Again and again I come across a laugh in the long pages of the historic epistle.

The description of the ride through Hamburg ends with this:-- The sight-seeing was not all on our side.

I noticed many people stopping to look at us as if amused, though most passed by us as though used to such sights.

We did make a queer appearance all in a long row, up above people's heads.

In fact, we looked like a flock of giant fowls roosting, only wide awake.
The smiles and shivers fairly crowded each other in some parts of our career.
Suddenly, when everything interesting seemed at an end, we all recollected how long it was since we had started on our funny ride.