friends went naked in the summer months, and that the Second Methodist

Episcopal Church in Muskegon was decorated with scalps. I cannot say

that these flights had any great success; they seemed to awaken little

more surprise than the fact that my father was a Republican or that I

had been taught in school to spell COLOUR without the U. If I had

told them (what was after all the truth) that my father had paid a

considerable annual sum to have me brought up in a gambling hell, the

tittering and grinning of this dreadful family might perhaps have been

excused.

I cannot deny but I was sometimes tempted to knock my Uncle Adam down;

and indeed I believe it must have come to a rupture at last, if they had

not given a dinner party at which I was the lion. On this occasion, I

learned (to my surprise and relief) that the incivility to which I had

been subjected was a matter for the family circle and might be regarded

almost in the light of an endearment. To strangers I was presented with

consideration; and the account given of "my American brother-in-law,

poor Janie's man, James K. Dodd, the well-known millionnaire of

Muskegon," was calculated to enlarge the heart of a proud son.

An aged assistant of my grandfather's, a pleasant, humble creature with

a taste for whiskey, was at first deputed to be my guide about the city.

With this harmless but hardly aristocratic companion, I went to Arthur's

Seat and the Calton Hill, heard the band play in the Princes Street

Gardens, inspected the regalia and the blood of Rizzio, and fell in love

with the great castle on its cliff, the innumerable spires of churches,

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