The Merry Men, and Other Tales and Fables

tenth edition
LONDON CHATTO & WINDUS 1904
Three of the following Tales have appeared in the Cornhill Magazine ; one in Longman’s ; one in Mr. Henry Norman’s Christmas Annual; and one in the Court and Society Review . The Author desires to make proper acknowledgements to the Publishers concerned.
My dear Lady Taylor ,
To your name , if I wrote on brass , I could add nothing ; it has been already written higher than I could dream to reach , by a strong and dear hand ; and if I now dedicate to you these tales , it is not as the writer who brings you his work , but as the friend who would remind you of his affection .
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Skerryvore, Bournemouth.
It was a beautiful morning in the late July when I set forth on foot for the last time for Aros. A boat had put me ashore the night before at Grisapol; I had such breakfast as the little inn afforded, and, leaving all my baggage till I had an occasion to come round for it by sea, struck right across the promontory with a cheerful heart.
I was far from being a native of these parts, springing, as I did, from an unmixed lowland stock. But an uncle of mine, Gordon Darnaway, after a poor, rough youth, and some years at sea, had married a young wife in the islands; Mary Maclean she was called, the last of her family; and when she died in giving birth to a daughter, Aros, the sea-girt farm, had remained in his possession. It brought him in nothing but the means of life, as I was well aware; but he was a man whom ill-fortune had pursued; he feared, cumbered as he was with the young child, to make a fresh adventure upon life; and remained in Aros, biting his nails at destiny. Years passed over his head in that isolation, and brought neither help nor contentment. Meantime our family was dying out in the lowlands; there is little luck for any of that race; and perhaps my father was the luckiest of all, for not only was he one of the last to die, but he left a son to his name and a little money to support it. I was a student of Edinburgh University, living well enough at my own charges, but without kith or kin; when some news of me found its way to Uncle Gordon on the Ross of Grisapol; and he, as he was a man who held blood thicker than water, wrote to me the day he heard of my existence, and taught me to count Aros as my home. Thus it was that I came to spend my vacations in that part of the country, so far from all society and comfort, between the codfish and the moorcocks; and thus it was that now, when I had done with my classes, I was returning thither with so light a heart that July day.