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LETTERS FROM HIGH LATITUDES. 
but—whatever might be the head-dress, underneath you 
might be sure to find a kindly, cheery face. My old 
friend Count Trampe, who had accompanied the expe¬ 
dition, at once presented me to the Prince, who was 
engaged in sounding the depth of the pipe of the Great 
Geysir,—and encouraged by the gracious reception 
which His Imperial Highness accorded me, I ventured 
to inform him that “ there was a poor banquet 
toward,” of which I trusted he—and as many of his 
officers as the table could hold, would condescend to 
partake. After a little hesitation,—caused, I presume, 
by fear of our being put to inconvenience,—he was 
kind enough to signify his acceptance of my proposal, 
and in a few minutes afterwards, with a cordial 
frankness I fully appreciated, allowed me to have 
the satisfaction of receiving him as a guest within my 
tent. 
Although I never had the pleasure of seeing Prince 
Napoleon before, I should have known him among a 
thousand, from his remarkable likeness to his uncle, the 
first Emperor. A stronger resemblance, I conceive, could 
scarcely exist between two persons. The same delicate, 
sharply cut features, thin refined mouth, and firm deter- 
