Stevenson's Shrine: The Record of a Pilgrimage

Vailima is only about three miles from Apia, but the road ascends the whole way, and in this land "where it is always afternoon" one does not care for much exertion; so a carria...

We entered the land-locked harbour of Vavau in all the glory of a moon scarcely past the full. And what a contrast to the islands from which we had just parted! On every side of...

I, a lover of the man, personally unknown to me, save through the potency of his pen, journeyed across the world in order to visit his grave, and to get into direct touch with h...

The object of my journey was attained. Samoa, with its mist-swept mountains, its sun-lit waterfalls, its gleaming "etherial musky highlands," lay behind me, dim as a dream, a pi...