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Say, could that lad be I?'



No need now for the despairing finality of:

"'I have trod the upward and the downward slope,



I have endured and done in the days of yore,

I have longed for all, and bid farewell to hope,



And I have lived, and loved, and closed the door.'

"Death has set his seal of peace on the unequalconflict of mind



and matter; the All-Mother has gathered him to herself.

"In years to come, when his grave is perchance forgotten, a rugged



ruin, home of the lizard and the bat, Tusitala - the story-teller -

'the man with a heart of gold' (as I so often heard him designated



in the Islands), will live, when it may be his tales have ceased to

interest, in the tender remembrance of those whose lives he



beautified, and whose hearts he warmed into gratitude."

The chiefs have prohibited the use of firearms or other weapons on



Mount Vaea, "in order that the birds may live there undisturbed and

unafraid, and build their nests in the trees around Tusitala's



grave."

Miss Stubbs has many records of the impression produced on those he



came in contact with in Samoa - white men and women as well as

natives. She met a certain Austrian Count, who adored Stevenson's



memory. Over his camp bed was a framed photograph of R. L.

Stevenson.



"So," he said, "I keep him there, for he was my saviour, and I wish

'good-night' and 'good-morning,' every day, both to himself and to



his old home." The Count then told us that when he was stopping at

Vailima he used to have his bath daily on the verandah below his



room. One lovely morning he got up very early, got into the bath,

and splashed and sang, feeling very well and very happy, and at



last beginning to sing very loudly, he forgot Mr Stevenson

altogether. All at once there was Stevenson himself, his hair all



ruffled up, his eyes full of anger. "Man," he said, "you and your

infernal row have cost me more than two hundred pounds in ideas,"



and with that he was gone, but he did not address the Count again

the whole of that day. Next morning he had forgotten the Count's



offence and was just as friendly as ever, but - the noise was never

repeated!



Another of the Count's stories greatly amused the visitors:

"An English lord came all the way to Samoa in his yacht to see Mr



Stevenson, and found him in his cool Kimino sitting with the

ladies, and drinking tea on his verandah; the whole party had their



feet bare. The English lord thought that he must have called at

the wrong time, and offered to go away, but Mr Stevenson called out



to him, and brought him back, and made him stay to dinner. They

all went away to dress, and the guest was left sitting alone in the



verandah. Soon they came back, Mr Osbourne and Mr Stevenson

wearing the form of dress most usual in that hot climate a white



mess jacket, and white trousers, but their feet were still bare.

The guest put up his eyeglass and stared for a bit, then he looked



down upon his own beautifully shod feet, and sighed. They all

talked and laughed until the ladies came in, the ladies in silk



dresses, befrilled with lace, but still with bare feet, and the

guest took a covert look through his eyeglass and gasped, but when



he noticed that there were gold bangles on Mrs Strong's ankles and

rings upon her toes, he could bear no more and dropped his eyeglass



on the ground of the verandah breaking it all to bits."

Miss Stubbs met on the other side of the island a photographer who



told her this:

"I had but recently come to Samoa," he said, "and was standing one



day in my shop when Mr Stevenson came in and spoke. 'Man,' he

said, 'I tak ye to be a Scotsman like mysel'.'



"I would I could have claimed a kinship," deplored the

photographer, "but, alas! I am English to the backbone, with never



a drop of Scotch blood in my veins, and I told him this, regretting

the absence of the blood tie."



"'I could have sworn your back was the back of a Scotsman,' was his

comment, 'but,' and he held out his hand, 'you look sick, and there



is a fellowship in sickness not to be denied.' I said I was not

strong, and had come to the Island on account of my health. 'Well,



then,' replied Mr Stevenson, 'it shall be my business to help you

to get well; come to Vailima whenever you like, and if I am out,



ask for refreshment, and wait until I come in, you will always find

a welcome there.'"



At this point my informant turned away, and there was a break in




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