his secretary, tobias lear. his enslaved manservant, billy lee. and the hopeful charles thompson. hoo hoo. a man who might have headed an executive department but didn't. they crossed the potomac at georgetown, headed north toward baltimore, across the rolling hills that some potomac valley promoters, washington among them, hoped might become the site of the nation's permanent capitol. he had hoped to travel in as quiet and peaceable, a manner as possible to conserve his energy. but that was not to be. the entire route was as warm with cheering, shouting, flag waving, well-wishers throwing flowers at him, holding up their babies and demanding speeches. towns that had cannon fired them, veterans marched alongside him for miles. men wept. banners proclaimed a new era. and behold, the rising empire. though he slipped the crowds when he could, he agreed. when pressed to deliver addresses in baltimore, wilmington and philadelphia, where 20,000 people, half the city's population, thronged, the cobbled streets, shouting, long live the father of his people. and a laurel wreath fit for a r