I was born in the city of Delhi, in Central India, where my father held a command as major in the old East India Company's service. I was an only son, and my mother died shortly after I was born. I resided at Delhi until I was ten years of age. Having been attended as a child by an ayah, and afterwards taught to ride by one of my father's syces, I learned to speak Hindostani before I could speak English, and felt quite at home amongst black people. My father, Major Peterson, had a brother in England who was a bachelor, and an East Indian merchant, and supposed to be very rich. I was named Julius, after this uncle, who was my godfather, and who was much older than was my father, and who, alt…
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