AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF 



THE LATE SALMO SALAE, ESQ. 



CHAPTER I. 



I volunteer the story of my life, and commence it before 

 I was born. 



11 I was born, or rather " 



' c Bless my heart!" said I, somewhat startled, 

 " who are you ? How did you get here ? " 



No wonder I was surprised. I had just 

 quitted the Edinburgh station of the Caledonian 

 Railway, and, with the accustomed selfish libe- 

 rality of a young man, I had bribed the guard 

 to lock me up in a compartment to myself, in 

 spite of which I now found myself accosted, 

 without preface or apology, by a queer-looking 

 old gentleman, dressed in a straw-coloured 

 paletot, with a short pipe in his mouth, sitting, 

 with his legs tucked under him, on the opposite 



