: Robert Louis Stevenson
: The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol 12
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The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol 12 is a collection of works written by Robert Louis Stevenson. It is part of the Swanston Edition of Stevenson's works, which was published in the early 20th century. The collection likely includes a variety of Stevenson's writings, including fiction, poetry, and essays.

CHAPTER I


SUMMARY OF EVENTS DURING THE MASTER’S WANDERINGS

The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for, and public curiosity is sure to welcome. It so befell that I was intimately mingled with the last years and history of the house; and there does not live one man so able as myself to make these matters plain, or so desirous to narrate them faithfully. I knew the Master; on many secret steps of his career I have an authentic memoir in my hand; I sailed with him on his last voyage almost alone; I made one upon that winter’s journey of which so many tales have gone abroad; and I was there at the man’s death. As for my late Lord Durrisdeer, I served him and loved him near twenty years; and thought more of him the more I knew of him. Altogether, I think it not fit that so much evidence should perish; the truth is a debt I owe my lord’s memory; and I think my old years will flow more smoothly, and my white hair lie quieter on the pillow, when the debt is paid.

The Duries of Durrisdeer and Ballantrae were a strong family in the south-west from the days of David First. A rhyme still current in the countryside—

“Kittle folk are the Durrisdeers,

They ride wi’ ower mony spears”—

bears the mark of its antiquity; and the name appears in another, which common report attributes to Thomas of Ercildoune himself—I cannot say how truly, and which some have applied—I dare not say with how much justice—to the events of this narration:

“Twa Duries in Durrisdeer,

Ane to tie and ane to ride.

An ill day for the groom

And a waur day for the bride.”

Authentic history besides is filled with their exploits, which (to our modern eyes) seem not very commendable: and the family suffered its full share of those ups and downs to which the great houses of Scotland have been ever liable. But all these I pass over, to come to that memorable year 1745, when the foundations of this tragedy were laid.

At that time there dwelt a family of four persons in the house of Durrisdeer, near St. Bride’s, on the Solway shore; a chief hold of their race since the Reformation. My old lord, eighth of the name, was not old in years, but he suffered prematurely from the disabilities of age; his place was at the chimney side; there he sat read