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Title: The Translation of a Savage, Complete

Author: Gilbert Parker

Last Updated: March 12, 2009
Release Date: October 18, 2006 [EBook #6214]

Language: English

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THE TRANSLATION OF A SAVAGE, Complete

By Gilbert Parker

CONTENTS

Volume 1.
I. HIS GREAT MISTAKE
II. A DIFFICULT SITUATION
III. OUT OF THE NORTH
IV. IN THE NAME OF THE FAMILY
V. AN AWKWARD HALF-HOUR

Volume 2.
VI. THE PASSING OF THE YEARS
VII. A COURT-MARTIAL
VIII. TO EVERY MAN HIS HOUR

Volume 3.
IX. THE FAITH OF COMRADES
X. "THOU KNOWEST THE SECRETS OF OUR HEARTS"
XI. UPON THE HIGHWAY
XII. "THE CHASE OF THE YELLOW SWAN"
XIII. A LIVING POEM
XIV. ON THE EDGE OF A FUTURE
XV. THE END OF THE TRAIL

INTRODUCTION

The Translation of a Savage was written in the early autumn of 1893, at
Hampstead Heath, where for over twenty years I have gone, now and then,
when I wished to be in an atmosphere conducive to composition. Hampstead
is one of the parts of London which has as yet been scarcely invaded
by the lodging-house keeper. It is very difficult to get apartments at
Hampstead; it is essentially a residential place; and, like Chelsea, has
literary and artistic character all its own. I think I have seen more
people carrying books in their hands at Hampstead than in any other spot
in England; and there it was, perched above London, with eyes looking
towards the Atlantic over the leagues of land and the thousand leagues
of sea, that I wrote 'The Translation of a Savage'. It was written, as
it were, in one concentrated effort, a ceaseless writing. It was, in
effect, what the Daily Chronicle said of 'When Valmond Came to Pontiac',
a tour de force. It belonged to a genre which compelled me to dispose of
a thing in one continuous effort, or the impulse, impetus, and fulness
of movement was gone.