Chapter 4

XXI. THE VOYAGE INTO HOLLAND 203

XXII. HELVOETSLUYS 214

XXIII. TRAVELS IN HOLLAND 222

XXIV. FULL STORY OF A COPY OF HEINECCIUS 233

XXV. THE RETURN OF JAMES MORE 245

XXVI. THE THREESOME 252

XXVII. A TWOSOME 261

XXVIII. IN WHICH I AM LEFT ALONE 268

XXIX. WE MEET IN DUNKIRK 278

XXX. THE LETTER FROM THE SHIP 286

CONCLUSION 301

CATRIONA

BEING MEMOIRS OF THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF

DAVID BALFOUR

AT HOME AND ABROAD

IN WHICH ARE SET FORTH HIS MISFORTUNES ANENT THE APPIN MURDER, HIS TROUBLES WITH LORD ADVOCATE GRANT: CAPTIVITY ON THE BASS ROCK, JOURNEY INTO HOLLAND AND FRANCE, AND SINGULAR RELATIONS WITH JAMES MORE DRUMMOND OR MACGREGOR, A SON OF THE NOTORIOUS ROB ROY, AND HIS DAUGHTER CATRIONA: WRITTEN BY HIMSELF, AND NOW SET FORTH BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

_TO CHARLES BAXTER_

_WRITER TO THE SIGNET_

_My dear Charles,_

_It is the fate of sequels to disappoint those who have waited for them; and my David, having been left to kick his heels for more than a lustre in the British Linen Company's office, must expect his late re-appearance to be greeted with hoots, if not with missiles. Yet, when I remember the days of our explorations, I am not without hope. There should be left in our native city some seed of the elect; some long-legged, hot-headed youth must repeat to-day our dreams and wanderings of so many years ago; he will relish the pleasure, which should have been ours, to follow among named streets and numbered houses the country walks of David Balfour, to identify Dean, and Silvermills, and Broughton, and Hope Park, and Pilrig, and poor old Lochend--if it still be standing, and the Figgate Whins--if there be any of them left; or to push (on a long holiday) so far afield as Gillane or the Bass. So, perhaps, his eye shall be opened to behold the series of the generations, and he shall weigh with surprise his momentous and nugatory gift of life._

_You are still--as when first I saw, as when I last addressed you--in the venerable city which I must always think of as my home. And I have come so far; and the sights and thoughts of my youth pursue me; and I see like a vision the youth of my father, and of his father, and the whole stream of lives flowing down there far in the north, with the sound of laughter and tears, to cast me out in the end, as by a sudden freshet, on these ultimate islands. And I admire and bow my head before the romance of destiny._

_R. L. S._

_Vailima, Upolu,_

_Samoa, 1892._