Robert Louis Stevenson: Champion of Liberty


Mr. Stevenson is a freelance author from Fullerton, California.

"At the sight that met my eyes, my blood was changed into something exquisitely thin and icy. Yes, I had gone to bed Henry Jekyll, I had awakened Edward Hyde." Litera­ture buffs instantly recognize who wrote these words: Robert Louis Stevenson, one of the all time great Champions of Liberty. "Super storyteller, I’ll agree; but, Champion of Liberty?" you wonder. Precisely! For this beloved author of Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and other master­pieces also penned the following:

'No man can settle another’s life for him. It is the test of the nature and courage of each that he shall decide it for himself.’

In fact, Robert Louis Stevenson’s writings are replete with such say­ings extolling the virtues of self-responsibility. That this is so be­comes understandable when we study RLS’s life, a tale more inspira­tional than any he wrote.

Robert Louis Stevenson was born November 13, 1850 in Edinburgh, Scotland to Margaret and Thomas Stevenson. Louis, as his parents called him, was Margaret and Thomas’s only child. As a youngster, Louis suffered from one serious ill­ness after another—bronchitis, gas­tric fever; and so on. The times he hovered near death were innumera­ble. But the boy held on; two major factors were responsible for this. First, Thomas Stevenson was a suc­cessful, engineer who could afford the best medical care for his son. Second, Louis’s extraordinary nurse, Cummy, constantly lavished the child with love and attention.

Cummy’s impact on Stevenson’s life cannot be overemphasized. She kept Louis’s mind off his misery, the dreariness of lying in bed day in and day out, by continually reading to him. Nowadays RLS’s nurse might have turned on the TV, and consid­ered her job done. But, would Stevenson—without Cummy—have developed into the remarkable writ­er he later became?

Because of his poor health, which plagued him most of his life, Louis didn’t enter school until he was seven years old. The school was a private school, kept by a Mr. Hen­derson. As for Louis, he didn’t know yet how to read! It’s easy to imagine how current day educationalists would respond to Stevenson’s case: they’d immediately throw him in a special audiovisual class for slow learners (a program massively funded by the federal government, of course), while at the same time prosecuting his parents under the truancy law for "gross neglect" and "intentional withholding" of their son from the public school system.

Fortunately, Stevenson grew up in a more humane environment. Whenever the family was away from Edinburgh on vacation, or Louis was too sick to attend school, Margaret and Thomas brought in tutors to help instruct their son. As a result, the boy’s "reading disability" soon disappeared; in fact, he became an over reader! How come the big turn­around? The answer clearly rests in the educational philosophy Stevenson’s parents put into prac­tice. Margaret and Thomas always had Louis enrolled in private schools or learning from tutors. One tutor, described by RLS’s mother as "a disappointment," either resigned or was dismissed—it’s unclear which. Still, the incident illustrates the flexibility contained in a system that places primary responsibility for the child’s education in the par­ents’ hands. The child learns at an optimum pace; and parental pride, manifested in the form of loving prodding and careful selection of school and instructor, generally en­sures that the pace is brisk.

As Louis grew older, literature increasingly became a passion with him. He sometimes skipped classes so he could walk through town or the countryside and write down his impressions. On his own Stevenson struggled to master his eventual trade. He realized there were no shortcuts to attaining excellence. The old farmer Gottesheim, in Prince Otto, reflects this belief of Stevenson:

"I have been fifty years upon this River Farm, and wrought in it, day in, day out; I have ploughed and sowed and reaped, and risen early, and waked late; and this is the upshot: that all these years it has supported me and my family; and been the best friend that ever I had, set aside my wife; and now, when my time comes, I leave it a better farm than when I found it. So it is, if a man works hearty in the order of nature, he gets bread and he receives comfort, and what­ever he touches breeds."2

Interestingly, Stevenson’s father did not consider writing to be a suit­able occupation for his son. Thomas tried to interest Louis in becoming an engineer like himself; when that failed, he made his son attend law school. RLS passed the bar, but he cared nothing for a career as a lawyer. A writer, young Stevenson proclaimed, he would be!

This decision, made at age 24, did not go over well with Thomas. Even so, Louis’s parents aided him in his attempt to make a name for himself as a writer; however, the financial support was hardly generous. Com­pared to the welfare benefits our present government would bestow on Stevenson, it rated a pittance. But, the "budget plan" financial backing RLS received from his folks was one of the best things that hap­pened to him. It made him strive all the harder to perfect his art and produce a best seller; for Louis was accountable to people he loved. As he wrote in his essay entitled "Beg­gars":

We should wipe two words from our vocabulary: gratitude and charity. In real life, help is given out of friendship, or it is not valued; it is received from the hand of friendship, or it is resented.³

Stevenson obviously felt obligated to turn his parents’ assistance into a winning investment. He wrote to his mother:

Money.—I am much obliged. That makes £180 now. This money irks me, one feels it more than when living at home. I think of all this money wasted in keeping up a structure that may never be worth it—all this good money sent after bad.4

One wonders how many similar letters of gratitude the local Welfare Office has ever received. Stevenson’s best sellers were still a few years away, but he did manage to get many of his early works published. This meant he required less and less support from his parents. RLS’s first published book was An Inland Voy­age, written when he was 26. In it he firmly contended that one, over the long run, could not get something for nothing:

There is nothing but tit for tat in this world, though sometimes it be a little difficult to trace: for the scores are older than we ourselves, and there has never yet been a settling day since things were. You get entertainment pretty much in proportion as you give.5

In 1879 when he was 29 Steven­son crossed the Atlantic and the United States to marry Fanny Van de Grift Osbourn. His travel mates during the trip happened to be emigrants whose Socialist bent and poor grasp of reality Stevenson thought little of. He recorded the emigrants’ simplistic opinions in his book The Amateur Emigrant:

At bottom, as it seems to me, there is but one question in modern home poli­tics, though it appears in many shapes, and that is the question of money; and but one political remedy, that the people should grow wiser and better. My work­men fellow passengers were as impa­tient and dull of hearing on the second of these points as any member of Parlia­ment; but they had some glimmerings of the first. They would not hear of im­provement on their part, but wished the world made over again in a crack, so that they might remain improvident and idle and debauched, and yet enjoy the com­fort and respect that should accompany the opposite virtues; and it was in this expectation, as far as I could see, that many of them were now on their way to America. But on the point of money they saw clearly enough that inland politics, as far as they were concerned, were re­ducible to the question of annual income; a question which should long ago have been settled by a revolution, they did not know how, and which they were about to settle for themselves, once more they knew not how, by crossing the Atlantic in a steamship of considerable tonnage.6

Lasting Improvements

Unfortunately, we still see this same muddle headedness today in our Congressmen and much of the public. As they say, what else is new? For clearly, the lesson man­kind most frequently forgets is this: the only valuable and long lasting improvements are those which are made for the individual by the indi­vidual himself. Stevenson lived by this code, and devoted more than his fair share of time trying to impress it on others. He believed one of the lowest levels of moral degradation was that of an otherwise healthy person living off the labors of another.

Fanny Stevenson noted of her husband: "While he could see no royal road for others, the path for himself showed plainly enough be­fore him, and it was his duty to swerve neither to the right nor the left. He believed he had no rights, only undeserved indulgences. He must not eat unearned bread, but must pay the world, in some fashion, for what it gave him—first, mate­rially, then in kindness, sympathy, and love."

As RLS observed in his essay, "Letter to a Young Gentleman":

To give the public what they do not want, and yet to be supported: we have there a strange pretension, and yet not uncommon, above all with painters. The first duty in this world is for a man to pay his way; when that is quite ac­complished, he may plunge into what eccentricity he likes; but emphatically not till then. Till then, he must pay assiduous court to the bourgeois who carries the purse. And if in the course of these capitulations he shall falsify his talent, it can never have been a strong one, and he will have preserved a better thing than talent—character.’

In 1883 Stevenson completed Treasure Island. The public instantly fell in love with the story, and Louis had finally made his mark. Publishers vied for his works. RLS’s literary output from this point on provided all the income his fam­ily required; he no longer needed any financial support from his par­ents.

Personal Achievement

There are many reasons why Stevenson became the favorite au­thor of many. That his literary tal­ents were unsurpassable, and his works the product of genius, critics readily acknowledge. But, the main theme of his stories—the theme that through personal initiative and courage anyone can achieve his goal—seems to explain best why he captured the hearts of his readers. In Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and most of RLS’s other novels we see the elements of danger and adven­ture uppermost. The hero usually has to overcome several misfortunes and death defying experiences be­fore capturing the grand prize: trea­sure, a wife, wealthy estate, or the like. Jim Hunter in Treasure Island and David Balfour in Kidnapped both beat long odds on their own, albeit with a touch of luck here and there.

The year 1886 saw publication of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, one of Stevenson’s two best short stories. RLS wrote all 60,000 words of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in 6 days—and while seriously ill! During these 6 days, according to his wife, "he was suffering from con­tinual hemorrhages, and was hardly allowed to speak, his conversation usually being carried on by means of a slate and pencil." Yet, Steven­son, with incredible determination, produced a masterpiece.

One year later, in 1887, Stevenson’s essay "The Day After ToMorrow" was published. In it RLS denounces the Socialistic trends of his time, and speculates on what awaits future generations who put their faith in collectivism. The prophecies appearing in "The Day After ToMorrow" have come about so unerringly, Stevenson must be ranked alongside Tocqueville as one of the 19th Century’s most outstand­ing possessors of prevision. At one point Stevenson states:

Once eliminate the fear of starvation, once eliminate or bound the hope of riches, and we shall see plenty of skulk­ing and malingering. Society will then be something not wholly unlike a cotton plantation in the old days; with cheerful, careless, demoralised slaves, with elected overseers, and, instead of the planter, a chaotic popular assembly.8

The world we live in today could not be better described. In any occu­pation deadbeats now seem the rule rather than the exception. Save for the work force of a few bastions of free enterprise—notably Taiwan, Ja­pan, and Korea—modern day job-holders display proficiency and en­thusiasm for but one task: punching in and out the time card.

In another section of "The Day After ToMorrow" Stevenson issues a warning similar to that contained in Frederic Bastiat’s famous tract, "What Is Seen and What Is Not Seen":

The landlord has long shaken his head over the manufacturer; those who do business on land have lost all trust in the virtues of the shipowner; the profession­als look askance upon retail traders and have even started their cooperative stores to rum them; and from out the smoke wreaths of Birmingham a finger has begun to write upon the wall the condemnation of the landlord. Thus, piece by piece, do we condemn each other, and yet not perceive the conclu­sion, that our whole estate is somewhat damnable. Thus, piece by piece, each acting against his neighbor, each saw­ing away the branch on which some other interest is seated, do we apply in detail our Socialistic remedies, and yet not perceive that we are all laboring together to bring in Socialism at large. A tendency so stupid and so selfish is like to prove invincible; and if Socialism be at all a practicable rule of life, there is every chance that our grandchildren will see the day and taste the pleasures of exis­tence in something far liker an ant heap than any previous polity.9

"The Day After ToMorrow" forms one of the crown jewels of classical Libertarian thought. But, what in­spired Stevenson to write it? Some clue is found in RLS’s essay, "Crabbed Age and Youth," written when he was 25. In this essay Ste­venson admits that he had once been "a red-hot Socialist with a pan­acea of my own." But, he proclaimed he wasn’t ashamed of his past, for "if St. Paul had not been a very zealous Pharisee, he would have been a cold­er Christian." Stevenson concluded his discussion of why he changed from a Socialist into what he called a "Conservative" by stating:

I seem to see that my own scheme would not answer; and all the other schemes I ever heard propounded would depress some elements of goodness just as much as they encouraged others.’°

To the South Seas

Thomas Stevenson, who had been in declining health for years, died in 1887. Louis, to his own physical det­riment, had stayed in Scotland and England much of this time so he could be near his father. With Thomas’s death RLS no longer had to stay and endure the cold, damp British climate. A friend had sug­gested to Stevenson several years before that he move to the South Seas; the islands, the friend assured, would give him robustness and vi­tality. Louis finally acted on this wise counsel. After making many stops at various island groups, Stevenson and his family, in Oc­tober, 1890, made their home in Samoa on the island of Upolu.

True to his friend’s prediction, Stevenson’s health dramatically improved. His daily routine at Vai­lima (RLS’s estate) usually con­sisted of 10 hours devoted to liter­ary projects, which were sandwiched around garden work and lengthy discussions with the Samoan chiefs. On top of this, it was not unusual for Stevenson to write upwards of 30 letters a day.

Critics maintain RLS’s literary output during this period constitute his most maturely expressed and crafted works. Although it hardly seemed possible, Stevenson, now in his 40′s, was improving as a writer! With the creation of The Beach of Falesá, a short story unrivalled in suspense and characterization, RLS reached the summit of literary per­fection. In achieving this, however, Stevenson did not forget to promote his Individualist convictions. In one part of The Beach of Falesá he casti­gates those who cut corners in life:

They talk about looking for gold at the end of a rainbow; but if a man wants an employment that’ll last him till he dies, let him start out on the soft job hunt. There’s meat and drink in it too, and beer and skittles, for you never hear of them starving, and rarely see them sober; and as for steady sport, cock­fighting isn’t in the same county with it. ¹¹

Stevenson, in this quote, refers to the numerous beachcombers he had seen on his travels in the South Seas. These freeloaders had both fascinated and sickened him with their moral shallowness. Stevenson’s book, The EbbTide, is a fic­tionalized account of the beachcomb­ing scene; but, the major point RLS makes in The EbbTide—that the end of the line or rope eventually greets those who duck honest work—falls in the nonfiction cate­gory.

Political Activity

Stevenson, when he settled in Samoa, immediately immersed him­self in local politics. At the time the Germans, English, and Americans were wrestling with one another for control over Samoa. Stevenson’s loyalties, though, rested with the fourth faction—the natives! The white men, meanwhile, so bungled their home government’s plans to make Samoa into a colony, one didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Stevenson certainly must have done both; he also did everything in his power to assist the Samoans in their battle to retain their liberty.

For example, he gave liberal sums of money to the Samoan chiefs to help finance the resistance; he wrote letters to The Times exposing the Great Powers’ ludicrous machina­tions in Samoa; and finally, Tusitala (Teller of Tales), as the Samoans fondly called RLS, compiled all the grubby details into a book, A Foot­note to History. As often happen with people who vigorously ad­vance the doctrines of liberty and self determination, Stevenson found himself in hot water with the au­thorities. The High Commissioner in Fiji nearly charged him with sedi­tion; fortunately, the Home Office in London interposed, thereby letting Stevenson off the hook.

That Stevenson’s efforts on behalf of the Samoans were appreciated by them would be an understatement. In September, 1894 several chiefs were released from prison. These men did not at once return home; instead, they went straight to Vai­lima and began work on the road that led from Stevenson’s house to the public way. Tusitala had helped them when they were in prison, and this is how they wished to repay him. Stevenson was extremely moved by this gesture, for as he described it, "it is road making the most fruitful cause (after taxes) of all rebellions in Samoa."² He was well aware of the unpopularity of road making to Samoans.

In October the road was com­pleted, and Stevenson thanked the chiefs in the most stirring speech of his life. RLS was to die suddenly two months later on December 3, 1894 of a stroke, an event which occasioned tremendous grief in Samoa and around the world; but, his untimely departure is not the thing to re­member Stevenson by. Rather, we should recall his irrepressible spirit by pondering the ringing words the Teller of Tales delivered to the road workers.

And who is the true champion of Samoa? It is not the man who blackens his face, and cuts down trees, and kills pigs and wounded men. It is the man who makes roads, who plants food trees, who gathers harvests, and is a profitable ser­vant before the Lord, using and improv­ing that great talent that has been given him in trust. That is the brave soldier; that is the true champion; because all things in a country hang together like the links of the anchor cable, one by another: but the anchor itself is industry.¹³



‘Robert Louis Stevenson, "Letter to Trevor Haddon," The Works of R. L. Stevenson, Vol. 21 (New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1923), p. 123.

²lbid., Prince Otto, Vol. 5, p. 350.

³lbid., "Beggars," Vol. 12, p. 280.

*Ibid., "Letter to Mrs. Thomas Stevenson," Vol. 20, pp. 22425.

‘Ibid., An Inland Voyage, Vol. 1, p. 127. 8lbid., The Amateur Emigrant, Vol. 2, pp. 31213.

‘Ibid., "Letter to a Young Gentleman," Vol. 12, p. 352.

8lbid., "The Day After ToMorrow," Vol. 4, p. 459.

9Ibid., pp. 45354.

¹ºIbid., "Crabbed Age and Youth," Vol. 2, pp. 7071.

"Ibid., The Beach of Falesa, Vol. 15, p. 325. ²lbid., "Letter to Sidney Colvin," Vol. 23, p. 430.

³Ibid., "Address of R. L. Stevenson to the Chiefs on the Opening of the Road of Gratitude, October, 1894," Vol. 23, p. 475.


August 1978

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