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