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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。



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