The coach was very long, like all the old carriages of that time; between the driver's box and the body of the coach was a space of at least four feet; the body itself was of pear-shape, peaked below and bellied out above; hung on straps, with rolled knuckles [WINDEN], did not rest on springs; two beams, connecting fore wheels and hind, ran not UNDER the body of the coach, but along the sides of it, the hind-wheels following with a goodly interval.
"The carriage drew up; and the King said to his coachman [the far-famed Pfund]: 'Is this Dolgelin ?' 'Yes, your Majesty!'-- 'I stay here.' 'No,' said Pfund; 'The sun is not down yet.

We can get on very well to Muncheberg to-night [ten miles ahead, and a Town too, perfidious Pfund!]--and then to-morrow we are much earlier in Potsdam.' 'NA, HM,--well, if it must be so!'-- "And therewith they set to changing horses.

The peasants who were standing far off, quite silent, with reverently bared heads, came softly nearer, and looked eagerly at the King.

An old Gingerbread-woman (SOMMELFRAU) of Lebbenichen [always knew her afterwards] took me in her arm, and held me aloft close to the coach-window.

I was now at farthest an ell from the King; and I felt as if I were looking in the face of God Almighty (ES WAR MIR ALS OB ICH DEN LIEBEN GOTT ANSAHE).