When we find a book that interests us, it is natural for us to wish to learn about the author. If he lives near us, we wish to see him; if not, we read about him. Now Stevenson wrote many stories and essays that are interesting to older people as well as to younger, although many of them were written especially for boys and girls. More than this, his remarkable life is as interesting as his stories.
A sickly boy, he often had to lie in bed while others played, but he had a happy boyhood nevertheless, for he lived in a world created by his imagination. He never tired of listening to the tales told and read to him by his mother and his nurse. He was able to go to school very little and never for very long at a time, yet he was a highly educated man, for he had a quick mind and was untiring in his study of the subjects that he liked. He was born in Scotland and lived in England, France, Switzerland, America, and the Islands of the Pacific, and he died in far-off Samoa. He had an unusual power of making friends and made them freely in every place where he lived. The devotion of native chiefs to him in the islands of the South Seas was beautiful to see. Is it any wonder that a man who had such power for making friends and who had such wonderful experiences of travel should have been able to interest boys and girls and men and women in his wonderful tales?
Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, November 13, 1850. His father, Thomas Stevenson, was a lighthouse engineer, as had been his father and his grandfather. His mother was the daughter of a clergyman in Colinton, near Edinburgh. Her health made it necessary to