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quite on the cards we might be cast on some unvisited; or very
rarely visited; island; that there we might lie for a long time;
even years; unheard of; and yet turn up smiling at the hinder end。
So do not let me be 'rowpit' till you get some certainty we have
gone to Davie Jones in a squall; or graced the feast of some
barbarian in the character of Long Pig。
I have just been a week away alone on the lee coast of Hawaii; the
only white creature in many miles; riding five and a half hours one
day; living with a native; seeing four lepers shipped off to
Molokai; hearing native causes; and giving my opinion as AMICUS
CURIAE as to the interpretation of a statute in English; a lovely
week among God's best … at least God's sweetest works …
Polynesians。 It has bettered me greatly。 If I could only stay
there the time that remains; I could get my work done and be happy;
but the care of my family keeps me in vile Honolulu; where I am
always out of sorts; amidst heat and cold and cesspools and beastly
HAOLES。 What is a haole? You are one; and so; I am sorry to say;
am I。 After so long a dose of whites; it was a blessing to get
among Polynesians again even for a week。
Well; Charles; there are waur haoles than yoursel'; I'll say that
for ye; and trust before I sail I shall get another letter with
more about yourself。 … Ever your affectionate friend
R。 L。 S。
Letter: TO W。 H。 LOW
HONOLULU; (ABOUT) 20TH MAY '89。
MY DEAR LOW; … The goods have come; many daughters have done
virtuously; but thou excellest them all。 … I have at length
finished THE MASTER; it has been a sore cross to me; but now he is
buried; his body's under hatches; … his soul; if there is any hell
to go to; gone to hell; and I forgive him: it is harder to forgive
Burlingame for having induced me to begin the publication; or
myself for suffering the induction。 … Yes; I think Hole has done
finely; it will be one of the most adequately illustrated books of
our generation; he gets the note; he tells the story … MY story: I
know only one failure … the Master standing on the beach。 … You
must have a letter for me at Sydney … till further notice。
Remember me to Mrs。 Will。 H。; the godlike sculptor; and any of the
faithful。 If you want to cease to be a republican; see my little
Kaiulani; as she goes through … but she is gone already。 You will
die a red; I wear the colours of that little royal maiden; NOUS
ALLONS CHANTER A LA RONDE; SI VOUS VOULEZ! only she is not blonde
by several chalks; though she is but a half…blood; and the wrong
half Edinburgh Scots like mysel'。 But; O Low; I love the
Polynesian: this civilisation of ours is a dingy; ungentlemanly
business; it drops out too much of man; and too much of that the
very beauty of the poor beast: who has his beauties in spite of
Zola and Co。 As usual; here is a whole letter with no news: I am
a bloodless; inhuman dog; and no doubt Zola is a better
correspondent。 … Long live your fine old English admiral … yours; I
mean … the U。S。A。 one at Samoa; I wept tears and loved myself and
mankind when I read of him: he is not too much civilised。 And
there was Gordon; too; and there are others; beyond question。 But
if you could live; the only white folk; in a Polynesian village;
and drink that warm; light VIN DU PAYS of human affection; and
enjoy that simple dignity of all about you … I will not gush; for I
am now in my fortieth year; which seems highly unjust; but there it
is; Mr。 Low; and the Lord enlighten your affectionate
R。 L。 S。
Letter: TO MRS。 R。 L。 STEVENSON
KALAWAO; MOLOKAI 'MAY 1889'。
DEAR FANNY; … I had a lovely sail up。 Captain Cameron and Mr。
Gilfillan; both born in the States; yet the first still with a
strong Highland; and the second still with a strong Lowland accent;
were good company; the night was warm; the victuals plain but good。
Mr。 Gilfillan gave me his berth; and I slept well; though I heard
the sisters sick in the next stateroom; poor souls。 Heavy rolling
woke me in the morning; I turned in all standing; so went right on
the upper deck。 The day was on the peep out of a low morning bank;
and we were wallowing along under stupendous cliffs。 As the lights
brightened; we could see certain abutments and buttresses on their
front where wood clustered and grass grew brightly。 But the whole
brow seemed quite impassable; and my heart sank at the sight。 Two
thousand feet of rock making 19 degrees (the Captain guesses)
seemed quite beyond my powers。 However; I had come so far; and; to
tell you the truth; I was so cowed with fear and disgust that I
dared not go back on the adventure in the interests of my own self…
respect。 Presently we came up with the leper promontory: lowland;
quite bare and bleak and harsh; a little town of wooden houses; two
churches; a landing…stair; all unsightly; sour; northerly; lying
athwart the sunrise; with the great wall of the pali cutting the
world out on the south。 Our lepers were sent on the first boat;
about a dozen; one poor child very horrid; one white man; leaving a
large grown family behind him in Honolulu; and then into the second
stepped the sisters and myself。 I do not know how it would have
been with me had the sisters not been there。 My horror of the
horrible is about my weakest point; but the moral loveliness at my
elbow blotted all else out; and when I found that one of them was
crying; poor soul; quietly under her veil; I cried a little myself;
then I felt as right as a trivet; only a little crushed to be there
so uselessly。 I thought it was a sin and a shame she should feel
unhappy; I turned round to her; and said something like this:
'Ladies; God Himself is here to give you welcome。 I'm sure it is
good for me to be beside you; I hope it will be blessed to me; I
thank you for myself and the good you do me。' It seemed to cheer
her up; but indeed I had scarce said it when we were at the
landing…stairs; and there was a great crowd; hundreds of (God save
us!) pantomime masks in poor human flesh; waiting to receive the
sisters and the new patients。
Every hand was offered: I had gloves; but I had made up my mind on
the boat's voyage NOT to give my hand; that seemed less offensive
than the gloves。 So the sisters and I went up among that crew; and
presently I got aside (for I felt I had no business there) and set
off on foot across the promontory; carrying my wrap and the camera。
All horror was quite gone from me: to see these dread creatures
smile and look happy was beautiful。 On my way through Kalaupapa I
was exchanging cheerful ALOHAS with the patients coming galloping
over on their horses; I was stopping to gossip at house…doors; I
was happy; only ashamed of myself that I was here for no good。 One
woman was pretty; and spoke good English; and was infinitely
engaging and (in the old phrase) towardly; she thought I was the
new white patient; and when she found I was only a visitor; a
curious change came in her face and voice … the only sad thing;
morally sad; I mean … that I met that morning。 But for all that;
they tell me none want to leave。 Beyond Kalaupapa the houses
became rare; dry stone dykes; grassy; stony land; one sick
pandanus; a dreary country; from overhead in the little clinging
wood shogs of the pali chirruping of birds fell; the low sun was
right in my face; the trade blew pure and cool and delicious; I
felt as right as ninepence; and stopped and chatted with the
patients whom I still met on their horses; with not the least
disgust。 About half…way over; I met the superintendent (a leper)
with a horse for me; and O; wasn't I glad! But the horse was one
of those curious; dogged; cranky brutes that always dully want to
go somewhere else; and my traffic with him completed my crushing
fatigue。 I got to the guest…house; an empty house with several
rooms; kitchen; bath; etc。 There was no one there; and I let the
horse go loose in the garden; lay down on the bed; and fell asleep。
Dr。 Swift woke me and gave me breakfast; then I came back and slept
again while he was at the dispensary; and he woke me for dinner;
and I came back and slept again; and he woke me about six for
supper; and then in about an hour I felt tired again; and came up
to my solitary guest…house; played the flageolet; and am now
writing to you。 As yet; you see; I have seen nothing of the
settlement; and my crushing fatigue (though I believe that was
moral and a measure of my cowardice) and the doctor's opinion make
me think the pali hopeless。 'You don't look a strong man;' said
the doctor; 'but are you sound?' I told him the truth; then he
said it was out of the question; and if I were to get up at all; I
must be carried up。 But; as it seems; men as well as horses
c