Chapter I: Front Matter

ACROSS THE PLAINS
WITH
OTHER MEMORIES AND ESSAYS

BY
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

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LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1915

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Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO.
at the Ballantyne Press, Edinburgh

TO PAUL BOURGET

Traveller and student and curious as you are, you will never have heard the name of Vailima, most likely not even that of Upolu, and Samoa itself may be strange to your ears. To these barbaric seats there came the other day a yellow book with your name on the title, and filled in every page with the exquisite gifts of your art. Let me take and change your own words: _J’ai beau admirer les autres de toutes mes forces_, _c’est avec vous que je me complais à vivre_.

R. L. S.

VAILIMA,
UPOLU,
SAMOA.

LETTER TO THE AUTHOR

MY DEAR STEVENSON,

You have trusted me with the choice and arrangement of these papers, written before you departed to the South Seas, and have asked me to add a preface to the volume. But it is your prose the public wish to read, not mine; and I am sure they will willingly be spared the preface. Acknowledgements are due in your name to the publishers of the several magazines from which the papers are collected, viz. _Fraser’s_, _Longman’s_, the _Magazine of Art_, and _Scribner’s_. I will only add, lest any reader should find the tone of the concluding pieces less inspiriting than your wont, that they were written under circumstances of especial gloom and sickness. “I agree with you the lights seem a little turned down,” so you write to me now; “the truth is I was far through, and came none too soon to the South Seas, where I was to recover peace of body and mind. And however low the lights, the stuff is true . . .” Well, inasmuch as the South Seas sirens have breathed new life into you, we are bound to be heartily grateful to them, though as they keep you so far removed from us, it is difficult not to bear them a grudge; and if they would reconcile us quite, they have but to do two things more—to teach you new tales that shall charm us like your old, and to spare you, at least once in a while in summer, to climates within reach of us who are task-bound for ten months in the year beside the Thames.

Yours ever,

SIDNEY COLVIN.

_February_, 1892.

CONTENTS

PAGE
I. ACROSS THE PLAINS 1
II. THE OLD PACIFIC CAPITAL 51
III. FONTAINEBLEAU 72
IV. EPILOGUE TO “AN INLAND VOYAGE” 95
V. RANDOM MEMORIES 112
VI. RANDOM MEMORIES CONTINUED 126
VII. THE LANTERN-BEARERS 138
VIII. A CHAPTER ON DREAMS 153
IX. BEGGARS 169
X. LETTER TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN 182
XI. PULVIS ET UMBRA 193
XII. A CHRISTMAS SERMON 202