It was an exciting scene; but it did not look real to him.

It was more like Herr Grunderslung's exhibition of the magic lantern, than any thing substantial.

The men and women were like so many puppets.

They did not seem to be doing any thing, or to be walking for any purpose.
He got out of the butcher's cart at the Old South.

His first impression, as he joined the busy throng, was, that he was one of the puppets.