MY DEAR FATHER, - Many thanks for a letter quite like yourself. I
quite agree with you, and had already planned a scene of religion
in BALFOUR; the Society for the Propagation of Christian Knowledge
furnishes me with a catechist whom I shall try to make the man. I
have another catechist, the blind, pistol-carrying highway robber,
whom I have transferred from the Long Island to Mull. I find it a
most picturesque period, and wonder Scott let it escape. The
COVENANT is lost on one of the Tarrans, and David is cast on
Earraid, where (being from inland) he is nearly starved before he
finds out the island is tidal; then he crosses Mull to Toronsay,
meeting the blind catechist by the way; then crosses Morven from
Kinlochaline to Kingairloch, where he stays the night with the good
catechist; that is where I am; next day he is to be put ashore in
Appin, and be present at Colin Campbell's death. To-day I rest,
being a little run down. Strange how liable we are to brain fag in
this scooty family! But as far as I have got, all but the last
chapter, I think David is on his feet, and (to my mind) a far
better story and far sounder at heart than TREASURE ISLAND.

I have no earthly news, living entirely in my story, and only
coming out of it to play patience. The Shelleys are gone; the
Taylors kinder than can be imagined. The other day, Lady Taylor
drove over and called on me; she is a delightful old lady, and
great fun. I mentioned a story about the Duchess of Wellington
which I had heard Sir Henry tell; and though he was very tired, he
looked it up and copied it out for me in his own hand. - Your most
affectionate son,

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.