He saw great sights.
He saw the dense throng of people, the gay volunteers, the banners, and, above all, he saw the fireworks.
I despise myself for using so low a word, but the fireworks "licked" him.
A new world was opened to this young man.
He returned to his parents and the little farm among the hills, with his heart full of fireworks.
He said, "I will make some myself."
He said this while eating a lobster on top of the coach.
He was an extraordinary skilful young man in the use of a common clasp-knife.
With that simple weapon he could make, from soft wood, horses, dogs, cats, etc. He carved excellent soldiers also.
I remember his masterpiece.