But you see I have in hand:—

Say half done. 1. _The Wrecker_.

Lloyd’s copy half done, mine not 2. _The Pearl Fisher_ (a novel

touched. promised to the _Ledger_, and

which will form, when it comes in

book form, No. 2 of our _South

Sea Yarns_).

Not begun, but all material 3. _The War Volume_.

ready.

Ditto. 4. _The Big Travel Book_, which

includes the letters.

You know how they stand. 5. _The Ballads_.

_Excusez du peu_! And you see what madness it would be to make any fresh

engagement. At the same time, you have _The Wrecker_ and the _War

Volume_, if you like either—or both—to keep my name in the Magazine.

It begins to look as if I should not be able to get any more ballads done

this somewhile. I know the book would sell better if it were all

ballads; and yet I am growing half tempted to fill up with some other

verses. A good few are connected with my voyage, such as the ‘Home of

Tembinoka’ sent herewith, and would have a sort of slight affinity to the

_South Sea Ballads_. You might tell me how that strikes a stranger.

In all this, my real interest is with the travel volume, which ought to

be of a really extraordinary interest.

I am sending you ‘Tembinoka’ as he stands; but there are parts of him

that I hope to better, particularly in stanzas III. and II. I scarce

feel intelligent enough to try just now; and I thought at any rate you

had better see it, set it up if you think well, and let me have a proof;

so, at least, we shall get the bulk of it straight. I have spared you

Teñkoruti, Tenbaitake, Tembinatake, and other barbarous names, because I

thought the dentists in the States had work enough without my assistance;

but my chiefs name is TEMBINOKA, pronounced, according to the present

quite modern habit in the Gilberts, Tembinok’. Compare in the margin

Tengkorootch; a singular new trick, setting at defiance all South Sea

analogy, for nowhere else do they show even the ability, far less the

will, to end a word upon a consonant. Loia is Lloyd’s name, ship becomes

shipé, teapot, tipoté, etc. Our admirable friend Herman Melville, of

whom, since I could judge, I have thought more than ever, had no ear for

languages whatever: his Hapar tribe should be Hapaa, etc.

But this is of no interest to you: suffice it, you see how I am as usual

up to the neck in projects, and really all likely bairns this time. When

will this activity cease? Too soon for me, I dare to say.

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