The Count, seated forward in his little carriage, was almost knocked over board, while the boat grazed some spar or bridge.
On each of these occasions, the imprecations of the Count, both loud and deep, fell harmlessly around the stolid Simnick.

The Count adopted new tactics when approaching a place where bad steering would be likely to cause serious trouble.

He would, by the aid of his hands, get down from his carriage and seat himself in the bottom of the boat with the expression of his face, saying: "Well, if I have to die, I will not have my brains knocked out." The fifth day after leaving Strassburg, the party reached Cologne, where they were received by the booming of cannons and ringing of bells.

The greatest excitement prevailed in the quiet old town and Paul was the recipient of many honors and presents.

Several poems were dedicated to him, good, bad and indifferent.