I am not a bit the worse of it, except fore-mentioned state of
hands, a slight crick in my neck from the rain running down, and
general stiffness from pulling, hauling, and tugging for dear life.

We have got double weights at the guys, and hope to get it up like
a shot.

What fun you three must be having! I hope the cold don't disagree
with you. - I remain, my dear mother, your affectionate son,

R. L. STEVENSON.



Letter: TO MRS. THOMAS STEVENSON



PULTENEY, WICK, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 1868.

MY DEAR MOTHER, - Another storm: wind higher, rain thicker: the
wind still rising as the night closes in and the sea slowly rising
along with it; it looks like a three days' gale.

Last week has been a blank one: always too much sea.

I enjoyed myself very much last night at the R.'s. There was a
little dancing, much singing and supper.