Stevenson wrote this tale of the islands in 1891 and it appeared in Samoan before being published in English.
The story is one of want and envy. Although it ends happily, the narrator comes perilously close to living eternally with the devil--all for his envy. There is poetry in this prose, love, and of course magic.
The tale opens as Keawe the Great--a poor, brave, mariner, a reader and writer, shipped on a vessel to San Francisco where he saw a house "smaller than some others, but all finished and beautified like a toy." Its steps shone like silver, the borders of its gardens bloomed like garlands and the windows shone like diamonds. Keawe could see the man who lived there "like a fish in a pool upon the reef."
Of course the owner's life was perfect in every respect, except that he owned a magic bottle which must be sold for less than he bought it, or else in death he would be condemned to hell. He was ill, and therefore desperate to sell the bottle. Keawe bought it.
Small children may not appreciate this story, which seems best suited for independent or sophisticated readers of 11 and up.
But the tale (beautifully illustrated) is as much a treasure as Stevenson's most famous classic, Treasure Island.
--- Alyssa A. Lappen