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nne), my Cavalier's cousin, the unhappy Lions, and the idiotic Mr. Lacy; so if any erudite starts upon that track, you may choke him off. If you can find aught for me, or if you will but try, count on my undying gratitude. Lang's "Library" is very pleasant reading. My book _will_ reach you soon, for I write about it to-day.--Yours ever, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. TO SIDNEY COLVIN Work on a series of tales of terror, or, as he called them, "crawlers," planned in collaboration with his wife, soon superseded for the moment other literary interests in his mind. _Thrawn Janet_ and the _Body-Snatchers_ were the only two of the set completed under their original titles: _The Wreck of the Susanna_ contained, I think, the germ of _The Merry Men_. _Kinnaird Cottage, Pitlochry [June 1881]._ MY DEAR COLVIN,--_The Black Man and Other Tales._ The Black Man: I. Thrawn Janet. II. The Devil on Cramond Sands. The Shadow on the Bed. The Body-Snatchers. The Case Bottle. The King's Horn. The Actor's Wife. The Wreck of the Susanna. This is the new work on which I am engaged with Fanny; they are all supernatural. _Thrawn Janet_ is off to Stephen, but as it is all in Scotch he cannot take it, I know. It was _so good_, I could not help sending it. My health improves. We have a lovely spot here: a little green glen with a burn, a wonderful burn, gold and green and snow-white, singing loud and low in different steps of its career, now pouring over miniature crags, now fretting itself to death in a maze of rocky stairs and pots; never was so sweet a little river. Behind, great purple moorlands reaching to Ben Vrackie. Hunger lives here, alone with larks and sheep. Sweet spot, sweet spot. Write me a word about Bob's professoriate and Landor, and what you think of _The Black Man_. The tales are all ghastly. _Thrawn Janet_ frightened me to death. There will maybe be another--_The Dead Man's Letter_. I believe I shall recover; and I am, in this blessed hope, yours exuberantly, R. L. S. TO PROFESSOR AENEAS MACKAY This and the next four or five letters refer to the candidature of R. L. S. for the Edinburgh Chair. _Kinnaird Cottage, Pitlochry, Wednesday, June 21, 1881._ MY DEAR MACKAY,--What is this I hear?--that you are retiring from your chair. It is not, I hope, from ill-health? But if you are retiring, may I ask if you have promised y
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