Here dwelt Robert Louis Stevenson during the winter 1887-1888 "I was walking in the verandah of a small house outside the hamlet of Saranac. It was winter; the night was very dark. The air clear and cold and sweet with purity of forests. For the making of a story here were fine conditions. "COME, SAID I TO MY ENGINE, LET US MAKE A TALE." The Genesis of Ballantrae. Here he wrote "The Master of Ballantrae", "A Christmas Sermon," "The Lantern Bearers", "Pulvis et Umbra," "Beggars" "Gentlemen", "A Chapter on Dreams.”