And now look here--this is next day--and three chapters are written and read. (Chapter I. The Old Sea-dog at the "Admiral Benbow." Chapter II. Black Dog appears and disappears. Chapter III. The Black Spot.) All now heard by Lloyd, F., and my father and mother, with high approval. It's quite silly and horrid fun, and what I want is the _best_ book about the Buccaneers that can be had--the latter B's above all, Blackbeard and sich, and get Nutt or Bain to send it skimming by the fastest post. And now I know you'll write to me, for _The Sea Cook's_ sake. Your Admiral Guinea is curiously near my line, but of course I'm fooling; and your Admiral sounds like a shublime gent, Stick to him like wax--he'll do. My Trelawney is, as I indicate, several thousand sea-miles off the lie of the original or your Admiral Guinea; and besides, I have no more about him yet but one mention of his name, and I think it likely he may turn yet farther from the model in the course of handling. A chapter a day I mean to do; they are short; and perhaps in a month _The Sea Cook_ may to Routledge go, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! My Trelawney has a strong dash of Landor, as I see him from here. No women in the story, Lloyd's orders; and who so blithe to obey? It's awful fun boys' stories; you just indulge the pleasure of your heart, that's all; no trouble, no strain. The only stiff thing is to get it ended--that I don't see, but I look to a volcano. O sweet, O generous, O human toils. You would like my blind beggar in Chapter III. I believe; no writing, just drive along as the words come and the pen will scratch! R. L. S. Author of Boys' Stories. TO DR. ALEXANDER JAPP This correspondent had paid his visit as proposed, discussed the Thoreau differences, listened delightedly to the first chapters of _Treasure Island_, and proposed to offer the story for publication to his friend Mr. Henderson, proprietor and editor of Young Folks. [_Braemar, September 1881._] MY DEAR DR. JAPP,--My father has gone, but I think I may take it upon me to ask you to keep the book. Of all things you could do to endear yourself to me, you have done the best, for my father and you have taken a fancy to each other. I do not know how to thank you for all your kind trouble in the matter of _The Sea Cook_, but I am not unmindful. My health is still poorly, and I have added intercostal rheumatism--a new attraction--which sewed me up nearly double for two days, and still gives me a list to starboard--let us be ever nautical! I do not think with the start I have there will be any difficulty in letting Mr. Henderson go ahead whenever he likes. I will write my story up to its legitimate conclusion; and then we shall be in a position to judge whether a sequel would be desirable, and I would then myself know better about its practicability from the story-teller's point of view.--Yours ever very sincerely, R. L. STEVENSON. TO W. E. HENLEY