TO DR. SCOTT

_Apia_, _Samoa_, _January_ 20_th_, 1890.

MY DEAR SCOTT,—Shameful indeed that you should not have heard of me

before! I have now been some twenty months in the South Seas, and am (up

to date) a person whom you would scarce know. I think nothing of long

walks and rides: I was four hours and a half gone the other day, partly

riding, partly climbing up a steep ravine. I have stood a six months’

voyage on a copra schooner with about three months ashore on coral

atolls, which means (except for cocoanuts to drink) no change whatever

from ship’s food. My wife suffered badly—it was too rough a business

altogether—Lloyd suffered—and, in short, I was the only one of the party

who ‘kept my end up.’

I am so pleased with this climate that I have decided to settle; have

even purchased a piece of land from three to four hundred acres, I know

not which till the survey is completed, and shall only return next summer

to wind up my affairs in England; thenceforth I mean to be a subject of

the High Commissioner.

Now you would have gone longer yet without news of your truant patient,

but that I have a medical discovery to communicate. I find I can (almost

immediately) fight off a cold with liquid extract of coca; two or (if

obstinate) three teaspoonfuls in the day for a variable period of from

one to five days sees the cold generally to the door. I find it at once

produces a glow, stops rigour, and though it makes one very

uncomfortable, prevents the advance of the disease. Hearing of this

influenza, it occurred to me that this might prove remedial; and perhaps

a stronger exhibition—injections of cocaine, for instance—still better.

If on my return I find myself let in for this epidemic, which seems

highly calculated to nip me in the bud, I shall feel very much inclined

to make the experiment. See what a gulf you may save me from if you

shall have previously made it on _anima vili_, on some less important

sufferer, and shall have found it worse than useless.

How is Miss Boodle and her family? Greeting to your brother and all

friends in Bournemouth, yours very sincerely,

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