Yesterday，Sunday，theRev。Dr。Browne，secretarytotheWesleyanMission，andthemanwhomadethewarintheWesternIslandsandwastriedforhislifeinFiji，cameup，andwehadalong，importanttalkaboutSamoa。O，ifIcouldonlytalktothehomemen！Butwhatwoulditmatter？noneofthemknow，noneofthemcare。IfwecouldonlyhaveMacgregorherewithhisschooner，youwouldhearofnomoretroublesinSamoa。Thatiswhatwewant；amanthatknowsandlikesthenatives，QUIPAYEDESAPERSONNE，ANDisnotafraidofhangingwhennecessary。Wedon’twantblandSwedishhumbugs，andfussy，fosteringGermanbarons。Thatwaythemaelstromlies，andweshallsoonbeinit。
Ihaveto-daywritten103and104，allperfectlywrong，andshallhavetorewritethem。Thistaleisdevilish，andChapterXI。theworstofthelot。ThetruthisofcoursethatIamwhollyworkedout；butit’snearlydone，andshallgosomehowaccordingtopromise。Igoagainstallmygods，andsayitisNOTWORTHWHILEtomassacreyourselfoverthelastfewpagesofarancidyarn，thatthereviewerswillquitejustlyteartobits。AsforD。B。，nohope，Ifear，thismail，butwe’llseewhattheafternoondoesforme。
Well，it’sdone。Thosetragic16pp。areatlastfinished，andIhaveputawaythirty-twopagesofchips，andhavespentthirteendaysaboutasnearlyinHellasamancouldexpecttolivethrough。It’sdone，andofcourseitain’tworthwhile，andwhocares？Thereitis，andaboutasgrimataleaswaseverwritten，andasgrimy，andashateful。
J。L。HUISH，BORN1856，ATHACKNEY，LONDON，AccidentallykilleduponthisIsland，10thSeptember，1889。
Iamexultingtodonothing。Itpourswithrainfromthewestward，veryunusualkindofweather；Iwasstandingoutonthelittleverandahinfrontofmyroomthismorning，andtherewentthroughmeorovermeawaveofextraordinaryandapparentlybaselessemotion。Iliterallystaggered。Andthentheexplanationcame，andIknewIhadfoundaframeofmindandbodythatbelongedtoScotland，andparticularlytotheneighbourhoodofCallander。Veryoddtheseidentitiesofsensation，andtheworldofconnotationsimplied；highlandhuts，andpeatsmoke，andthebrown，swirlingrivers，andwetclothes，andwhiskey，andtheromanceofthepast，andthatindescribablebiteofthewholethingataman’sheart，whichis-orratherliesatthebottomof-astory。