vailima letters-第29节
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the President (whose house we were then passing) doubtless
started at the sounds。 It was nine when we got to the hotel;
at first no food was to be found; but we skirmished up some
bread and cheese and beer and brandy; and (having changed our
wet clothes for the rather less wet in our bags) supped on
the verandah。
SATURDAY 28TH。 I was wakened about 6。30; long past my usual
hour; by a benevolent passer…by。 My turtle lay on the
verandah at my door; and the man woke me to tell me it was
dead; as it had been when we put it on board the day before。
All morning I ran the gauntlet of men and women coming up to
me: 'Mr。 Stevenson; your turtle is dead。' I gave half of it
to the hotel keeper; so that his cook should cut it up; and
we got a damaged shell; and two splendid meals; beefsteak one
day and soup the next。 The horses came for us about 9。30。
It was waterspouting; we were drenched before we got out of
the town; the road was a fine going Highland trout stream; it
thundered deep and frequent; and my mother's horse would not
better on a walk。 At last she took pity on us; and very
nobly proposed that Belle and I should ride ahead。 We were
mighty glad to do so; for we were cold。 Presently; I said I
should ride back for my mother; but it thundered again; Belle
is afraid of thunder; and I decided to see her through the
forest before I returned for my other hen … I may say; my
other wet hen。 About the middle of the wood; where it is
roughest and steepest; we met three pack…horses with barrels
of lime…juice。 I piloted Belle past these … it is not very
easy in such a road … and then passed them again myself; to
pilot my mother。 This effected; it began to thunder again;
so I rode on hard after Belle。 When I caught up with her;
she was singing Samoan hymns to support her terrors! We were
all back; changed; and at table by lunch time; 11 A。M。 Nor
have any of us been the worse for it sinsyne。 That is pretty
good for a woman of my mother's age and an invalid of my
standing; above all; as Tauilo was laid up with a bad cold;
probably increased by rage。
FRIDAY; 3RD JUNE。
On Wednesday the club could not be held; and I must ride down
town and to and fro all afternoon delivering messages; then
dined and rode up by the young moon。 I had plenty news when
I got back; there is great talk in town of my deportation: it
is thought they have written home to Downing Street
requesting my removal; which leaves me not much alarmed; what
I do rather expect is that H。 J。 Moors and I may be haled up
before the C。 J。 to stand a trial for LESE…Majesty。 Well;
we'll try and live it through。
The rest of my history since Monday has been unadulterated
DAVID BALFOUR。 In season and out of season; night and day;
David and his innocent harem … let me be just; he never has
more than the two … are on my mind。 Think of David Balfour
with a pair of fair ladies … very nice ones too … hanging
round him。 I really believe David is as a good character as
anybody has a right to ask for in a novel。 I have finished
drafting Chapter XX。 to…day; and feel it all ready to froth
when the spigot is turned。
O I forgot … and do forget。 What did I mean? A waft of
cloud has fallen on my mind; and I will write no more。
WEDNESDAY; I BELIEVE; 8TH JUNE。
Lots of David; and lots of David; and the devil any other
news。 Yesterday we were startled by great guns firing a
salute; and to…day Whitmee (missionary) rode up to lunch; and
we learned it was the CURACOA come in; the ship (according to
rumour) in which I was to be deported。 I went down to meet
my fate; and the captain is to dine with me Saturday; so I
guess I am not going this voyage。 Even with the
particularity with which I write to you; how much of my life
goes unexpressed; my troubles with a madman by the name of …;
a genuine living lunatic; I believe; and jolly dangerous; my
troubles about poor …; all these have dropped out; yet for
moments they were very instant; and one of them is always
present with me。
I have finished copying Chapter XXI。 of David … 'SOLUS CUM
SOLA; we travel together。' Chapter XXII。; 'SOLUS CUM SOLA;
we keep house together;' is already drafted。 To the end of
XXI。 makes more than 150 pages of my manuscript … damn this
hair … and I only designed the book to run to about 200; but
when you introduce the female sect; a book does run away with
you。 I am very curious to see what you will think of my two
girls。 My own opinion is quite clear; I am in love with
both。 I foresee a few pleasant years of spiritual
flirtations。 The creator (if I may name myself; for the sake
of argument; by such a name) is essentially unfaithful。 For
the duration of the two chapters in which I dealt with Miss
Grant; I totally forgot my heroine; and even … but this is a
flat secret … tried to win away David。 I think I must try
some day to marry Miss Grant。 I'm blest if I don't think
I've got that hair out! which seems triumph enough; so I
conclude。
TUESDAY。
Your infinitesimal correspondence has reached me; and I have
the honour to refer to it with scorn。 It contains only one
statement of conceivable interest; that your health is
better; the rest is null; and so far as disquisitory unsound。
I am all right; but David Balfour is ailing; this came from
my visit to the man…of…war; where I had a cup of tea; and the
most of that night walked the verandah with extraordinary
convictions of guilt and ruin; many of which (but not all)
proved to have fled with the day; taking David along with
them; he R。I。P。 in Chapter XXII。
On Saturday I went down to the town; and fetched up Captain
Gibson to dinner; Sunday I was all day at Samoa; and had a
pile of visitors。 Yesterday got my mail; including your
despicable sheet; was fooled with a visit from the high chief
Asi; went down at 4 P。M。 to my Samoan lesson from Whitmee … I
think I shall learn from him; he does not fool me with
cockshot rules that are demolished next day; but professes
ignorance like a man; the truth is; the grammar has still to
be expiscated … dined with Haggard; and got home about nine。
WEDNESDAY。
The excellent Clarke up here almost all day yesterday; a man
I esteem and like to the soles of his boots; I prefer him to
anyone in Samoa; and to most people in the world; a real good
missionary; with the inestimable advantage of having grown up
a layman。 Pity they all can't get that! It recalls my old
proposal; which delighted Lady Taylor so much; that every
divinity student should be thirty years old at least before
he was admitted。 Boys switched out of college into a pulpit;
what chance have they? That any should do well amazes me;
and the most are just what was to be expected。
SATURDAY。
I must tell you of our feast。 It was long promised to the
boys; and came off yesterday in one of their new houses。 My
good Simele arrived from Savaii that morning asking for
political advice; then we had Tauilo; Elena's father; a
talking man of Tauilo's family; Talolo's cousin; and a boy of
Simele's family; who attended on his dignity; then Metu; the
meat…man … you have never heard of him; but he is a great
person in our household … brought a lady and a boy … and
there was another infant … eight guests in all。 And we sat
down thirty strong。 You should have seen our procession;
going (about two o'clock); all in our best clothes; to the
hall of feasting! All in our Sunday's best。 The new house
had been hurriedly finished; the rafters decorated with
flowers; the floor spread; native style; with green leaves;
we had given a big porker; twenty…five pounds of fresh beef;
a tin of biscuit; cocoanuts; etc。 Our places were all
arranged with much care; the native ladies of the house
facing our party; the sides filled up by the men; the guests;
please observe: the two chief people; male and female; were
placed with our family; the rest between S。 and the native
ladies。 After the feast was over; we had kava; and the
calling of the kava was a very elaborate affair; and I
thought had like to have made Simele very angry; he is really
a considerable chief; but he and Tauilo were not called till
after all our family; AND THE GUESTS; I suppose the principle
being that he was still regarded as one of the household。 I
forgot to say that our black boy did not turn up when the
feast was ready。 Off went the two cooks; found him;
decorated him with huge red hibiscus flowers … he was in a
very dirty under shirt … brought him back between them like a
reluctant maid; and; thrust him into a place between Faauma
and Elena; where he was petted and ministered to。 When his
turn came in the kava drinking … and you may be sure; in
the