentleman, who hitched impatiently forward on his seat, shook the reins and gently touched up his horse, in the vain attempt to communicate his own energy to that dull beast, and looked eagerly at the tents.

When the conveyance at length drew up to Mr.Thompson's door, the gentleman descended with great deliberation, straightened himself up, rubbed his hands, and beaming satisfaction from every part of his radiant frame, advanced to the group that was gathered to welcome him, and which had saluted him by name as soon as he came within hearing.
"Welcome to Napoleon, gentlemen, welcome.

I am proud to see you here Mr.Thompson.

You are, looking well Mr.Sterling.

This is the country, sir.