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。AHousefulofBoysor，’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；Mataafadailysurroundedwhenheawakeswithfresh’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，thehousesabouttheMALAEvillagegreenwerethrongedwithmen，allarmed。Ontheoutsideofthecouncil-housewhichwasallfullwithintherestoodanorator；hehadhisbackturnedtohisaudience，andseemedtoaddresstheworldatlarge；allthetimeweweretherehisstrongvoicecontinuedunabated，andIheardsnatchesofpoliticalwisdomrisingandfalling。
　　ThehouseofFaamuinastandsonaknollintheMALAE。
　　Thitherwemounted，aboyranoutandtookourhorses，andwewentin。Faamuinawastherehimself，hiswifePelepa，threeotherchiefs，andsomeattendants；andhereagainwasthisexultingspectacleasofpeopleontheirmarriageday。
　　FaamuinawhenIlastsawhimwasanelderly，limpinggentleman，withmuchofthedebilityofage；itwasabright-
　　eyedboythatgreetedme；theladywasnolessexcited；allhadcartridge-belts。Westayedbutalittlewhiletosmokeasului；Iwouldnothavekavamade，asIthoughtmyescapadewasalreadydangerousperhapsevenblameworthyenough。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。