Yesterday，Sunday，theRev。Dr。Browne，secretarytotheWesleyanMission，andthemanwhomadethewarintheWesternIslandsandwastriedforhislifeinFiji，cameup，andwehadalong，importanttalkaboutSamoa。O，ifIcouldonlytalktothehomemen！Butwhatwoulditmatter？noneofthemknow，noneofthemcare。IfwecouldonlyhaveMacgregorherewithhisschooner，youwouldhearofnomoretroublesinSamoa。Thatiswhatwewant；amanthatknowsandlikesthenatives，QUIPAYEDESAPERSONNE，ANDisnotafraidofhangingwhennecessary。Wedon’twantblandSwedishhumbugs，andfussy，fosteringGermanbarons。Thatwaythemaelstromlies，andweshallsoonbeinit。
Ihaveto-daywritten103and104，allperfectlywrong，andshallhavetorewritethem。Thistaleisdevilish，andChapterXI。theworstofthelot。ThetruthisofcoursethatIamwhollyworkedout；butit’snearlydone，andshallgosomehowaccordingtopromise。Igoagainstallmygods，andsayitisNOTWORTHWHILEtomassacreyourselfoverthelastfewpagesofarancidyarn，thatthereviewerswillquitejustlyteartobits。AsforD。B。，nohope，Ifear，thismail，butwe’llseewhattheafternoondoesforme。
Well，it’sdone。Thosetragic16pp。areatlastfinished，andIhaveputawaythirty-twopagesofchips，andhavespentthirteendaysaboutasnearlyinHellasamancouldexpecttolivethrough。It’sdone，andofcourseitain’tworthwhile，andwhocares？Thereitis，andaboutasgrimataleaswaseverwritten，andasgrimy，andashateful。
J。L。HUISH，BORN1856，ATHACKNEY，LONDON，AccidentallykilleduponthisIsland，10thSeptember，1889。
Iamexultingtodonothing。Itpourswithrainfromthewestward，veryunusualkindofweather；Iwasstandingoutonthelittleverandahinfrontofmyroomthismorning，andtherewentthroughmeorovermeawaveofextraordinaryandapparentlybaselessemotion。Iliterallystaggered。Andthentheexplanationcame，andIknewIhadfoundaframeofmindandbodythatbelongedtoScotland，andparticularlytotheneighbourhoodofCallander。Veryoddtheseidentitiesofsensation，andtheworldofconnotationsimplied；highlandhuts，andpeatsmoke，andthebrown，swirlingrivers，andwetclothes，andwhiskey，andtheromanceofthepast，andthatindescribablebiteofthewholethingataman’sheart，whichis-orratherliesatthebottomof-astory。
Idon’tknowifyouareaBarbeyd’Aurevilly-an。Iam。I
haveagreatdelightinhisNormanstories。DoyouknowtheCHEVALIERDESTOUCHESandL’ENSORCELEE？Theyareadmirable，theyreekofthesoilandthepast。ButIwasratherthinkingjustnowofLERIDEAUCRAMOISI，anditsadorablesettingofthestoppedcoach，thedarkstreet，thehome-goingintheinnyard，andtheredblindilluminated。Withoutdoubt，THEREwasanidentityofsensation；oneofthoseconjunctionsinlifethathadfilledBarbeyfulltothebrim，andpermanentlybenthismemory。
IwonderexceedinglyifIhavedoneanythingatallgood；andwhocantellme？andwhyshouldIwishtoknow？Insolittleawhile，I，andtheEnglishlanguage，andthebonesofmydescendants，willhaveceasedtobeamemory！Andyet-andyet-onewouldliketoleaveanimageforafewyearsuponmen’sminds-forfun。Thisisaverydarkframeofmind，consequentonoverworkandtheconclusionoftheexcruciatingEBBTIDE。Adieu。
WhatdoyousupposeshouldbedonewithTHEEBBTIDE？Itwouldmakeavolumeof200pp。；ontheotherhand，Imightlikelyhavesomemorestoriessoon:THEOWL，DEATHINTHE
POT，THESLEEPERAWAKENED；allthesearepossible。THEOWL
mightbehalfaslong；THESLEEPERAWAKENED，ditto；DEATHIN
THEPOTadealshorter，Ibelieve。Thenthere’stheGO-
BETWEEN，whichisnotimpossiblealtogether。THEOWL，THE
SLEEPERAWAKENED，andtheGO-BETWEENendreasonablywell；
DEATHINTHEPOTisanungodlymassacre。O，well，THEOWL
onlyendswellinsofarassomeloverscometogether，andnobodyiskilledatthemoment，butyouknowtheyarealldoomed，theyareChouanfellows。
FRIDAY，9TH。
Well，themailisin；noBlue-book，depressingletterfromC。；along，amusingramblefrommymother；vastmassesofRomeike；theyAREgoingtowarnow；andwhatwillthatleadto？andwhathasdriven，themtoitbutthepersistentmisconductofthesetwoofficials？IknowIoughttorewritetheendofthisbluidyEBBTIDE:well，Ican’t。CESTPLUS
FORTQUEMOI；ithastogothewayitis，andbejownedtoit！FromwhatImakeoutofthereviews，IthinkitwouldbebetternottorepublishTHEEBBTIDE:butkeepitforothertales，iftheyshouldturnup。VeryamusinghowthereviewspickoutonestoryanddamntherestIanditisalwaysadifferentone。BesureyousendmethearticlefromLE
TEMPS。
SATURDAY，17TH。
SinceIwrotethislast，Ihavewrittenawholechapterofmygrandfather，andreaditto-night；itwasonthewholemuchappreciated，andIkindofhopeitain’tbadmyself。’Tisathirdwriting，butitwantsafourth。Bynextmail，I
believeImightsendyou3chapters。ThatistosayFAMILY
ANNALS，THESERVICEOFTHENORTHERNLIGHTS，andTHEBUILDING
OFTHEBELLROCK。Possiblyeven4-AHOUSEFULOFBOYS。I
couldfinishmygrandfatherveryeasynow；myfatherandUncleAlanstoptheway。Iproposetocallthebook:
NORTHERNLIGHTS:MEMOIRSOFAFAMILYofENGINEERS。Itellyou，itisgoingtobeagoodbook。MyideainsendingMs。
wouldbetogetitsetup；twoproofstome，onetoProfessorSwan，Ardchapel，Helensburgh-markitprivateandconfidential-onetoyourself；andcomeonwithcriticisms！
ButI’llhavetosee。Thetotalplanofthebookisthis-
i。DomesticAnnals。
ii。TheServiceoftheNorthernLights。
iii。TheBuildingoftheBellRock。
iv。AHousefulofBoys(or，’TheFamilyinBaxter’sPlace)。
v。EducationofanEngineer。
vi。TheGrandfather。
vii。AlanStevenson。
viii。ThomasStevenson。
TherewillbeanIntroduction’TheSurnameofStevenson’
whichhasprovedamightyqueersubjectofinquiry。But，Lord！ifIwereamonglibraries。
SUNDAY，18TH。
Ishallputinthisenvelopetheendoftheever-to-be-
execratedEBBTIDE，orStevenson’sBloomingError。Also，apaperapartforDAVIDBALFOUR。Theslipsmustgoinanotherenclosure，Isuspect，owingtotheirbeastlybulk。Anyway，therearetwopiecesofworkoffmymind，andthoughIcouldwishIhadrewrittenalittlemoreofDAVID，yetitwasplainlytobeseenitwasimpossible。Allthepointsindicatedbyyouhavebeenbroughtout；buttorewritetheend，inmypresentstateofover-exhaustionandfiction-
phobia，wouldhavebeenmadness；andIletitgoasitstood。
Mygrandfatherisgoodenoughforme，thesedays。Idonotworkanyless；onthewhole，ifanything，alittlemore。Butitisdifferent。
Theslipsgotoyouinfourpackets；Ihopetheyarewhattheyshouldbe，butdonotthinkso。Iamatapitchofdiscontentwithfictioninallitsform-ormyforms-thatpreventsmebeingabletobeeveninterested。Ihavehadtostopalldrink；smokingIamtryingtostopalso。Itannoysmedreadfully:andyetifItakeaglassofclaret，-Ihaveaheadachethenextday！O，andagoodheadachetoo；noneofyourtrifles。
Well，sir，here’stoyou，andfarewell-Yoursever。
MYDEARCOLVIN-Yesterdaymorning，afteradayofabsolutetemperance，IawoketotheworstheadacheIhadhadyet。
Accordingly，temperancewassaidfarewellto，quinineinstituted，andIbelievemypainsaresoontobeover。Wewait，withakindofsighingimpatience，forwartobedeclared，ortoblowfinallyoff，livinginthemeanwhileinakindofchildren’shouroffirelightandshadowandpreposteroustales；thekingseenatnightgallopingupourroaduponunknownerrandsandcoveringhisfaceashepassesourcook；Mataafadailysurrounded(whenheawakes)withfresh’whiteman’sboxes’(query，ammunition？)andprofessingtobequiteignorantofwheretheycomefrom；marchesofbodiesofmenacrosstheisland；concealmentofdittointhebush；thecomingonandoffofdifferentchiefs；andsuchamassofravelmentandrag-tagasthedevilhimselfcouldnotunwind。
WEDNESDAY，28THJUNE。
Yesterdayitrainedwithbutlittleintermission，butIwasjealousofnews。GrahamandIgotintothesaddleabout1
o’clockandoffdowntotown。Intown，therewasnothingbutrumoursgoing；inthenightdrumshadbeenbeat，themenhadruntoarmsonMulinuufromasfarasVaiala，andthealarmprovedfalse。TherewerenosignsofanygatheringinApiaproper，andtheSecretaryofStatehadnonewstogive。I
believedhim，too，forwearebritherScots。ThenthetemptationcameuponmestrongtogoontothefordandseetheMataafavillages，whereweheardtherewasmoreafoot。
Offwerode。WhenwecametoVaimusu，thehouseswereveryfullofmen，butallseeminglyunarmed。ImmediatelybeyondisthatriveroverwhichwepassedinourscamperwithLadyJersey；itwasallsolitary。Threehundredyardsbeyondisasecondford；andthere-Icamefacetofacewithwar。UnderthetreesonthefurtherbanksatapicketofsevenmenwithWinchesters；theirfacesbright，theireyesardent。Aswecameup，theydidnotspeakormove；onlytheireyesfollowedus。Thehorsesdrank，andwepassedtheford。’Talofa！’I
said，andthecommandantofthepicketsaid’Talofa’；andthen，whenwewerealmostby，rememberedhimselfandaskedwhereweweregoing。’ToFaamuina，’Isaid，andwerodeon。
Everyhousebythewaysidewascrowdedwitharmedmen。TherewastheEuropeanhouseofaChinamanontheright-handside:
aflagoftruceflyingoverthegate-indeedwesawthreeoftheseinwhatlittlewaywepenetratedintoMataafa’slines-
alltheforeignerstryingtoprotecttheirgoods；andtheChinaman’sverandahoverflowedwithmenandgirlsandWinchesters。Bythewaywemetapartyofabouttenoradozenmarchingwiththeirgunsandcartridge-belts，andthecheerfulalacrityandbrightnessoftheirlookssetmyheadturningwithenvyandsympathy。ArrivedatVaiusu，thehousesabouttheMALAE(villagegreen)werethrongedwithmen，allarmed。Ontheoutsideofthecouncil-house(whichwasallfullwithin)therestoodanorator；hehadhisbackturnedtohisaudience，andseemedtoaddresstheworldatlarge；allthetimeweweretherehisstrongvoicecontinuedunabated，andIheardsnatchesofpoliticalwisdomrisingandfalling。
ThehouseofFaamuinastandsonaknollintheMALAE。
Thitherwemounted，aboyranoutandtookourhorses，andwewentin。Faamuinawastherehimself，hiswifePelepa，threeotherchiefs，andsomeattendants；andhereagainwasthisexultingspectacleasofpeopleontheirmarriageday。
Faamuina(whenIlastsawhim)wasanelderly，limpinggentleman，withmuchofthedebilityofage；itwasabright-
eyedboythatgreetedme；theladywasnolessexcited；allhadcartridge-belts。Westayedbutalittlewhiletosmokeasului；Iwouldnothavekavamade，asIthoughtmyescapadewasalreadydangerous(perhapsevenblameworthy)enough。Onthewayback，weweremuchgreeted，andoncomingtotheford，thecommandantcameandaskedmeifthereweremanyontheotherside。’Verymany，’saidI；notthatIknew，butI
wouldnotleadthemontheice。’Thatiswell！’saidhe，andthelittlepicketlaughedaloudaswesplashedintotheriver。WereturnedtoApia，throughApia，andouttowindwardasfarasVaiala，wherethewordwentthatthemenoftheVaimaugahadassembled。Wemettwoboyscarryingpigs，andsawsixyoungmenbusycookinginacook-house；butnosignofanassembly；noarms，noblackenedfaces。I
forgot！AsweturnedtoleaveFaamuina’s，thereranforwardamanwithhisfaceblackened，andthebackofhislava-lavagirdedupsoastoshowhistattooedhipsnaked；heleapedbeforeus，cutawonderfulcaper，andflunghisknifehighintheair，andcaughtit。Itwasstrangelysavageandfantasticandhigh-spirited。Ihaveseenachilddoingthesameanticslongbeforeinadance，sothatitisplainlyanACCEPTEDSOLEMNITY。Ishouldsaythatforweeksthechildrenhavebeenplayingwithspears。UpbytheplantationItookashortcut，whichshallneverberepeated，throughgrassandweedsoverthehorses’headsandamongrollingstones；I
thoughtweshouldhaveleftahorsethere，butfortunefavouredus。Sohome，alittlebeforesix，inadashingsquallofrain，toabowlofkavaanddinner。Buttheimpressiononourmindswasextraordinary；thesightofthatpicketattheford，andthoseardent，happyfaceswhirlsinmyhead；theoldaboriginalawokeinbothofusandknickeredlikeastallion。
ItisdreadfultothinkthatImustsitaparthereanddonothing；IdonotknowifIcanstanditout。Butyousee，I
maybeofusetothesepoorpeople，ifIkeepquiet，andifI
threwmyselfin，Ishouldhaveabadjobofittosavemyself。There；Ihavewrittenthistoyou；anditisstillbut7。30intheday，andthesunonlyaboutonehourup；canIgobacktomyoldgrandpapa，andmensittingwithWinchestersinmymind’seye？No；warisahugeENTRAINEMENT；thereisnoothertemptationtobecomparedtoit，notone。Wewereallwet，wehadbeenaboutfivehoursinthesaddle，mostlyridinghard；andwecamehomelikeschoolboys，withsuchalightnessofspirits，andIamsuresuchabrightnessofeye，asyoucouldhavelitacandleat！
THURSDAY29TH。
