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CHAPTER VIII







APRIL 29TH; '91。





MY DEAR COLVIN;  … I begin again。  I was awake this morning 

about half…past four。  It was still night; but I made my 

fire; which is always a delightful employment; and read 

Lockhart's 'Scott' until the day began to peep。  It was a 

beautiful and sober dawn; a dove…coloured dawn; insensibly 

brightening to gold。  I was looking at it some while over the 

down…hill profile of our eastern road; when I chanced to 

glance northward; and saw with extraordinary pleasure the sea 

lying outspread。  It seemed as smooth as glass; and yet I 

knew the surf was roaring all along the reef; and indeed; if 

I had listened; I could have heard it … and saw the white 

sweep of it outside Matautu。



I am out of condition still; and can do nothing; and toil to 

be at my pen; and see some ink behind me。  I have taken up 

again THE HIGH WOODS OF ULUFANUA。  I still think the fable 

too fantastic and far…fetched。  But; on a re…reading; fell in 

love with my first chapter; and for good or evil I must 

finish it。  It is really good; well fed with facts; true to 

the manners; and (for once in my works) rendered pleasing by 

the presence of a heroine who is pretty。  Miss Uma is pretty; 

a fact。  All my other women have been as ugly as sin; and 

like Falconet's horse (I have just been reading the anecdote 

in Lockhart); MORTES forbye。



News: Our old house is now half demolished; it is to be 

rebuilt on a new site; now we look down upon and through the 

open posts of it like a bird…cage; to the woods beyond。  My 

poor Paulo has lost his father and succeeded to thirty 

thousand thalers (I think); he had to go down to the 

Consulate yesterday to send a legal paper; got drunk; of 

course; and is still this morning in so bemused a condition 

that our breakfasts all went wrong。  Lafaele is absent at the 

deathbed of his fair spouse; fair she was; but not in deed; 

acting as harlot to the wreckers at work on the warships; to 

which society she probably owes her end; having fallen off a 

cliff; or been thrust off it …INTER POCULA。  Henry is the 

same; our stand…by。  In this transition stage he has been 

living in Apia; but the other night he stayed up; and sat 

with us about the chimney in my room。  It was the first time 

he had seen a fire in a hearth; he could not look at it 

without smiles; and was always anxious to put on another 

stick。  We entertained him with the fairy tales of 

civilisation … theatres; London; blocks in the street; 

Universities;  the Underground; newspapers; etc。; and 

projected once more his visit to Sydney。  If we can manage; 

it will be next Christmas。  (I see it will be impossible for 

me to afford a further journey THIS winter。)  We have spent 

since we have been here about 2500 pounds; which is not much 

if you consider we have built on that three houses; one of 

them of some size; and a considerable stable; made two miles 

of road some three times; cleared many acres of bush; made 

some miles of path; planted quantities of food; and enclosed 

a horse paddock and some acres of pig run; but 'tis a good 

deal of money regarded simply as money。  K。 is bosh; I have 

no use for him; but we must do what we can with the fellow 

meanwhile; he is good…humoured and honest; but inefficient; 

idle himself; the cause of idleness in others; grumbling; a 

self…excuser … all the faults in a bundle。  He owes us thirty 

weeks' service … the wretched Paul about half as much。  Henry 

is almost the only one of our employes who has a credit。





MAY 17TH。





Well; am I ashamed of myself?  I do not think so。  I have 

been hammering Letters ever since; and got three ready and a 

fourth about half through; all four will go by the mail; 

which is what I wish; for so I keep at least my start。  Days 

and days of unprofitable stubbing and digging; and the result 

still poor as literature; left…handed; heavy; unillumined; 

but I believe readable and interesting as matter。  It has 

been no joke of a hard time; and when my task was done; I had 

little taste for anything but blowing on the pipe。  A few 

necessary letters filled the bowl to overflowing。



My mother has arrived; young; well; and in good spirits。  By 

desperate exertions; which have wholly floored Fanny; her 

room was ready for her; and the dining…room fit to eat in。  

It was a famous victory。  Lloyd never told me of your 

portrait till a few days ago; fortunately; I had no pictures 

hung yet; and the space over my chimney waits your 

counterfeit presentment。  I have not often heard anything 

that pleased me more; your severe head shall frown upon me 

and keep me to the mark。  But why has it not come?  Have you 

been as forgetful as Lloyd?





18TH。





Miserable comforters are ye all!  I read your esteemed pages 

this morning by lamplight and the glimmer of the dawn; and as 

soon as breakfast was over; I must turn to and tackle these 

despised labours!  Some courage was necessary; but not 

wanting。  There is one thing at least by which I can avenge 

myself for my drubbing; for on one point you seem 

impenetrably stupid。  Can I find no form of words which will 

at last convey to your intelligence the fact that THESE 

LETTERS WERE NEVER MEANT; AND ARE NOT NOW MEANT; TO BE OTHER 

THAN A QUARRY OF MATERIALS FROM WHICH THE BOOK MAY BE DRAWN?  

There seems something incommunicable in this (to me) simple 

idea; I know Lloyd failed to comprehend it; I doubt if he has 

grasped it now; and I despair; after all these efforts; that 

you should ever be enlightened。  Still; oblige me by reading 

that form of words once more; and see if a light does not 

break。  You may be sure; after the friendly freedoms of your 

criticism (necessary I am sure; and wholesome I know; but 

untimely to the poor labourer in his landslip) that mighty 

little of it will stand。



Our Paul has come into a fortune; and wishes to go home to 

the Hie Germanie。  This is a tile on our head; and if a 

shower; which is now falling; lets up; I must go down to 

Apia; and see if I can find a substitute of any kind。  This 

is; from any point of view; disgusting; above all; from that 

of work; for; whatever the result; the mill has to be kept 

turning; apparently dust; and not flour; is the proceed。  

Well; there is gold in the dust; which is a fine consolation; 

since … well; I can't help it; night or morning; I do my 

darndest; and if I cannot charge for merit; I must e'en 

charge for toil; of which I have plenty and plenty more ahead 

before this cup is drained; sweat and hyssop are the 

ingredients。



We are clearing from Carruthers' Road to the pig fence; 

twenty…eight powerful natives with Catholic medals about 

their necks; all swiping in like Trojans; long may the sport 

continue!



The invoice to hand。  Ere this goes out; I hope to see your 

expressive; but surely not benignant countenance!  Adieu; O 

culler of offensive expressions … 'and a' …  to be a posy to 

your ain dear May!' … Fanny seems a little revived again 

after her spasm of work。  Our books and furniture keep slowly 

draining up the road; in a sad state of scatterment and 

disrepair; I wish the devil had had K。 by his red beard 

before he had packed my library。  Odd leaves and sheets and 

boards … a thing to make a bibliomaniac shed tears … are 

fished out of odd corners。  But I am no bibliomaniac; praise 

Heaven; and I bear up; and rejoice when I find anything safe。





19TH。





However; I worked five hours on the brute; and finished my 

Letter all the same; and couldn't sleep last night by 

consequence。  Haven't had a bad night since I don't know 

when; dreamed a large; handsome man (a New Orleans planter) 

had insulted my wife; and; do what I pleased; I could not 

make him fight me; and woke to find it was the eleventh 

anniversary of my marriage。  A letter usually takes me from a 

week to three days; but I'm sometimes two days on a page … I 

was once three … and then my friends kick me。  C'EST…Y…BETE!  

I wish letters of that charming quality could be so timed as 

to arrive when a fellow wasn't working at the truck in 

question; but; of course; that can't be。  Did not go down 

last night。  It showered all afternoon; and poured heavy and 

loud all night。



You should have seen our twenty…five popes (the Samoan phrase 

for a Catholic; lay or cleric) squatting when the day's work 

was done on the ground outside the verandah; and pouring in 

the rays of forty…eight eyes through the back and the front 

door of the dining…room; while Henry and I and the boss pope 

signed the contract。  The second boss (an old man) wore a 

kilt (as usual) and a Balmoral bonnet with a little tartan 

edging and the tails pulled off。  I told him that hat belong 

to my country … Sekotia; and he said; yes; that was the place 

that he belonged to right enough。  And then 

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