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Treasure Island
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
the
time
when
when
my
my
father
father
kept
kept
the
the
Admiral
Admiral
Benbow
Benbow
inn
inn
and
and
the
the
brown
brown
old
old
seaman
seaman
with
with
the
the
sabre
cut
cut
first
first
took
up
up
his
his
lodging
lodging
under
under
our
our
roof
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
Then
he
he
rapped
rapped
on
on
the
the
door
door
with
with
a
a
bit
bit
of
of
stick
stick
like
like
a
a
handspike
handspike
that
that
he
he
carried
carried
,
,
and
when
my
my
father
father
appeared
appeared
,
called
called
roughly
roughly
for
for
a
glass
glass
of
of
rum
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
This
is
is
a
a
handy
handy
cove
cove
,
,
"
"
says
says
he
he
at
at
length
length
;
;
"
"
and
and
a
a
pleasant
pleasant
sittyated
sittyated
grog-shop
grog-shop
.
.
Much
company
,
mate
?
"
My
father
told
him
no
,
very
little
company
,
the
more
was
the
pity
.
"
Well
Well
,
,
then
then
,
,
"
"
said
said
he
he
,
,
"
"
this
this
is
is
the
the
berth
berth
for
for
me
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
was
a
a
very
very
silent
man
man
by
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
he
would
would
not
not
speak
speak
when
when
spoken
spoken
to
to
,
,
only
only
look
look
up
up
sudden
sudden
and
and
fierce
fierce
and
and
blow
blow
through
through
his
his
nose
nose
like
like
a
a
fog-horn
;
and
we
we
and
and
the
the
people
people
who
who
came
came
about
about
our
our
house
house
soon
soon
learned
learned
to
to
let
him
him
be
be
.
.
