CHAPTER III.
In which our hero has to wait the issue of an argument.
The reader may observe that, in general, all my first chapters are very short, and increase in length as the work advances.

I mention this as a proof of my modesty and diffidence.

At first, I am like a young bird just out of its mother's nest, pluming my little feathers and taking short flights.

By degrees I obtain more confidence, and wing my course over hill and dale.
It is very difficult to throw any interest into a chapter on childhood.
There is the same uniformity in all children until they develop.

We cannot, therefore, say much relative to Jack Easy's earliest days; he sucked and threw up his milk while the nurse blessed it for a pretty dear, slept, and sucked again.