TO LESLIE STEPHEN.

HOTEL SANTA CATALINA,

LAS PALMAS,

GRAN CANARIA.

_5 Nov. 1898._

I am beginning Guy Fawkes's day by sitting in the verandah before

breakfast to write letters for a homeward-bound mail. Certainly it is

enjoyable here and I mean to get good out of a delightful climate.

Also I mean to convert your half promise of a visit into a whole, and

without going beyond the truth I can say that there is a good deal

here that should please you. At first sight I was repelled by the arid

desolation of the island. I suppose that I ought to have been prepared

for grasslessness, but somehow or another I was not. But then the

wilderness is broken by patches of wonderful green--the green of banana

fields. Wherever a little water can be induced to flow in artificial

channels there are all manner of beautiful things to be seen. I have

picked a date and mustered enough Spanish to buy me a pair of shoes

in the "city" of Las Palmas--a dirty city it is with strange smells;

but we are well outside of it. Between Las Palmas and its port there

is a little English colony. This hotel is so English that they give

me my bill in _£ s. d._ and my change in British ha'pence which have

seen better days. Indeed now I know where our coppers go to when they

have become too bad for use at home. Also the "library" of this hotel

seems a sort of hades to which the bad three-voller is sent after its

decease. But the proposition that all the worst books collect there is

(as you must be aware) not convertible into the proposition that only

bad books come there, and I see a copy of a certain _Life of Henry

Fawcett_ which you may have read. I laze away my time under verandahs

and in gardens--but am not wholly inactive. Sometimes when it is cool I

walk some miles and explore country that is well worth exploration. By

the time you come I shall be ready for an ascent of our central range

with you--it touches 6000 ft. I think, and by that time we shall be

having cooler weather. Yesterday we were breathless: to-day is cloudy

but would be September in England.

It is breakfast time and the porridge is good.

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