ABSTRACT
The dawning hours of my life were marked by such gloomy prospects, that I will begin my story with the origin of my misfortunes. As it is to the events of my childhood that I owe those indelible prejudices which have attended me, from hour to hour, each darker than the former, I will not omit the slightest incident that may serve to prove, how strongly the earliest impressions take hold on the senses; and how powerfully they influence the mind, during our weary journey of existence.9
