I had wedged my way in under the legs of the hearers, and at one cheer louder than all the rest I could not restrain my enthusiasm.

Looking up to the man under whose legs I had found protection I informed him that was my father speaking.

He lifted me on his shoulder and kept me there.
To another meeting I was taken by my father to hear John Bright, who spoke in favor of J.B.Smith as the Liberal candidate for the Stirling Burghs.

I made the criticism at home that Mr.Bright did not speak correctly, as he said "men" when he meant "maan." He did not give the broad _a_ we were accustomed to in Scotland.

It is not to be wondered at that, nursed amid such surroundings, I developed into a violent young Republican whose motto was "death to privilege." At that time I did not know what privilege meant, but my father did.
One of my Uncle Lauder's best stories was about this same J.B.