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Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

TREASURE ISLAND

To S.L.O., an American gentleman in accordance with whose classic taste the following narrative has been designed, it is now, in return for numerous delightful hours, and with the kindest wishes, dedicated by his affectionate friend, the author.

TO THE HESITATING PURCHASER

If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons, And buccaneers, and buried gold, And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of today:

--So be it, and fall on! If not, If studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites forgot, Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper of the wood and wave: So be it, also! And may I And all my pirates share the grave Where these and their creations lie!

CONTENTS

PART ONE The Old Buccaneer

1. THE OLD SEA-DOG AT THE ADMIRAL BENBOW 11 2. BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS . . . . 17 3. THE BLACK SPOT . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24 4. THE SEA-CHEST . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30 5. THE LAST OF THE BLIND MAN . . . . . . . 36 6. THE CAPTAIN'S PAPERS . . . . . . . . . . 41

PART TWO The Sea Cook

7. I GO TO BRISTOL . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 8. AT THE SIGN OF THE SPY-GLASS . . . . . . 54 9. POWDER AND ARMS . . . . . . . . . . . . 59 10. THE VOYAGE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 64 11. WHAT I HEARD IN THE APPLE BARREL . . . . 70 12. COUNCIL OF WAR . . . . . . . . . . . . . 76

PART THREE My Shore Adventure

13. HOW MY SHORE ADVENTURE BEGAN . . . . . . 82 14. THE FIRST BLOW . . . . . . . . . . . . . 87 15. THE MAN OF THE ISLAND. . . . . . . . . . 93

PART FOUR The Stockade

16. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE DOCTOR: HOW THE SHIP WAS ABANDONED . . . . . . 100 17. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE DOCTOR: THE JOLLY-BOAT'S LAST TRIP . . . . . . 105 18. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE DOCTOR: END OF THE FIRST DAY'S FIGHTING . . . 109 19. NARRATIVE RESUMED BY JIM HAWKINS: THE GARRISON IN THE STOCKADE . . . . . 114 20. SILVER'S EMBASSY . . . . . . . . . . . . 120 21. THE ATTACK . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 125

PART FIVE My Sea Adventure

22. HOW MY SEA ADVENTURE BEGAN . . . . . . . 132 23. THE EBB-TIDE RUNS . . . . . . . . . . . 138 24. THE CRUISE OF THE CORACLE . . . . . . . 143 25. I STRIKE THE JOLLY ROGER . . . . . . . . 148 26. ISRAEL HANDS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 153 27. "PIECES OF EIGHT" . . . . . . . . . . . 161

PART SIX Captain Silver

28. IN THE ENEMY'S CAMP . . . . . . . . . . 168 29. THE BLACK SPOT AGAIN . . . . . . . . . . 176 30. ON PAROLE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 182 31. THE TREASURE-HUNT--FLINT'S POINTER . . . 189 32. THE TREASURE-HUNT--THE VOICE AMONG THE TREES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 195 33. THE FALL OF A CHIEFTAIN . . . . . . . . 201 34. AND LAST . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 207

TREASURE ISLAND

PART ONE

The Old Buccaneer

1

The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow

SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17__ and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof.

I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow--a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cover and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:

"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-- Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.

"This is a handy cove," says he at length; "and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?"

My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity.

"Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit," he continued. "I'm a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up there for to watch ships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, I see what you're at-- there"; and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. "You can tell me when I've worked through that," says he, looking as fierce as a commander.

And indeed bad as his clothes were and coarsely as he spoke, he had none of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast, but seemed like a mate or skipper accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with the barrow told us the mail had set him down the morning before at the Royal George, that he had inquired what inns there were along the coast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose, and described as lonely, had chosen it from the others for his place of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest.

He was a very silent man by custom. All day he hung round the cove or upon the cliffs with a brass telescope; all evening he sat in a corner of the parlour next the fire and drank rum and water very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken to, only look up sudden and fierce and blow through his nose like a fog-horn; and we and the people who came about our house soon learned to let him be. Every day when he came back from his stroll he would ask if any


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