DAVID BALFOUR Being Memoirs of his Adventures at home and Abroad THE SECOND PART: _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 _ILLUSTRATED_ NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1905 COPYRIGHT, 1893, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS * * * * * DEDICATION 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 reappearance 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 those ultimate islands. And I admire and bow my head before the romance of destiny. R.L.S. VAILIMA, UPOLU, SAMOA, 1902. * * * * * CONTENTS Part I _THE LORD ADVOCATE_