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Works: The Merry Men And Other Tales, Memoir Of Fleeming Jenkin
Works The Merry Men And Other Tales Memoir Of Fleeming Jenkin Author:Robert Louis Stevenson THE WORKS OF RQBERT LOUIS STEVENSON - 1905,- C O N T E N T S VOLUME XI PhGE THE MERRY MEN AND OTHER TALES . 1 MEMOIR O F FLEEMINGJE NKIN . . 337 THE MERRY MEN AND OTHER TALES The Merry Men and Other Tales ap peared fist in a collected edition in 1887. The tales had been originally printed as follows I. The Cornhill Magazine, June and July, 1882.... more » 11. The Cornhill Magazine, January, 1878. 111. The Broken Shaft, Unwins An nual, December, 1885. IV. The Cornhill Magazine, October, 1881. V. The Court and Society Review, December, 1885. VI. Longmans Magazine, April and May, 1883. PREFATORY N O T E I N a vague quest for a house . . . a burn within reach heather and a fir or two, we came upon Kinnaird Cottage, near Pitlochry, where Professor Blackie, a picturesque and well-known figure in Scotland, had been in the habit of spending his vacations. For some reason the cottage was vacant during the summer of 1881 we were very glad indeed, to engage it, though our landlady and her daughter, who were to attend to our domestic affairs, made it plain to us that we were not to be considered in the same breath with the eccentric professor. Kinnaird Cottage possessed more advantages than my husband had demanded when he agreed to go to the Highlands with his people, for the house stood a few yards from a little green glen with a burn,--a wonderful burn, gold and green and snow white, singing loud and low in dserent steps of its career, now pouring over miniature crags, now fretting itself to death in a maze of rocky stairs and pots never was so sweet a little river. Behind, great purple moorlands reach ing to Ben Vrackie. 3 PREFATORY NOTE Although it was the seventh of June when we moved into the cottage, as yet we had had nothing but cold rains and penetrating winds and in all innocence this being my first season in this beautiful and inclement region I asked when the spring would begin. The spring l said my mother-in-law why, this is the spring. And the summer, I inquired anxiously, - when will the summer be here 4 b Well, returned my mother-in-law doubtfully, we must wait for St. Swithins day it all depends on what kind of weather we have then. St. Swithins day came and went in a storm of wind and rain. I a m afraid, confessed my mother-in-law, that the summer is past, and we shall have no more good weather. And so it turned out. Between showers she and I wandered over the moor and along the banks of the burn, but always with umbrellas in our hands, and generally returning drenched. My husband, who had come to the Highlands solely for the sunshine and bracing air, was condemned to spend the most of his time in our small, . stuffy sitting-room, with no amusement or occupation other than that afforded by his writing materials. The only books we had with us were two large volumes of the life of Voltaire, which did not tend to raise our already depressed spirits...« less