V $ ** % : I 6o« <$> ■* £ %. ^ ^P<< *? ^ c?- ^ W . V V ^ ^ 9 Vo* c^ a #' o- ' A* F c> v v . * : ■^ . •^ > ' cP' 6 ^art V-MY ^A ADVEXTERE XXII. How my Sea Adyentcee began XXIII. The Ebb-Tide Runs XXIV. The Ckuisb of the Coracle . XXV. I Stiuke the Jolly Roger . XXVI. Isbabl Hands. XXVII. "Pieces of Eight" 175 184 191 199 206 218 $Kt VI.-CAPTAIN SILVER. XXVIIL In the Enemy's Camp • • ' XXIX. The Black Spot Again . XXX On Parole . • ■ ' ' XXxY The Treasvre Hvst-Ee.nts1oi.ter. • xxxi. ihi. AM0SG THE XXXII. The Tkeasvee Htwt-IHB Trees . XXXIII. The E.vll of a Chieftain . . ■ • ■ XXXIV. And Last - • 227 238 247 257 267 276 285 Treasure Island. Part I. THE OLD BUCCANEER. CHAPTER I. THE OLD SEA DOG AT THE "ADMIRAL BENBOW." ! Squire Tkela^ey, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the wh e to th end, kee pi ng nothing- back but tLe £* f ot t r d ;'?, ouly bocause *« is ** z£ not yet hfted, I take up my pen in the of ^ TREASURE ISLAND. -K • • - over and put down, and sent shivering to their beds ; but I really believe his presence did us good. People were frightened at the time,, but on looking back they rather liked it ; it was a fine excitement in a quiet country life; and there was even a party of the younger men who pretended to admire him, calling him a " true sea-dog/' and a " real old salt/' and such like names, and saying there was the sort of man that made England terrible at sea. In one way, indeed, he bade fair to ruin us ; for he kept on staying week after week, and at last month after month, so that all the money had been long exhausted, and still my father never plucked up the heart to insist on having more. If ever he men- tioned it, the captain blew through his nose so loudly, that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hands after such a rebuff, and I am sure the annoy- ance and the tenor he lived in must have greatly hastened his early and unhappy death. All the time he lived with us the captain made no change whatever in his dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker. One of the cocks of his hat having fallen down, he let it hang from that day forth, though it was a great annoyance when it blew. I remember the appearance of his coat, which he patched himself up-stairs in his room, and which, before the end, was nothing but patches. He never wrote or received a letter, and he never spoke with any but the neigh- THE OLD SEA DOG AT THE bours, and with these, for the most part, only when drunk on rum. The great sea-chest none of us had ever seen open. He was only once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off. Dr. Livesey came late one afternoon to see the patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and went into the parlour to smoke a pipe until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old " Benbow. - " I followed him in, and I remember observing the contrast the neat, bright doctor, with his powder as white as snow, and his bright, black eyes and pleasant manners, made with the coltish country folk, and above all, with that filthy, heavy, bleared scarecrow of a pirate of ours, sitting far gone in rum, with his arms on the table. Suddenly he — the captain, that is — began to pipe up his eternal song : — " Fifteen men on the dead man's chest — Yo-ho-ho, and a hottle of rum ! Drink and the devil had done for the rest— Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum ! " At first I had supposed " the dead man's chest M to be that identical big box of his up-stairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the one-legged seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song ; it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed it 8 TREASURE ISLAND. did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment quite angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the rheumatics. In the meantime, the captain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at last napped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean— silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr Livesey's ; he went on as before, speaking clear and kind, and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him for a while, napped his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous, low oath : " Silence, there, between decks ! "