Stevenson Robert Louis - The Master of Ballantrae: a winters tale

The Master of Ballantrae Robert Louis Stevenson

Table of Contents The Master of Ballantrae...................................................................................................................................1 Robert Louis Stevenson...........................................................................................................................1 PREFACE................................................................................................................................................1 CHAPTER I. SUMMARY OF EVENTS DURING THIS MASTER'S WANDERINGS..................4 CHAPTER II. SUMMARY OF EVENTS (continued)..........................................................................9 CHAPTER III. THE MASTER'S WANDERINGS...........................................................................17 CHAPTER IV. PERSECUTIONS ENDURED BY MR. HENRY....................................................32 CHAPTER V. ACCOUNT OF ALL THAT PASSED ON THE NIGHT ON FEBRUARY 27TH, 1757............................................................................................................................................50 CHAPTER VI. SUMMARY OF EVENTS DURING THE MASTER'S SECOND ABSENCE......62 CHAPTER VII. ADVENTURE OF CHEVALIER BURKE IN INDIA...........................................72 CHAPTER VIII. THE ENEMY IN THE HOUSE.............................................................................74 CHAPTER IX. MR. MACKELLAR'S JOURNEY WITH THE MASTER......................................86 CHAPTER X. PASSAGES AT NEW YORK...................................................................................94 CHAPTER XI. THE JOURNEY IN THE WILDERNESS.............................................................103 CHAPTER XII. THE JOURNEY IN THE WILDERNESS (continued).........................................114 The Master of Ballantrae i

The Master of Ballantrae Robert Louis Stevenson PREFACE  CHAPTER I. SUMMARY OF EVENTS DURING THIS MASTER'S WANDERINGS.  CHAPTER II. SUMMARY OF EVENTS (continued)  CHAPTER III. THE MASTER'S WANDERINGS.  CHAPTER IV. PERSECUTIONS ENDURED BY MR. HENRY.  CHAPTER V. ACCOUNT OF ALL THAT PASSED ON THE NIGHT ON FEBRUARY  CHAPTER VI. SUMMARY OF EVENTS DURING THE MASTER'S SECOND ABSENCE.  CHAPTER VII. ADVENTURE OF CHEVALIER BURKE IN INDIA.  CHAPTER VIII. THE ENEMY IN THE HOUSE.  CHAPTER IX. MR. MACKELLAR'S JOURNEY WITH THE MASTER.  CHAPTER X. PASSAGES AT NEW YORK.  CHAPTER XI. THE JOURNEY IN THE WILDERNESS.  CHAPTER XII. THE JOURNEY IN THE WILDERNESS (continued).  This page copyright 2000 Blackmask Online. http://www.blackmask.com The Master of Ballantrae A Winter's Tale To Sir Percy Florence and Lady Shelley Here is a tale which extends over many years and travels into many countries. By a peculiar fitness of circumstance the writer began, continued it, and concluded it among distant and diverse scenes. Above all, he was much upon the sea. The character and fortune of the fraternal enemies, the hall and shrubbery of Durrisdeer, the problem of Mackellar's homespun and how to shape it for superior flights; these were his company on deck in many starreflecting harbours, ran often in his mind at sea to the tune of slatting canvas, and were dismissed (something of the suddenest) on the approach of squalls. It is my hope that these surroundings of its manufacture may to some degree find favour for my story with seafarers and sealovers like yourselves. And at least here is a dedication from a great way off: written by the loud shores of a subtropical island near upon ten thousand miles from Boscombe Chine and Manor: scenes which rise before me as I write, along with the faces and voices of my friends. Well, I am for the sea once more; no doubt Sir Percy also. Let us make the signal B. R. D.! R. L. S. WAIKIKI, May 17, 1889 PREFACE Although an old, consistent exile, the editor of the following pages revisits now and again the city of which he exults to be a native; and there are few things more strange, more painful, or more salutary, than such The Master of Ballantrae 1

revisitations. Outside, in foreign spots, he comes by surprise and awakens more attention than he had expected; in his own city, the relation is reversed, and he stands amazed to be so little recollected. Elsewhere he is refreshed to see attractive faces, to remark possible friends; there he scouts the long streets, with a pang at heart, for the faces and friends that are no more. Elsewhere he is delighted with the presence of what is new, there tormented by the absence of what is old. Elsewhere he is content to be his present self; there he is smitten with an equal regret for what he once was and for what he once hoped to be. He was feeling all this dimly, as he drove from the station, on his last visit; he was feeling it still as he alighted at the door of his friend Mr. Johnstone Thomson, W.S., with whom he was to stay. A hearty welcome, a face not altogether changed, a few words that sounded of old days, a laugh provoked and shared, a glimpse in passing of the snowy cloth and bright decanters and the Piranesis on the diningroom wall, brought him to his bedroom with a somewhat lightened cheer, and when he and Mr. Thomson sat down a few minutes later, cheek by jowl, and pledged the past in a preliminary bumper, he was already almost consoled, he had already almost forgiven himself his two unpardonable errors, that he should ever have left his native city, or ever returned to it. "I have something quite in your way," said Mr. Thomson. "I wished to do honour to your arrival; because, my dear fellow, it is my own youth that comes back along with you; in a very tattered and withered state, to be sure, but well! all that's left of it." "A great deal better than nothing," said the editor. "But what is this which is quite in my way?" "I was coming to that," said Mr. Thomson: "Fate has put it in my power to honour your arrival with something really original by way of dessert. A mystery." "A mystery?" I repeated. "Yes," said his friend, "a mystery. It may prove to be nothing, and it may prove to be a great deal. But in the meanwhile it is truly mysterious, no eye having looked on it for near a hundred years; it is highly genteel, for it treats of a titled family; and it ought to be melodramatic, for (according to the superscription) it is concerned with death." "I think I rarely heard a more obscure or a more promising annunciation," the other remarked. "But what is It?" "You remember my predecessor's, old Peter M'Brair's business?" "I remember him acutely; he could not look at me without a pang of reprobation, and he could not feel the pang without betraying it. He was to me a man of a great historical interest, but the interest was not returned." "Ah well, we go beyond him," said Mr. Thomson. "I daresay old Peter knew as little about this as I do. You see, I succeeded to a prodigious accumulation of old lawpapers and old tin boxes, some of them of Peter's hoarding, some of his father's, John, first of the dynasty, a great man in his day. Among other collections, were all the papers of the Durrisdeers." "The Durrisdeers!" cried I. "My dear fellow, these may be of the greatest interest. One of them was out in the '45; one had some strange passages with the devil you will find a note of it in Law's MEMORIALS, I think; and there was an unexplained tragedy, I know not what, much later, about a hundred years ago " "More than a hundred years ago," said Mr. Thomson. "In 1783." The Master of Ballantrae The Master of Ballantrae 2

"How do you know that? I mean some death." "Yes, the lamentable deaths of my Lord Durrisdeer and his brother, the Master of Ballantrae (attainted in the troubles)," said Mr. Thomson with something the tone of a man quoting. "Is that it?" "To say truth," said I, "I have only seen some dim reference to the things in memoirs; and heard some traditions dimmer still, through my uncle (whom I think you knew). My uncle lived when he was a boy in the neighbourhood of St. Bride's; he has often told me of the avenue closed up and grown over with grass, the great gates never opened, the last lord and his old maid sister who lived in the back parts of the house, a quiet, plain, poor, humdrum couple it would seem but pathetic too, as the last of that stirring and brave house and, to the country folk, faintly terrible from some deformed traditions." "Yes," said Mr. Thomson. "Henry Graeme Durie, the last lord, died in 1820; his sister, the honourable Miss Katherine Durie, in '27; so much I know; and by what I have been going over the last few days, they were what you say, decent, quiet people and not rich. To say truth, it was a letter of my lord's that put me on the search for the packet we are going to open this evening. Some papers could not be found; and he wrote to Jack M'Brair suggesting they might be among those sealed up by a Mr. Mackellar. M'Brair answered, that the papers in question were all in Mackellar's own hand, all (as the writer understood) of a purely narrative character; and besides, said he, 'I am bound not to open them before the year 1889.' You may fancy if these words struck me: I instituted a hunt through all the M'Brair repositories; and at last hit upon that packet which (if you have had enough wine) I propose to show you at once." In the smokingroom, to which my host now led me, was a packet, fastened with many seals and enclosed in a single sheet of strong paper thus endorsed: Papers relating to the lives and lamentable deaths of the late Lord Durisdeer, and his elder brother James, commonly called Master of Ballantrae, attainted in the troubles: entrusted into the hands of John M'Brair in the Lawnmarket of Edinburgh, W.S.; this 20th day of September Anno Domini 1789; by him to be kept secret until the revolution of one hundred years complete, or until the 20th day of September 1889: the same compiled and written by me, EPHRAIM MACKELLAR, For near forty years Land Steward on the estates of his Lordship. As Mr. Thomson is a married man, I will not say what hour had struck when we laid down the last of the following pages; but I will give a few words of what ensued. "Here," said Mr. Thomson, "is a novel ready to your hand: all you have to do is to work up the scenery, develop the characters, and improve the style." "My dear fellow," said I, "they are just the three things that I would rather die than set my hand to. It shall be published as it stands." "But it's so bald," objected Mr. Thomson. "I believe there is nothing so noble as baldness," replied I, "and I am sure there in nothing so interesting. I would have all literature bald, and all authors (if you like) but one." "Well, well," add Mr. Thomson, "we shall see." The Master of Ballantrae The Master of Ballantrae 3