text:  They clustered round us applauded my resolve to see what was to be seen as perfectly national _vraiment Francais_; kicked my postilion till he mounted his horse beat my sulky courier with the flats of their little swords and would have bastinadoed or probably hanged him if I had not interposed; and finally hoisting me into the caleche which they loaded with half a dozen of their number before and behind commenced our march into Paris