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Scribners are to send you half the royalties。 I should like it to
do well; for Fleeming's sake。
Will you please send me the Greek water…carrier's song? I have a
particular use for it。
Have I any more news; I wonder? … and echo wonders along with me。
I am strangely disquieted on all political matters; and I do not
know if it is 'the signs of the times' or the sign of my own time
of life。 But to me the sky seems black both in France and England;
and only partly clear in America。 I have not seen it so dark in my
time; of that I am sure。
Please let us have some news; and; excuse me; for the sake of my
well…known idleness; and pardon Fanny; who is really not very well;
for this long silence。 … Very sincerely your friend;
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON。
Letter: TO MISS ADELAIDE BOODLE
'SARANAC LAKE; DECEMBER 1887。'
MY DEAR MISS BOODLE; … I am so much afraid; our gamekeeper may
weary of unacknowledged reports! Hence; in the midst of a perfect
horror of detestable weathers of a quite incongruous strain; and
with less desire for correspondence than … well; than … well; with
no desire for correspondence; behold me dash into the breach。 Do
keep up your letters。 They are most delightful to this exiled
backwoods family; and in your next; we shall hope somehow or other
to hear better news of you and yours … that in the first place …
and to hear more news of our beasts and birds and kindly fruits of
earth and those human tenants who are (truly) too much with us。
I am very well; better than for years: that is for good。 But then
my wife is no great shakes; the place does not suit her … it is my
private opinion that no place does … and she is now away down to
New York for a change; which (as Lloyd is in Boston) leaves my
mother and me and Valentine alone in our wind…beleaguered hilltop
hatbox of a house。 You should hear the cows butt against the walls
in the early morning while they feed; you should also see our back
log when the thermometer goes (as it does go) away … away below
zero; till it can be seen no more by the eye of man … not the
thermometer; which is still perfectly visible; but the mercury;
which curls up into the bulb like a hibernating bear; you should
also see the lad who 'does chores' for us; with his red stockings
and his thirteen year old face; and his highly manly tramp into the
room; and his two alternative answers to all questions about the
weather: either 'Cold;' or with a really lyrical movement of the
voice; 'LOVELY … raining!'
Will you take this miserable scarp for what it is worth? Will you
also understand that I am the man to blame; and my wife is really
almost too much out of health to write; or at least doesn't write?
… And believe me; with kind remembrance to Mrs。 Boodle and your
sisters; very sincerely yours;
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Letter: TO CHARLES BAXTER
SARANAC; 12TH DECEMBER '87。
Give us news of all your folk。 A Merry Christmas from all of us。
MY DEAR CHARLES; … Will you please send 20 pounds to … for a
Christmas gift from …? Moreover; I cannot remember what I told you
to send to … ; but as God has dealt so providentially with me this
year; I now propose to make it 20 pounds。
I beg of you also to consider my strange position。 I jined a club
which it was said was to defend the Union; and had a letter from
the secretary; which his name I believe was Lord Warmingpan (or
words to that effect); to say I am elected; and had better pay up a
certain sum of money; I forget what。 Now I cannae verra weel draw
a blank cheque and send to …
LORD WARMINGPAN (or words to that effect);
London; England。
And; man; if it was possible; I would be dooms glad to be out o'
this bit scrapie。 Mebbe the club was ca'd 'The Union;' but I
wouldnae like to sweir; and mebbe it wasnae; or mebbe only words to
that effec' … but I wouldnae care just exac'ly about sweirin'。 Do
ye no think Henley; or Pollick; or some o' they London fellies;
micht mebbe perhaps find out for me? and just what the soom was?
And that you would aiblins pay for me? For I thocht I was sae dam
patriotic jinin'; and it would be a kind o' a come…doun to be
turned out again。 Mebbe Lang would ken; or mebbe Rider Haggyard:
they're kind o' Union folks。 But it's my belief his name was
Warmingpan whatever。 Yours;
THOMSON;
ALIAS ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON。
Could it be Warminster?
Letter: TO MISS MONROE
SARANAC LAKE; NEW YORK 'DECEMBER 19; 1887'。
DEAR MISS MONROE; … Many thanks for your letter and your good
wishes。 It was much my desire to get to Chicago: had I done … or
if I yet do … so; I shall hope to see the original of my
photograph; which is one of my show possessions; but the fates are
rather contrary。 My wife is far from well; I myself dread worse
than almost any other imaginable peril; that miraculous and really
insane invention the American Railroad Car。 Heaven help the man …
may I add the woman … that sets foot in one! Ah; if it were only
an ocean to cross; it would be a matter of small thought to me …
and great pleasure。 But the railroad car … every man has his weak
point; and I fear the railroad car as abjectly as I do an earwig;
and; on the whole; on better grounds。 You do not know how bitter
it is to have to make such a confession; for you have not the
pretension nor the weakness of a man。 If I do get to Chicago; you
will hear of me: so much can be said。 And do you never come east?
I was pleased to recognise a word of my poor old Deacon in your
letter。 It would interest me very much to hear how it went and
what you thought of piece and actors; and my collaborator; who
knows and respects the photograph; would be pleased too。 … Still in
the hope of seeing you; I am; yours very truly;
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON。
Letter: TO HENRY JAMES
SARANAC LAKE; WINTER 1887…8。
MY DEAR HENRY JAMES; … It may please you to know how our family has
been employed。 In the silence of the snow the afternoon lamp has
lighted an eager fireside group: my mother reading; Fanny; Lloyd;
and I devoted listeners; and the work was really one of the best
works I ever heard; and its author is to be praised and honoured;
and what do you suppose is the name of it? and have you ever read
it yourself? and (I am bound I will get to the bottom of the page
before I blow the gaff; if I have to fight it out on this line all
summer; for if you have not to turn a leaf; there can be no
suspense; the conspectory eye being swift to pick out proper names;
and without suspense; there can be little pleasure in this world;
to my mind at least) … and; in short; the name of it is RODERICK
HUDSON; if you please。 My dear James; it is very spirited; and
very sound; and very noble too。 Hudson; Mrs。 Hudson; Rowland; O;
all first…rate: Rowland a very fine fellow; Hudson as good as he
can stick (did you know Hudson? I suspect you did); Mrs。 H。 his
real born mother; a thing rarely managed in fiction。
We are all keeping pretty fit and pretty hearty; but this letter is
not from me to you; it is from a reader of R。 H。 to the author of
the same; and it says nothing; and has nothing to say; but thank
you。
We are going to re…read CASAMASSIMA as a proper pendant。 Sir; I
think these two are your best; and care not who knows it。
May I beg you; the next time RODERICK is printed off; to go over
the sheets of the last few chapters; and strike out 'immense' and
'tremendous'? You have simply dropped them there like your pocket…
handkerchief; all you have to do is to pick them up and pouch them;
and your room … what do I say? … your cathedral! … will be swept
and garnished。 … I am; dear sir; your delighted reader;
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON。
P。S。 … P