• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Half Title
 Advertising
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Front Matter
 Dedication
 List of Illustrations
 Table of Contents
 Part I: The old buccaneer
 Part II: The sea cook
 Part III: My shore adventure
 Part IV: The stockade
 Part V: My sea adventure
 Part VI: Captain Silver
 Advertising
 Back Cover
 Spine






Title: Treasure Island
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 Material Information
Title: Treasure Island
Physical Description: viii, 292, 12 p., 26 leaves of plates : ill., col. map ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848 ( Illustrator )
Cassell & Company ( Publisher )
Belle Sauvage Works ( Printer )
Publisher: Cassell and Company
Place of Publication: London ;
Paris ;
New York
Manufacturer: Cassell and Company ; Belle Sauvage Works
Publication Date: 1885
Edition: Illustrated ed.
 Subjects
Subject: Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Treasure troves -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Pirates -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Islands -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Avarice -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sailors -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Treasure Island (Imaginary place) -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dogs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sick -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Ship captains -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1885   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1885
Genre: Publishers' catalogues   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
France -- Paris
United States -- New York -- New York
 Notes
Citation/Reference: McKay, G.L. Stevenson library of Beinecke,
Statement of Responsibility: by Robert Louis Stevenson.
General Note: Illustrations by F.T. Merrill and others.
General Note: Added title page, engraved.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue precedes and follows text.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00054278
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002237845
notis - ALH8338
oclc - 01933744

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Half Title
        Page i
    Advertising
        Page ii
    Front Matter
        Plate
    Frontispiece
        Plate
    Title Page
        Page iii
    Front Matter
        Page iv
    Dedication
        Page v
    List of Illustrations
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Part I: The old buccaneer
        Chapter I: The old sea dog at the "Admiral Benbow"
            Page 1
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            Plate
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            Plate
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        Chapter II: Black dog appears and disappears
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        Chapter III: The black spot
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        Chapter IV: The sea chest
            Page 28
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        Chapter V: The last of the blind man
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        Chapter VI: The captain's papers
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    Part II: The sea cook
        Chapter VII: I go to Bristol
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        Chapter VIII: At the sign of the "spy-glass"
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        Chapter IX: Powder and arms
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        Chapter X: The voyage
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        Chapter XI: What I heard in the apple barrel
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        Chapter XII: Council of war
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            Plate
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    Part III: My shore adventure
        Chapter XIII: How I began my shore adventure
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        Chapter XIV: The first blow
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        Chapter XV: The man of the island
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            Plate
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    Part IV: The stockade
        Chapter XVI: Narrative continued by the doctor: How the ship was abandoned
            Page 128
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            Plate
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        Chapter XVII: Narrative continued by the doctor: The jolly-boat's last trip
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            Plate
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        Chapter XVIII: Narrative continued by the doctor: End of the first day's fighting
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            Plate
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        Chapter XIX: Narrative resumed by Jim Hawkins: The Garrison in the stockade
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        Chapter XX: Silver's embassy
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            Plate
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        Chapter XXI: The attack
            Page 166
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            Plate
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    Part V: My sea adventure
        Chapter XXII: How I began my sea adventure
            Page 175
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        Chapter XXIII: The ebb-tide runs
            Page 184
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        Chapter XXIV: The cruise of the coracle
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        Chapter XXV: I strike the jolly Roger
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        Chapter XXVI: Israel hands
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        Chapter XXVII: "Pieces of eight"
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    Part VI: Captain Silver
        Chapter XXVIII: In the enemy's camp
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        Chapter XXIX: The black spot again
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        Chapter XXX: On parole
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            Plate
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        Chapter XXXI: The treasure hunt - Flint's pointer
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            Plate
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        Chapter XXXII: The treasure hunt - the voice among the trees
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            Plate
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        Chapter XXXIII: The fall of a chieftain
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        Chapter XXXIV: And last
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    Advertising
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    Back Cover
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    Spine
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TRAVELS WITH A DONKEY.

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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 to-day:


-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 !






























S. L. 0.,

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,

hebtcatev

BY HIS AFFECTIONATE FRIEND,

THE AUTHOR






LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

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FACSIMILE OF CART OF TREASUTr. ISLAND Frontispiece
ILLUSTRATED TITLE PAGE.
"ALL DAY HE HUNG ROUND THE COVE, OR UPON TEE CLIFFS, WITH A BRASS
TELESCOPE" 3
"'IF YOU DO NOT PUT THAT KNIFE THIS INSTANT IN YOUR POCKET, I T OM1TSE
S YOU SHALL HANG AT TIE NEXT ASSIZES'" 8
< I SAW HIM PASS SOMETHING FROM THE HOLLOW OF TIIS HAND" .
STHE VERY TICKING OF THE CLOCK FILLED US WITI ALARMS" 2
DOWN WENT PEW, WITH A CRY THAT RANG HIGH INTO THE NIIIT" 41
"THE SQUIRE AND I WERE BOTH PEERING OVER HIS SHOULDER" 49
cLI SAID GOOD-BYE TO MOTHER AND THE COVE WHERE I HAD LIVED SINCE I
WAS BORN" 58
"'HERE, YOU SHIP'S BOY,' HE CRIED, 'OUT 0' THAT OFF WITH YOU TO TIlE
COOK AND GET SOME WORK" 76
'I GOT BODILY INTO THE APPLE BARREL" 64
'THEY KEPT THEIR EYES UPON MY FACE FROM FIRST TO LAST" 99
"HERE AND THERE I SAW SNAKES, AND ONE RAISED HIS HEAD FROM A
LEDGE OF ROCK AND HISSED AT AME".. 110
"THEN HE HESITATED AND HELD OUT HIS CLASPED HANDS IN
SUPPLICATION" 119
"IF ANY ONE OF YOU SIX MAKE A SIGNAL OF ANY DESCRIPTION, THAT MAN'S
DEAD 131
"THE SQUIRE RAISED HIS GUN, AND THE ROWING CEASED" 1:8
DEATH OF TOM REDRUTH 144
"THE TWO MEN SAT SILENTLY SMOKING FOR QUITE A WHILE" 163
I"I HAD NOT TIME TO BE AFRAID AND MISSING MY FOOT IN TIE SOFT
SAND, ROLLED HEADLONG DOWN THE SLOPE" 172
"I WALKED AFT UNTIL I REACHED THE MAINMAST. COME ABOARD, MR.
HANDS,' I SAID, IRONICALLY". .201
SI PUT THE HELM HARD UP, AND THE HISPAKIOLA SWUNG ROUND RAPIDLY 212
"'ONE MORE STEP, MR. HANDS, SAID I, AND I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS
OUT 216
"'0So, JIM,' SAID THE DOCTOR, SADLY, HERE YOU ARE'" 253
'"AT THE FOOT OF A PRETTY BIG PINE, AND INVOLVED IN A GREEN CHEEPER
S. A HUMAN SKELETON LAY" 20
"ON ONE OF THESE BOARDS I SAW, BRANDED WITH A HOT IRON, THE NAME
WALRUS". 275
' I WAS KEPT BUSY ALL DAY IN THE CAVE, PACKING THE MINTED MONEY
INTO BREAD-BAGS" 285















CONTENTS.




part I.-THE OLD BUCCANEER.
CHAPTER
PAGE
I. THE OLD SEA DOG AT THE "ADMIRAL BENBOW" 1
II. BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS 10
III. THE BLACK SPOT 19
IV. THE SEA CHEST 28
V. THE LAST OF THE BLIND MAN .37
VI. THE CAPTAIN'S PAPERS 45




Part II.-THE SEA COOK.
VII. I GO TO BRISTOL 54
VIII. AT THE SIGN OF THE "SPY-GLASS" 61
IX. POWDER AND ARMS 69
X. THE VOYAGE 77
XI. WHAT I HEARD IN THE APPLE BARREL 85
XII. CouNCIL OFWAR 94




Part III.-MY SHORE ADVENTURE.
XIII. How I BEGAN MY SHORE ADVENTURE 103
XIV. THE FIRST BLOW 110
XV. THE MAN OF THE ISLAND 118





Viii CONTENTS.


Cart IV.-THE STOCKADE.
CHAPTER PAGE
XVI. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE DOCTOR: How THE
SHIP WAS ABANDONED 128
XVII. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE DOCTOR: THE JOLLY
BOAT'S LAST TRIP 135
XVIII. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE DOCTOR: END OF
THE FIRST DAY'S FIGHTING 142
XIX. NARRATIVE RESUMED BY JIM HAWKINS : THE GARRI-
SON IN THE STOCKADE 149
XX. SILVER'S EMBASSY 158
XXI. THE ATTACK 166




Part V.-MY SEA ADVENTURE.

XXII. How I BEGAN MY SEA ADVENTURE. 175
XXIII. THE EBB-TIDE RNS 184
XXIV. THE CRUISE OF THE CORACLE. 191
XXV. I STRIKE THE JOLLY ROGER 199
XXVI. ISRAEL HANDS. 206
XXVII. "PIECES OF EIGHT 218




part VI.-CAPTAIN SILVER.

XXVIII. IN THE ENEMY'S CA 227
XXIX. THE BLACK SPOT AGAIN. 238
XXX. ON PAROLE 247
XXXI. THE TREASURE HVNT-FLINT'S POINTER. 257
XXXI. THE TREASURE HUNT-THE VOICE AMONG THE
TREES .267
XXXIII. THE FALL OF A CHIEFTAIN 276
XXXIV. AND LAST 286












TREASURE ISLAND.
*Q-+O---*

Part I.
THE OLD BUCCANEER.


CHAPTER I.
THE OLD SEA DOG AT THE C 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 shoulders of
his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred, with
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black, broken nails; and the sabre cut across one
cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking
round the cove 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.
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tell me when I've worked through that," says he, look-
ing 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
seafaring men had gone by along the road? At first
we thought it was the want of company of his own
kind that made him ask this question; but at last we
began to see he was desirous to avoid them. When a
seaman put up at the Admiral Benbow (as now and
then some did, making by the coast road for Bristol),
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4 TREASURE ISLAND.

before he entered the parlour; and he was always sure
to be as silent as a mouse when any such was present.
For me, at least, there was no secret about the matter ;
for I was, in a way, a sharer in his alarms. He had
taken me aside one day, and promised me a silver four-
penny on the first of every month if I would only keep
my "weather-eye open for a seafaring man with one
leg," and let him know the moment he appeared. Often
enough, when the first of the month came round, and I
applied to him for my wage, he would only blow through
his nose at me, and stare me down; but before the week
was out he was sure to think better of it, bring me my
fourpenny piece, and repeat his orders to look out for
"the seafaring man with one leg."
How that personage haunted my dreams, I need
scarcely tell you. On stormy nights, when the wind
shook the four corners of the house, and the surf roared
along the cove and up the cliffs, I would see him in
a thousand forms, and with a thousand diabolical ex-
pressions. Now the leg would be cut off at the knee,
now at the hip; now he was a monstrous kind of
a creature who had never had but the one leg, and
that in the middle of his body. To see him leap and
run and pursue me over hedge and ditch was the worst
of nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for
my monthly fourpenny piece, in the shape of these
abominable fancies.
But though I was so terrified by the idea of the
seafaring -man with one leg, I was far less afraid of





THE OLD SEA DOG AT THE "ADMIRAL BENBOW." 5

the captain himself than anybody else who knew him.
There were nights when he took a deal more rum and
water than his head would carry; and then he would
sometimes sit and sing his wicked, old, wild sea-songs,
minding nobody; but sometimes he would call for
glasses round, and force all the trembling company to
listen to his stories or bear a chorus to his singing.
Often I have heard the house shaking with Yo-ho-ho,
and a bottle of rum;" all the neighbours joining in
for dear life, with the fear of death upon them, and
each singing louder than the other, to avoid remark.
For in these fits he was the most over-riding companion
ever known; he would slap his hand on the table for
silence all round; he would fly up in a passion of anger
at a question, or sometimes because none was put, and
so he judged the company was not following his story.
Nor would he allow any one to leave the inn till he had
drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed.
His stories were what frightened people worst of
all. Dreadful stories they were; about hanging, and
walking the plank, and storms at sea, and the Dry
Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanish
Main. By his own account he must have lived his
life among some of the wickedest men that God ever
allowed upon the sea; and the language in which he
told these stories shocked our plain country people
almost as much as the crimes that he described. My
father was always saying the inn would be ruined, for
people would soon cease coming there to be tyrannised





6 TREASURE ISLAND.

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 terror 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 OLb SEA DOG AT THIE M ADMIRAL BENBOW." 7

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 bottle of rum 1
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum I"

At first I had supposed the dead man's chest" 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
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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
flapped 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, flapped his hand again, glared still harder, and at
last broke out with a villainous, low oath : Silence,
there, between decks!"
Were you addressing me, sir ? says the doctor; and
when the ruffian had told him, with another oath, that
this was so, I have only one thing to say to you, sir,"
replies the doctor, "that if you keep on drinking rum, the
world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!"
The old fellow's fury was awful. He sprang to his
feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasp-knife, and,
balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened
to pin the doctor to the wall.
The doctor never so much as moved. He spoke to
him, as before, over his shoulder, and in the same tone
of voice; rather high, so that all the room might hear,
but perfectly calm and steady :-
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Then followed a battle of looks between them; but
the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and
resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.
"And now, sir," continued the doctor, since I now
know there's such a fellow in my district, you may
count I'll have an eye upon you day and night. I'm
not a doctor only; I'm a magistrate; and if I catch a
breath of complaint against you, if it's only for a piece
of incivility like to-night's, I'll take effectual means to
have you hunted down and routed out of this. Let that
suffice."
Soon after Dr. Livesey's horse came to the door,
and he rode away; but the captain held his peace
that evening, and for many evenings to come.











CHAPTER II.

BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS.

IT was not very long after this that there occurred
the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last
of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his
affairs. It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard
frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the
first that my poor father was little likely to see the
spring. He sank daily, and my mother and I had
all the inn upon our hands; and were kept busy
enough, without paying much regard to our unpleasant
guest.
It was one January morning, very early-a pinching,
frosty morning-the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the
ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low
and only touching the hilltops and shining far to
seaward. The captain had risen earlier than usual,
and set out down the beach, his cutlass swinging
under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass
telescope under his arm, his hat tilted back upon his
head. I remember his breath hanging like smoke
in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound I
heard of him, as he turned the big rock, was a loud





BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS. 11

snort of indignation, as though his mind was still
running upon Dr. Livesey.
Well, mother was up-stairs with father; and I was
laying the breakfast-table against the captain's return,
when the parlour door opened, and a man stepped in on
whom I had never set my eyes before. He was a pale,
tallowy creature, wanting two fingers of the left hand;
and, though he wore a cutlass, he did not look much like
a fighter. I had always my eye open for seafaring men,
with one leg or two, and I remember this one puzzled
me. He was not sailorly, and yet he had a smack of
the sea about him too.
I asked him what was for his service, and he said he
would take rum; but as I was going out of the room to
fetch it he sat down upon a table, and motioned me to
draw near. I paused where I was with my napkin in
my hand.
"Come here, sonny," says he. "Come nearer here."
I took a step nearer.
"Is this here table for my mate, Bill?" he asked,
with a kind of leer.
I told him I did not know his mate Bill; and this
was for a person who stayed in our house, whom we
called the captain.
"Well," said. he, "my mate Bill would be called
the captain, as like as not. He has a cut on one cheek,
and a mighty pleasant way with him, particularly in
drink, has my mate, Bill. We'll put it, for argument
like, that your captain has a cut on one cheek-and





12 TREASURE ISLAND.

we'll put it, if you like, that that cheek's the right one.
Ah, well! I told you. Now, is my mate Bill in this
here house?"
I told him he was out walking.
"Which way, sonny? Which way is he gone?"
And when I had pointed out the rock and told him
how the captain was likely to return, and how soon, and
answered a few other questions, "Ah," said he, "this'll
be as good as drink to my mate Bill."
The expression of his face as he said these words was
not at all pleasant, and I had my own reasons for
thinking that the stranger was mistaken, even supposing
he meant what he said. But it was no affair of mine,
I thought; and, besides, it was difficult to know what
to do. The stranger kept hanging about just inside
the inn door, peering round the corner like a cat waiting
for a mouse. Once I stepped out myself into the road,
but he immediately called me back, and, as I did not
obey quick enough for his fancy, a most horrible change
came over his tallowy face, and he ordered me in, with
an oath that made me jump. As soon as I was back
again he returned to his former manner, half fawning,
half sneering, patted me on the shoulder, told me I was
a good boy, and he had taken quite a fancy to me.
"I have a son of my own," said he, "as like you as
two blocks, and he's all the pride of my 'art. But
the great thing for boys is discipline, sonny-discipline.
Now, if you had sailed along of Bill, you wouldn't have
stood there to be spoke to twice-not you. That was





BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS. 13

never Bill's way, nor the way of sich as sailed with
him. And here, sure enough, is my mate Bill, with
a spy-glass under his arm, bless his old 'art, to be
sure. You and me'll just go back into the parlour,
sonny, and get behind the door, and we'll give Bill
a little surprise-bless his 'art, I say again."
So saying, the stranger backed along with me into
the parlour, and put me behind him in the corner, so
that we were both hidden by the open door. I was
very uneasy and alarmed, as you may fancy, and it
rather added to my fears to observe that the stranger
was certainly frightened himself. He cleared the hilt
of his cutlass and loosened the blade in the sheath; and
all the time we were waiting there he kept swallowing
as if he felt what we used to call a lump in the throat.
At last in strode the captain, slammed the door
behind him, without looking to the right or left, and
marched straight across the room to where his break-
fast awaited him.
"Bill," said the stranger, in a voice that I thought
he had tried to make bold and big.
The captain spun round on his heel and fronted us;
all the brown had gone out of his face, and even his
nose was blue; he had the look of a man who sees a
ghost, or the evil one, or something worse, if anything
can be; and, upon my word, I felt sorry to see him, all
in a moment, turn so old and sick.
(' Come, Bill, you know me; you know an old ship-
mate, Bill, surely," said the stranger.




14 TREASURE ISLAND.

The captain made a sort of gasp.
Black Dog!" said he.
And who else ?" returned the other, getting more
at his ease. "Black Dog as ever was, come for to see
his old shipmate Billy, at the Admiral Benbow' inn.
Ah, Bill, Bill, we have seen a sight of times, us two,
since I lost them two talons," holding up his mutilated
hand.
Now, look here," said the captain; "you've run
me down; here I am; well, then, speak up: what is
it ?"
"That's you, Bill," returned Black Dog, "you're
in the right of it, Billy. I'll have a glass of rum
from this dear child here, as I've took such a liking
to; and we'll sit down, if you please, and talk square,
like old shipmates."
When I returned with the rum, they were already
seated on either side of the captain's breakfast table-
Black Dog next to the door, and sitting sideways, so
as to have one eye on his old shipmate, and one, as I
thought, on his retreat.
He bade me go, and leave the door wide open.
None of your keyholes for me, sonny," he said; and
I left them together, and retired into the bar.
For a long time, though I certainly did my best to
listen, I could hear nothing but a low gabbling; but
at last the voices began to grow higher, and I could
pick up a word or two, mostly oaths, from the captain.
"No, no, no, no; and an end of it he cried





BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS. 15

once. And again, If it comes to swinging, swing
all, say I."
Then all of a sudden there was a tremendous ex-
plosion of oaths and other noises-the chair and table
went over in a lump, a clash of steel followed, and
then a cry of pain, and the next instant I saw Black
Dog in full flight, and the captain hotly pursuing, both
with drawn cutlasses, and the former streaming blood
from the left shoulder. Just at the door, the captain
aimed at the fugitive one last tremendous cut, which
would certainly have split him to the chine had it not
been intercepted by our big signboard of Admiral
Benbow. You may see the notch on the lower side of
the frame to this day.
That blow was the last of the battle. Once out
upon the road, Black Dog, in spite of his wound, showed
a wonderful clean pair of heels, and disappeared over
the edge of the hill in half a minute. The captain,
for his part, stood staring at the signboard like a
bewildered man. Then he passed his hand over his
eyes several times, and at last turned back into the
house.
Jim," says he, "crum;" and as he spoke, he reeled
a little, and caught himself with one hand against the
wall.
"Are you hurt ? cried I.
"Rum," he repeated. "I must get away from
here. RumI rum 1"
I ran to fetch it; but I was quite unsteadied by all




16 TREASURE ISLAND.

that had fallen out, and I broke one glass and fouled the
tap, and while I was still getting in my own way, I
heard a loud fall in the parlour, and, running in, beheld
the captain lying full length upon the floor. At the
same instant my mother, alarmed by the cries and
fighting, came running down-stairs to help me. Be-
tween us we raised his head. He was breathing very
loud and hard; but his eyes were closed, and his face
a horrible colour.
Dear, deary me," cried my mother, "what a
disgrace upon the house I And your poor father
sick! "
In the meantime, we had no idea what to do to help
the captain, nor any other thought but that he had got
his death-hurt in the scuffle with the stranger. I got
the rum, to be sure, and tried to put it down his throat;
but his teeth were tightly shut, and his jaws as strong
as iron. It was a happy relief for us when the door
opened and Doctor Livesey came in, on his visit to my
father.
"Oh, doctor," we cried, "what shall we do?
Where is he wounded ?"
Wounded ? A fiddle-stick's end! "said the doctor.
"No more wounded than you or I. The man has had
a stroke, as I warned him. Now, Mrs. Hawkins, just
you run up-stairs to your husband, and tell him, if
possible, nothing about it. For my part, I must do my
best to save this fellow's trebly worthless life; and Jim
here will get me a basin."





BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS. 17

When I got back with the basin, the doctor had
already ripped up the captain's sleeve, and exposed his
great sinewy arm. It was tattooed in several places.
"Here's luck," A fair wind," and Billy Bones his
fancy," were very neatly and clearly executed on the
forearm; and up near the shoulder there was a sketch
of a gallows and a man hanging from it-done, as I
thought, with great spirit.
"Prophetic," said the doctor, touching this picture
with his finger. "And now, Master Billy Bones, if
that be your name, we'll have a look at the colour of
your blood. Jim," he said, "are you afraid of
blood ? "
No, sir," said I.
Well, then," said he, you hold the basin;" and
with that he took his lancet and opened a vein.
A great deal of blood was taken before the captain
opened his eyes and looked mistily about him. First he
recognized the doctor with an unmistakable frown;
then his glance fell upon me, and he looked relieved.
But suddenly his colour changed, and he tried to raise
himself, crying :-
Where's Black Dog ?"
"There is no Black Dog here," said the doctor,
"except what you have on your own back. You have
been drinking rum; you have had a stroke, precisely as
I told you; and I have just, very much against my own
will, dragged you headforemost out of the grave. Now,
Mr. Bones "
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18 TREASURE ISLAND.

That's not my name," he interrupted.
"Much I care," returned the doctor. It's the
name of a buccaneer of my acquaintance; and I call
you by it for the sake of shortness, and what I have to
say to you is this: one glass of rum won't kill you, but
if you take one you'll take another and another, and I
stake my wig if you don't break off short, you'll die-
do you understand that?-die, and go to your own
place, like the man in the Bible. Come, now, make an
effort. I'll help you to your bed for once."
Between us, with much trouble, we managed to hoist
him up-stairs, and laid him on his bed, where his head
fell back on the pillow, as if he were almost fainting.
Now, mind you," said the doctor, I clear my
conscience-the name of rum for you is death."
And with that he went off to see my father, taking
me with him by the arm.
This is nothing," he said, as soon as he had closed
the door. "I have drawn blood enough to keep him
quiet a while; he should lie for a week where he is-
that is the best thing for him and you; but another
stroke would settle him."












CHAPTER III.
THE BLACK SPOT.
ABOUT noon I stopped at the captain's door with some
cooling drinks and medicines. He was lying very
much as we had left him, only a little higher, and lie
seemed both weak and excited.
Jim," he said, you're the only one here that's
worth anything; and you know I've been always good
to you. Never a month but I've given you a silver
fourpenny for yourself. And now you see, mate, I'm
pretty low, and deserted by all; and Jim, you'll bring
me one noggin of rum, now, won't you, matey ?"
The doctor "- I began.
But he broke in cursing the doctor, in a feeble
voice, but heartily. "Doctors is all swabs," he said;
"and that doctor there, why, what do he know about
seafaring men? I been in places hot as pitch, and
mates dropping round with Yellow Jack, and the blessed
land a-heaving like the sea with earthquakes-what
do the doctor know of lands like that ?-and I
lived on rum, I tell you. It's been meat and drink,
and man and wife, to me; and if I'm not to have my
rum now I'm a poor old hulk on a lee shore, my
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20 TREASURE ISLAND.

blood '11 be on you, Jim, and that Doctor swab;"
and he ran on again for a while with curses. "Look,
Jim, how my fingers fidges," he continued, in the
pleading tone. "I can't keep 'em still, not I. I
haven't had a drop this blessed day. That doctor's a
fool, I tell you. If I don't have a drain o' rum,
Jim, I'll have the horrors; I seen some on 'em already.
I seen old Flint in the corner there, behind you; as
plain as print, I seen him; and if I get the horrors,
I'm a man that has lived rough, and I'll raise Cain.
Your doctor hisself said one glass wouldn't hurt me.
I'll give you a golden guinea for a noggin, Jim."
He was growing more and more excited, and this
alarmed me for my father, who was very low that day,
and needed quiet; besides, I was reassured by the
doctor's words, now quoted to me, and rather offended
by the offer of a bribe.
"I want none of your money," said I, "but what
you owe my father. I'll get you one glass, and no
more."
When I brought it to him, he seized it greedily, and
drank it out.
"Ay, ay," said he, "that's some better, sure
enough. And now, matey, did that doctor say how
long I was to lie here in this old berth ?"
"A week at least," said I.
"Thunder he cried. "A week! I can't do
that: they'd have the black spot on me by then. The
lubbers is going about to get the wind of me this





THE BLACK SPOT. 21

blessed moment; lubbers as couldn't keep what they
got, and want to nail what is another's. Is that sea-
manly behaviour, now, I want to know? But I'm a
saving soul. I never wasted good money of mine, nor
lost it neither; and I'll trick 'em again. I'm not afraid
on 'em. I'll shake out another reef, matey, and daddle
Jem again."
As he was thus speaking, he had risen from bed
with great difficulty, holding to my shoulder with a
grip that almost made me cry out, and moving his
legs like so much dead weight. His words, spirited
as they were in meaning, contrasted sadly with the
weakness of the voice in which they were uttered.
He paused when he had got into a sitting position on
the edge.
That doctor's done me," he murmured. C My ears
is singing. Lay me back."
Before I could do much to help him he had fallen
back again to his former place, where he lay for a
while silent.
"Jim," he said, at length, "you saw that seafaring
man to-day ? "
"Black Dog?" I asked.
"Ah! Black Dog," says he. "He's a bad 'un; but
there's worse that put him on. Now, if I can't get
away nohow, and they tip me the black spot, mind you,
it's my old sea-chest they're after; you get on a horse
-you can, can't you? Well, then, you get on a horse,
and go to-well, yes, I willl-to that eternal Doctor




22 TREASURE ISLAND.

swab, and tell him to pipe all hands-magistrates and
sich-and he'll lay 'em aboard at the 'Admiral Benbow'
-all old Flint's crew, man and boy, all on 'em that's
left. I was first mate, I was, old Flint's first mate,
and Im the on'y one as knows the place. He gave
it me to Savannah, when he lay a-dying, like as if I
was to now, you see. But you won't peach unless they
get the black spot on me, or unless you see that Black
Dog again, or a seafaring man with one leg, Jim-him
above all."
"But what is the black spot, Captain?" I asked.
"That's a summons, mate. I'll tell you if they get
that. But you keep your weather-eye open, Jim, and
I'll share with you equals, upon my honour."
He wandered a little longer, his voice growing
weaker; but soon after I had given him his medicine,
which he took like a child, with the remark, "If
ever a seaman wanted drugs, it's me," he fell at last
into a heavy, swoon-like sleep, in which I left him.
What I should have done had all gone well I do not
know. Probably I should have told the whole story
to the doctor; for I was in mortal fear lest the
captain should repent of his confessions and make an
end of me. But as things fell out, my poor father
died quite suddenly that evening, which put all other
matters on one side. Our natural distress, the visits
of the neighbours, the arranging of the funeral,
and all the work of the inn to be carried on in-the
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THE BLACK SPOT. 23

to think of the captain, far less to be afraid of
him.
He got down-stairs next morning, to be sure, and
had his meals as usual, though he ate little, and had
more, I am afraid, than his usual supply of rum, for
he helped himself out of the bar, scowling and blowing
through his nose, and no one dared to cross him. On
the night before the funeral he was as drunk as ever;
and it was shocking, in that house of mourning, to
hear him singing away at his ugly old sea-song; but,
weak as he was, we were all in the fear of death for
him, and the doctor was suddenly taken up with a case
many miles away, and was never near the house after
my father's death. I have said the captain was weak;
and indeed he seemed rather to grow weaker than regain
his strength. He clambered up and down-stairs, and
went from the parlour to the bar and back again, and
sometimes put his nose out of doors to smell the sea,
holding on to the walls as he went for support, and
breathing hard and fast like a man on a steep mountain.
He never particularly addressed me, and it is my belief
he had as good as forgotten his confidences; but his
temper was more flighty, and, allowing for his bodily
weakness, more violent than ever. He had an alarming
way now when he was drunk of drawing his cutlass and
laying it bare before him on the table. But, with all
that, he minded people less, and seemed shut up in his
own thoughts and rather wandering. Once, for instance,
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24 TREASURE ISLAND.

kind of country love-song, that he must have learned
in his youth before he had begun to follow the
sea,
So things passed until, the day after the funeral,
and about three o'clock of a bitter, foggy, frosty after-
noon, I was standing at the door for a moment, full of
sad thoughts about my father, when I saw some one
drawing slowly near along the road. He was plainly
blind, for he tapped before him with a stick, and wore a
great green shade over his eyes and nose; and he was
hunched, as if with age or weakness, and wore a huge
old tattered sea-cloak with a hood, that made him
appear positively deformed. I never saw in my life a
more dreadful looking figure. He stopped a little from
the inn, and, raising his voice in an odd sing-song,
addressed the air in front of him:-
"Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man,
who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the
gracious defence of his native country, England, and
God bless King George !-where or in what part of this
country he may now be?"
"You are at the 'Admiral Benbow,' Black Hill
Cove, my good man," said I.
"I hear a voice," said he-" a young voice. Will
you give me your hand, my kind, young friend, and
lead me in ?"
I held out my hand, and the horrible, soft-spoken,
eyeless creature gripped it in a moment like a vice.
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THE BLACK SPOT. 25

but the blind man pulled me close up to him with a
single action of his arm.
"Now, boy," he said, take me in to the captain."
"Sir," said I, upon my word I dare not."
Oh," he sneered, "that's it! Take me in straight,
or I'll break your arm."
And he gave it, as he spoke, a wrench that made
me cry out.
Sir," said I, "it is for yourself I mean. The
captain is not what he used to be. He sits with a
drawn cutlass. Another gentleman^-
Come, now, march," interrupted he; and I never
heard a voice so cruel, and cold, and ugly as that blind
man's. It cowed me more than the pain; and I began
to obey him at once, walking straight in at the door
and towards the parlour, where our sick old buccaneer
was sitting, dazed with rum. The blind man clung
close to me, holding me in one iron fist, and leaning
almost more of his weight on me than 1 could carry.
" Lead me straight up to him, and when I'm in view,
cry out, Here's a friend for you, Bill.' If you don't,
I'll do this; and with that he gave me a twitch that
I thought would have made me faint. Between this
and that, I was so utterly terrified of the blind beggar
that I forgot my terror of the captain, and as I opened
the parlour door, cried out the words he had ordered in
a trembling voice.
The poor captain raised his eyes, and at one look
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26 TREASURE ISLAND.

The expression of his face was not so much of terror
as of mortal sickness. He made a movement to rise,
but I do not believe he had enough force left in his
body.
"Now, Bill, sit where you are," said the beggar.
"If I can't see, I can hear a finger stirring. Business
is business. Hold out your left hand. Boy, take his
left hand by the wrist, and bring it near to my right."
We both obeyed him to the letter, and I saw him
pass something from the hollow of the hand that held
his stick into the palm of the captain's, which closed
upon it instantly.
"And now that's done," said the blind man; and
at the words he suddenly left hold of me, and, with
incredible accuracy and nimbleness, skipped out of the
parlour and into the road, where, as I still stood motion-
less, I could hear his stick go tap-tap-tapping into the
distance.
It was some time before either I or the captain
seemed to gather our senses; but at length, and about at
the same moment, I released his wrist, which I was still
holding, and he drew in his hand and looked sharply
into the palm.
"Ten o'clock !" he cried. "Six hours. We'll do
them yet;" and he sprang to his feet.
Even as he did so, he reeled, put his hand to his
throat, stood swaying for a moment, and then, with a
peculiar sound, fell from his whole height face foremost
to the floor.







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I ran to him at once, calling to my mother. But
haste was all in vain. The captain had been struck
dead by thundering apoplexy. It is a curious thing
to understand, for I had certainly never liked the man,
though of late I had begun to pity him, but as soon
as I saw that he was dead, I burst into a flood of tears.
It was the second death I had known, and the sorrow
of the first was still fresh in my heart.









CHAPTER IV.
THE SEA CHEST.
I LOST no time, of course, in telling my mother all that
I knew, and perhaps should have told her long before,
and we saw ourselves at once in a difficult and dangerous
position. Some of the man's money-if he had any-
was certainly due to us; but it was not likely that our
captain's shipmates, above all the two specimens seen by
me, Black Dog and the blind beggar, would be inclined
to give up their booty in payment of the dead man's
debts. The captain's order to mount at once and ride
for Doctor Livesey would have left my mother alone
and unprotected, which was not to be thought of.
Indeed, it seemed impossible for either of us to remain
much longer in the house: the fall of coals in the
kitchen grate, the very ticking of the clock, filled us
with alarms. The neighbourhood, to our ears, seemed
haunted by approaching footsteps; and what between
the dead body of the captain on the parlour floor, and
the thought of that detestable blind beggar hovering
near at hand, and ready to return, there were moments
when, as the saying goes, I jumped in my skin for
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and it occurred to us at last to go forth together and
seek help in the neighboring hamlet. No sooner
said than done. Bare-headed as we were, we ran
out at once in the gathering evening and the frosty
fog.
The hamlet lay not many hundred yards away
though out of view, on the other side of the next cove;
and what greatly encouraged me, it was in an opposite
direction from that whence the blind man had made his
appearance, and whither he had presumably returned.
We were not many minutes on the road, though we
sometimes stopped to lay hold of each other and hearken.
But there was no unusual sound-nothing but the low
wash of the ripple and the croaking of the crows in
the wood.
It was already candle-light when we reached the
hamlet, and I shall never forget how much I was
cheered to see the yellow shine in doors and windows;
but that, as it proved, was the best of the help we were
likely to get in that quarter. For-you would have
thought men would have been ashamed of themselves-
no soul would consent to return with us to the "Admiral
Benbow." The more we told of our troubles, the more-
man, woman, and child-they clung to the shelter of
their houses. The name of Captain Flint, though it
was strange to me, was well enough known to some
there, and carried a great weight of terror. Some of
the men who had been to field-work on the far side of
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30 TREASURE ISLAND.

several strangers on the road, and, taking them to be
smugglers, to have bolted away; and one at least had
seen a little lugger in what we called Kitt's Hole.
For that matter, any one who was a comrade of the
captain's was enough to frighten them to death. And
the short and the long of the matter was, that while we
could get several who were willing enough .to ride to
Dr. Livesey's which lay in another direction, not one
would help us to defend the inn.
They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument
is, on the other hand, a great emboldener; and so when
each had said his say, my mother made them a speech.
She would not, she declared, lose money that belonged
to her fatherless boy; "9 if none of the rest of you dare,"
she said, "Jim and I dare. Back we will go, the way
we came, and small thanks to you big, hulking, chicken-
hearted men. We'll have that chest open, if we die for
it. And I'll thank you for that bag, Mrs. Crossley, to
bring back our lawful money in."
Of course, I said I would go with my mother; and
of course they all cried out at our foolhardiness; but
even then not a man would go along with us. All they
would do was to give me a loaded pistol, lest we were
attacked; and to promise to have horses ready saddled,
in case we were pursued on our return; while one lad
was to ride forward to the doctor's in search of armed
assistance.
My heart was beating finely when we two set forth
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THE SEA CHEST. 31

moon was beginning to rise and peered redly through
the upper edges of the fog, and this increased our haste,
for it was plain, before we came forth again, that all
would be as bright as day, and our departure exposed to
the eyes of any watchers. We slipped along the hedges,
noiseless and swift, nor did we see or hear anything to
increase our terrors, till, to our huge relief, the door
of the Admiral Benbow had closed behind us.
I slipped the bolt at once, and we stood and
panted for a moment in the dark, alone in the house
with the dead captain's body. Then my mother got a
candle in the bar, and, holding each other's hands, we
advanced into the parlour. He lay as we had left
him, on his back, with his eyes open, and one arm
stretched out.
"Draw down the blind, Jim," whispered my
mother; "they might come and watch outside. And
now," said she, when I had done so, "we have to get
the key off that; and who's to touch it, I should like to
know !" and she gave a kind of sob as she said the
words.
I went down on my knees at once. On the floor
close to his hand there was a little round of paper,
blackened on the one side. I could not doubt that this
was the black spot; and taking it up, I found written
on the other side, in a very good, clear hand, this short
message: "You have till ten to-night."
"He had till ten, mother," said I; and just as I
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32 TREASURE ISLAND.

noise startled us shockingly; but the news was good,
for it was only six.
"Now, Jim," she said, "that key."
I felt in his pockets, one after another. A few
small coins, a thimble, and some thread and big
needles, a piece of pigtail tobacco bitten away at the
end, his gully with the crooked handle, a pocket com-
pass, and a tinder box, were all that they contained, and
I began to despair.
"Perhaps it's round his neck," suggested my
mother.
Overcoming a strong repugnance, I tore open his
shirt at the neck, and there, sure enough, hanging to
a bit of tarry string, which I cut with his own gully,
we found the key. At this triumph we were filled with
hope, and hurried up-stairs, without delay, to the little
room where he had slept so long, and where his box had
stood since the day of his arrival.
It was like any other seaman's chest on the outside,
the initial "B." burned on the top of it with a hot
iron, and the corners somewhat smashed and broken as
by long, rough usage.
"Give me the key," said my mother; and though
the lock was very stiff, she had turned it and thrown
back the lid in a twinkling.
A strong smell of tobacco and tar rose from the
interior, but nothing was to be seen on the top except
a suit of very good clothes, carefully brushed and
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THE SEA CHEST. 33

Under that, the miscellany began -a quadrant, a
tin canikin, several sticks of tobacco, two brace of
very handsome pistols, a piece of bar silver, an old
Spanish watch and some other trinkets of little value
and mostly of foreign make, a pair of compasses
mounted with brass, and five or six curious West
Indian shells. It has often set me thinking since that
he should have carried about these shells with him in
his wandering, guilty, and hunted life.
In the meantime, we had found nothing of any
value but the silver and the trinkets, and neither of
these were in our way. Underneath there was an old
boat-cloak, whitened with sea-salt on many a harbour-
bar. My mother pulled it up with impatience, and
there lay before us, the last things in the chest, a
bundle tied up in oilcloth, and looking like papers, and
a canvas bag, that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of
gold.
I'll show these rogues that I'm an honest woman,"
said my mother. "I'll have my dues, and not a
farthing over. Hold Mrs. Crossley's bag." And she
began to count over the amount of the captain's score
from the sailor's bag into the one that I was holding.
It was a long, difficult business, for the coins were
of all countries and sizes-doubloons, and louis-d'ors,
and guineas, and pieces of eight, and I know not what
besides, all shaken together at random. The guineas,
too, were about the scarcest, and it was with these only
that my mother knew how to make her count.
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34 TREASURE ISLAND.

When we were about half way through, I suddenly
put my hand upon her arm; for I had heard in the
silent, frosty air, a sound that brought my heart into
my mouth-the tap-tapping of the blind man's stick
upon the frozen road. It drew nearer and nearer, while
we sat holding our breath. Then it struck sharp on the
inn door, and then we could hear the handle being
turned, and the bolt rattling as the wretched being
tried to enter; and then there was a long time
of silence both within and without. At last the
tapping re-commenced, and, to our indescribable joy
and gratitude, died slowly away again until it
ceased to be heard.
"Mother," said I, "take the whole and let's be
going;" for I was sure the bolted door must have
seemed suspicious, and would bring the whole hornet's
nest about our ears; though how thankful I was that
I had bolted it, none could tell who had never met that
terrible blind man.
But my mother, frightened as she was, would not
consent to take a fraction more than was due to her,
and was obstinately unwilling to be content with less.
It was not yet seven, she said, by a long way; she
knew her rights and she would have them; and she was
still arguing with me, when a little low whistle sounded
a good way off upon the hill. That was enough, and
more than enough, for both of us.
"I'll take what I have," she said, jumping to her
feet.





THE SEA CHEST. 35

"And I'll take this to square the count," said I,
picking up the oilskin packet.
Next moment we were both groping down-stairs,
leaving the candle by the empty chest; and the next we
had opened the door and were in full retreat. We
had not started a moment too soon. The fog was
rapidly dispersing; already the moon shone quite clear
on the high ground on either side; and it was only in
the exact bottom of the dell and round the tavern door
that a thin veil still hung unbroken to conceal the first
steps of our escape. Far less than half-way to the
hamlet, very little beyond the bottom of the hill, we
must come forth into the moonlight. Nor was this
all; for the sound of several footsteps running came
already to our ears, and as we looked back in their
direction, a light tossing to and fro and still rapidly
advancing, showed that one of the new-comers carried
a lantern.
"My dear," said my mother suddenly, "take the
money and run on. I am going to faint."
This was certainly the end for both of us, I thought.
How I cursed the cowardice of the neighbours; how
I blamed my poor mother for her honesty and her
greed, for her past foolhardiness and present weakness!
We were just at the little bridge, by good fortune;
and I helped her, tottering as she was, to the edge of
the bank, where, sure enough, she gave a sigh and
fell on my shoulder. I do not know how I found the
strength to do it at all, and I am afraid it was roughly
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36 TREASURE ISLAND.

done; but I managed to drag her down the bank and
a little way under the arch. Farther I could not move
her, for the bridge was too low to let me do more than
crawl below it. So there we had to stay-my mother
almost entirely exposed, and both of us within earshot of
the inn.













CHAPTER V.
THE LAST OF THE BLIND MAN.
MY curiosity, in a sense, was stronger than my fear;
for I could not remain where I was, but crept back
to the bank again, whence, sheltering my head behind
a bush of broom, I might command the road before
our door. I was scarcely in position ere my enemies
began to arrive, seven or eight of them, running hard,
their feet beating out of time along the road, and the
man with the lantern some paces in front. Three men
ran together, hand in hand; and I made out, even
through the mist, that the middle man of this trio was
the blind beggar. The next moment his voice showed
me that I was right.
Down with the door I he cried.
SAy, ay, sir I" answered two or three; and a rush
was made upon the "Admiral Benbow," the lantern-
bearer following; and then I could see them pause, and
hear speeches passed in a lower key, as if they were
surprised to find the door open. But the pause was
brief, for the blind man again issued his commands.
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38 TREASURE ISLAND.

"In, in, in!" he shouted, and cursed them for
their delay.
Four or five of them obeyed at once, two remaining
on the road with the formidable beggar. There was a
pause, then a cry of surprise, and then a voice shouting
from the house :-
Bill's dead;
But the blind man swore at them again for their
delay.
Search him, some of you shirking lubbers, and the
rest of you aloft and get the chest," he cried.
I could hear their feet rattling up our old stairs, so
that the house must have shook with it. Promptly
afterwards, fresh sounds of astonishment arose; the
window of the captain's room was thrown open with a
slam and a jingle of broken glass; and a man leaned
out into the moonlight, head and shoulders, and addressed
the blind beggar on the road below him.
"Pew," he cried, "they've been before us. Some
one's turned the chest out alow and aloft."
Is it there ? roared Pew.
"The money's there."
The blind man cursed the money.
SFlint's fist, I mean," he cried.
"We don't see it here nohow," returned the man.
"Here, you below there, is it on Bill ?" cried the
blind man again.
At that, another fellow, probably him who had re-
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THE LAST OP THE BLIND MAN. 39

door of the inn. Bills been overhauled already," said
he, nothing' left."
It's these people of the inn-it's that boy. I wish
I had put his eyes out!" cried the blind man, Pew.
" They were here no time ago-they had the door bolted
when I tried it. Scatter, lads, and find 'em."
Sure enough, they left their glim here," said the
fellow from the window.
Scatter and find 'em I Rout the house out! re-
iterated Pew, striking with his stick upon the road.
Then there followed a great to-do through all our
old inn, heavy feet pounding to and fro, furniture
thrown over, doors kicked in, until the very rocks re-
echoed, and the men came out again, one after another,
on the road, and declared that we were nowhere to be
found. And just then the same whistle that had
alarmed my mother and myself over the dead captain's
money was once more clearly audible through the
night, but this time twice repeated. I had thought it
to be the blind man's trumpet, so to speak, summoning
his crew to the assault; but I now found that it was a
signal from the hillside towards the hamlet, and, from its
effect upon the buccaneers, a signal to warn them of
approaching danger.
"There's Dirk again," said one. "Twice! We'll
have to budge, mates."
"Budge, you skulkI" cried Pew. "Dirk was a
fool and a coward from the first-you wouldn't mind
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40 TREASURE ISLAND.

have your hands on it. Scatter and look for them,
dogs I Oh, shiver my soul," he cried, if I had eyes! "
This appeal seemed to produce some effect, for two
of the fellows began to look here and there among the
lumber, but half-heartedly, I thought, and with half an
eye to their own danger all the time, while the rest stood
irresolute on the road.
You have your hands on thousands, you fools, and
you hang a leg You'd be as rich as kings if you could
find it, and you know it's here, and you stand there
malingering. There wasn't one of you dared face Bill,
and I did it-a blind man! And I'm to lose my chance
for you! I'm to be a poor, crawling beggar, sponging
for rum, when I might be rolling in a coach! If you
had the pluck of a weevil in a biscuit you would catch
them still."
Hang it, Pew, we've got the doubloons grumbled
one.
"They might have hid the blessed thing," said
another. "Take the Georges, Pew, and don't stand
here squalling."
Squalling was the word for it, Pew's anger rose
so high at these objections; till at last, his passion
completely taking the upper hand, he struck at them
right and left in his blindness, and his stick sounded
heavily on more than one.
These, in their turn, cursed back at the blind
miscreant, threatened him in horrid terms, and tried in
vain to catch the stick and wrest it from his grasp.









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This quarrel was the saving of us; for while it was
still raging, another sound came from the top of the hill
on the side of the hamlet-the tramp of horses galloping.
Almost at the same time a pistol-shot, flash and report,
came from the hedge side. And that was plainly the
last signal of danger; for the buccaneers turned at once
and ran, separating in every direction, one seaward
along the cove, one slant across the hill, and so on, so
that in half a minute not a sign of them remained but
Pew. Him they had deserted, whether in sheer panic
or out of revenge for his ill words and blows, I know
not; but there he remained behind, tapping up and
down the road in a frenzy, and groping and calling
for his comrades. Finally he took the wrong turn,
and ran a few steps past me, towards the hamlet,
crying :-
"Johnny, Black Dog, Dirk," and other names, "you
won't leave old Pew, mates-not old Pew! "
Just then the noise of horses topped the rise, and
four or five riders came in sight in the moonlight, and
swept at full gallop down the slope.
At this Pew saw his error, turned with a scream,
and ran straight for the ditch, into which he rolled.
But he was on his feet again in a second, and made
another dash, now utterly bewildered, right under the
nearest of the coming horses.
The rider tried to save him, but in vain. Down
went Pew with a cry that rang high into the night;
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42 TREASURE ISLAND.

passed by. He fell on his side, then gently collapsed
upon his face, and moved no more.
I leaped to my feet and hailed the riders. They were
pulling up, at any rate, horrified at the accident; and I
soon saw what they were. One, tailing out behind the
rest, was a lad that had gone from the hamlet to Dr.
Livesey's; the rest were revenue officers, whom he had
met by the way, and with whom he had had the intel-
ligence to return at once. Some news of the lugger in
Kitt's Hole had found its way to Supervisor Dance, and
set him forth that night in our direction, and to that
circumstance my mother and I owed our preservation
from death.
Pew was dead, stone dead. As for my mother, when
we had carried her up to the hamlet, a little cold water
and salts and that soon brought her back again, and she
was none the worse for her terror, though she still
continued to deplore the balance of the money. In the
meantime the supervisor rode on, as fast as he could, to
Kitt's Hole; but his men had to dismount and grope
down the dingle, leading, and sometimes supporting,
their horses, and in continual fear of ambushes; so it
was no great matter for surprise that when they got
down to the Hole the lugger was already under way,
though still close in. He hailed her. A voice replied,
telling him to keep out of the moonlight, or he would
get some lead in him, and at the same time a bullet
whistled close by his arm. Soon after, the lugger
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THE LAST OF THE BLIND MAN. 43

there, as he said, like a fish out of water," and all he
could do was to despatch a man to B-- to warn the
cutter. "And that," said he, is just about as good as
nothing. They've got off clean, and there's an end.
Only," he added, "I'm glad I trod on Master Pew's
corns; for by this time he had heard my story.
I went back with him to the "Admiral Benbow,"
and you cannot imagine a house in such a state of
smash; the very clock had been thrown down by these
fellows in their furious hunt after my mother and my-
self ; and though nothing had actually been taken away
except the captain's money-bag and a little silver from
the till, I could see at once that we were ruined. Mr.
Dance could make nothing of the scene.
"They got the money, you say? Well, then,
Hawkins, what in fortune were they after? More
money, I suppose?"
"No, sir; not money, I think," replied I. "In
fact, sir, I believe I have the thing in my breast-
pocket; and, to tell you the truth, I should like to
get it put in safety."
"To be sure, boy; quite right," said he. "I'll
take it, if you like."
"' I thought, perhaps, Dr. Livesey "--I began.
"Perfectly right," he interrupted, very cheerily,
perfectlyy right-a gentleman and a magistrate.
And, now I come to think of it, I might as well ride
round there myself and report to him or squire.
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it, but he's dead, you see, and people will make it out
against an officer of his Majesty's revenue, if make it
out they can. Now, I'll tell you, Hawkins: if you like,
I'll take you along."
I thanked him heartily for the offer, and we walked
back to the hamlet where the horses were. By the
time I had told mother of my purpose they were all in
the saddle.
"Dogger," said Mr. Dance, "you have a good
horse; take up this lad behind you."
As soon as I was mounted, holding on to Dogger's
belt, the supervisor gave the word, and the party
struck out at a bouncing trot on the road to Dr.
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CHAPTER VI.
THE CAPTAIN'S PAPERS.
WE rode hard all the way, till we drew up before Dr.
Livesey's door. The house was all dark to the
front.
Mr. Dance told me to jump down and knock, and
Dogger gave me a stirrup to descend by. The door was
opened almost at once by the maid.
Is Dr. Livesey in ?" I asked.
No, she said; he had come home in the afternoon,
but had gone up to the Hall to dine and pass the
evening with the squire.
So there we go, boys," said Mr. Dance.
This time, as the distance was short, I did not
mount, but ran with Dogger's stirrup-leather to the
lodge gates, and up the long, leafless, moonlit avenue
to where the white line of the Hall buildings looked on
either hand on great old gardens. Here Mr. Dance
dismounted, and, taking me along with him, was ad-
mitted at a word into the house.
The servant led us down a matted passage, and
showed us at the end into a great library, all lined with
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squire and Dr. Livesey sat, pipe in hand, on either side
of a bright fire.
I had never seen the squire so near at hand. He
was a tall man, over six feet high, and broad in pro-
portion, and he had a bluff, rough-and-ready face, all
roughened and reddened and lined in his long travels.
His eyebrows were very black, and moved readily, and
this gave him a look of some temper, not bad, you
would say, but quick and high.
"Come in, Mr. Dance," says he, very stately and
condescending.
"' Good evening, Dance," says the doctor, with a nod.
"And good evening to you, friend Jim. What good
wind brings you here ?"
The supervisor stood up straight and stiff, and
told his story like a lesson; and you should have seen
how the two gentlemen leaned forward and looked at
each other, and forgot to smoke in their surprise and
interest. When they heard how my mother went back
to the inn, Dr. Livesey fairly slapped his thigh, and
the squire cried Bravo 1" and broke his long pipe
against the grate. Long before it was done, Mr.
Trelawney (that, you will remember, was the squire's
name) had got up from his seat, and was striding about
the room, and the doctor, as if to hear the better, had
taken off his powdered wig, and sat there, looking
very strange indeed with his own close-cropped, black
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"Mr. Dance," said the squire, "you are a very
noble fellow. And as for riding down that black,
atrocious miscreant, I regard it as an act of virtue, sir,
like stamping on a cockroach. This lad Hawkins is a
trump, I perceive. Hawkins, will you ring that bell?
Mr. Dance must have some ale."
"And so, Jim," said the doctor, "you have the
thing that they were after, have you ?"
Here it is, sir," said I, and gave him the oilskin
packet.
The doctor looked it all over, as if his fingers were
itching to open it; but, instead of doing that, he put it
quietly in the pocket of his coat.
Squire," said he, when Dance has had his ale he
must, of course, be off on his Majesty's service; but I
mean to keep Jim Hawkins here to sleep at my house,
and, with your permission, I propose we should have up
the cold pie, and let him sup."
As you will, Livesey," said the squire; Hawkins
has earned better than cold pie."
So a big pigeon pie was brought in and put on a
side-table, and I made a hearty supper, for I was as
hungry.as a hawk, while Mr. Dance was further com-
plimented, and at last dismissed.
And now, squire," said the doctor.
"And now, Livesey," said the squire, in the same
breath.
One at a time, one at a time," laughed Dr. Live-
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"Heard of him!" cried the squire. "Heard of
him, you say I He was the bloodthirstiest buccaneer
that sailed. Blackbeard was a child to Flint. The
Spaniards were so prodigiously afraid of him, that, I
tell you, sir, I was sometimes proud he was an English-
man. I've seen his top-sails with these eyes, off
Trinidad, and the cowardly son of a rum-puncheon that
I sailed with put back-put back, sir, into Port of
Spain."
"Well, I've heard of him myself, in England," said
the doctor. "But the point is, had he money ? "
Money! cried the squire. "Have you heard the
story? What were these villains after but money?
What do they care for but money? For what would
they risk their rascal carcases but money ? "
"That we shall soon know," replied the doctor.
"But you are so confoundedly hot-headed and exclama-
tory that I cannot get a word in. What I want to
know is this: Supposing that I have here in my pocket
some clue to where Flint buried his treasure, will that
treasure amount to much ? "
"Amount, sir! cried the squire. "It will amount
to this: if we have the clue you talk about, I fit out
a ship in Bristol dock, and take you and Hawkins
here along, and I'll have that treasure if I search a
year."
Very well," said the doctor. "Now, then, if Jim
is agreeable, we'll open the packet and he laid it
before him on the table.











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The bundle was sewn together, and the doctor had to
get out his instrument-case, and cut the stitches with
his medical scissors. It contained two things-a book
and a sealed paper.
S"First of all we'll try the book," observed the
doctor.
The squire and I were both peering over his shoulder
as he opened it, for Dr. Livesey had kindly motioned me
to come round from the side-table, where I had been
eating, to enjoy the sport of the search. On the first
page there were only some scraps of writing, such as
a man with a pen in his hand might make for idleness or
practice. One was the same as the tattoo mark, "Billy
Bones his fancy;" then there was "Mr. W. Bones,
mate." "No more rum." Off Palm Key he got itt;"
and some other snatches, mostly single words and un-
intelligible. I could not help wondering who it was
that had "got itt," and what "itt" was that he got.
A knife in his back as like as not.
"Not much instruction there," said Dr. Livesey, as
he passed on.
The next ten or twelve pages were filled with a
curious series of entries. There was a date at one end
of the line and at the other a sum of money, as in
common account-books; but instead of explanatory
writing, only a varying number of crosses between
the two. On the 12th of June, 1745, for instance,
a sum of seventy pounds had plainly become due to
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explain the cause. In a few cases, to be sure, the
name of a place would be added, as "Offe Caraccas;" or
a mere entry of latitude and longitude, as "62? 17' 20",
190 2' 40"."
The record lasted over nearly twenty years, the
amount of the separate entries growing larger as time
went on, and at the end a grand total had been made
out after five or six wrong additions, and these words
appended, "Bones, his pile."
"I can't make head or tail of this," said Dr. Livesey.
"The thing is as clear as noonday," cried the squire.
"This is the black-hearted hound's account-book. These
crosses stand for the names of ships or towns that they
sank or plundered. The sums are the scoundrel's share,
and where he feared an ambiguity, you see he added
something clearer. 'Offe Caraccas,' now; you see, here
was some unhappy vessel boarded off that coast. God
help the poor souls that manned her-coral long
ago."
'"Right!" said the doctor. "See what it is to be
a traveller. Right! And the amounts increase, you
see, as he rose in rank."
There was little else in the volume but a few bearings
of places noted in the blank leaves towards the end, and
a table for reducing French, English, and Spanish
moneys to a common value.
"Thrifty man!" cried the doctor. "He wasn't the
one to be cheated."
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The paper had been sealed in several places with a
thimble by way of seal; the very thimble, perhaps, that
I had found in the captain's pocket. The doctor opened
the seals with great care, and there fell out the map of
an island, with latitude and longitude, soundings, names
of hills, and bays and inlets, and every particular that
would be needed to bring a ship to a safe anchorage
upon its shores. It was about nine miles long
and five across, shaped, you might say, like a fat
dragon standing up, and had two fine land-locked
harbours, and a hill in the centre part marked "The
Spy-glass." There were several additions of a later
date; but, above all, three crosses of red ink-two on
the north part of the island, one in the south-west, and,
beside this last, in the same red ink, and in a small,
neat hand, very different from the captain's tottery
characters, these words:--" Bulk of treasure here."
Over on the back the same hand had written this
further information:-

Tall tree, Spy-glass shoulder, bearing a point to the N. of
N.N.E.
SSkeleton Island E.S.E. and by E.
"Ten feet.
The bar silver is in the north cache; you can find it by the
trend of the east hummock, ten fathoms south of the black crag
with the face on it.
The arms are easy found, in the sand hill, N. point of north
inlet cape, bearing E. and a quarter N. J. F."


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comprehensible, it filled the squire and Dr. Livesey with
delight.
"Livesey," said the squire, "you will give up this
wretched practice at once. To-morrow I start for
Bristol. In three weeks' time-three weeks!-two
weeks-ten days-we'll have the best ship, sir, and the
choicest crew in England. Hawkins shall come as
cabin-boy. You'll make a famous cabin-boy, Haw-
kins. You, Livesey, are ship's doctor; I am admiral.
We'll take Redruth, Joyce, and Hunter. We'll have
favourable winds, a quick passage, and not the
least difficulty in finding the spot, and money to eat
-to roll in-to play duck and drake with ever
after."
"Trelawney," said the doctor, "I'll go with you;
and, I'll go bail for it, so will Jim, and be a credit
to the undertaking. There's only one man I'm afraid
of."
"And who's that? cried the squire. Name the
dog, sir !"
"You," replied the doctor; "for you cannot hold
your tongue. We are not the only men who know of
this paper. These fellows who attacked the inn to-
night-bold, desperate blades, for sure-and the rest
who stayed aboard that lugger, and more, I dare say,
not far off, are, one and all, through thick and thin,
bound that they'll get that money. We must none of
us go alone till we get to sea. Jim and I shall stick
together in the meanwhile; you'll take Joyce and






THE CAPTAIN'S PAPERS. 53

Hunter when you ride to Bristol, and, from first to last,
not one of us must breathe a word of what we've
found."
"' Livesey," returned the squire, you are always in
the right of it. I'll be as silent as the grave."












IPart II.
THE SEA COOK.

CHAPTER VII.
I GO TO BRISTOL.

IT was longer than the squire imagined ere we were
ready for the sea, and none of our first plans-not even
Dr. Livesey's, of keeping me beside him-could be
carried out as we intended. The doctor had to go to
London for a physician to take charge of his practice;
the squire was hard at work at Bristol; and I lived on
at the Hall under the charge of old Redruth, the
gamekeeper, almost a prisoner, but full of sea-dreams and
the most charming anticipations of strange islands and
adventures. I brooded by the hour together over the
map, all the details of which I well remembered.
Sitting by the fire in the housekeeper's room, I ap-
proached that island in my fancy, from every possible
direction; I explored every acre of its surface; I
climbed a thousand times to that tall hill they call the
Spy-glass, and from the top enjoyed the most wonderful
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I GO TO BRISTOL. 55

with savages, with whom we fought; sometimes full of
dangerous animals that hunted us; but in all my fancies
nothing occurred to me so strange and tragic as our
actual adventures.
So the weeks passed on, till one fine day there came
a letter addressed to Dr. Livesey, with this addition,
"To be opened, in the case of his absence, by Tom
Redruth, or young Hawkins." Obeying this order, we
found, or rather, I found-for the gamekeeper was
a poor hand at reading anything but print-the follow-
ing important news :-
Old Anchor Inn, Bristol, March 1, 17-.
"DEAR LIVESEY,-As I do not know whether you are at the
Hall or still in London, I send this in double to both places.
The ship is bought and fitted. She lies at anchor, ready for
sea. You never imagined a sweeter schooner-a child might
sail her-two hundred tons; name, Hispaniola.
I got her through my old friend, Blandly, who has proved
himself throughout the most surprising trump. The admirable
fellow literally slaved in my interest, and so, I may say, did
every one in Bristol, as soon as they got wind of the port we
sailed for-treasure, I mean."
"Redruth," said I, interrupting the letter, "Doctor
Livesey will not like that. The squire has been talking,
after all."
"Well, who's a better right ?" growled the game-
keeper. "A pretty rum go if squire aint to talk for
Doctor Livesey, I should think."
At that I gave up all attempt at commentary, and
read straight on:-
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56 TREASURE ISLAND.

admirable management got her for the merest trifle. There is a
class of men in Bristol monstrously prejudiced against Blandly.
They go the length of declaring that this honest creature would
do anything for money, that the Hispaniola belonged to him, and
that he sold it me absurdly high-the most transparent calumnies.
None of them dare, however, to deny the merits of the ship.
"So far there was not a hitch., The workpeople, to be sure-
riggers and what not-were most annoyingly slow; but time
cured that. It was the crew that troubled me.
I wished a round score of men-in case of natives, buccaneers,
or the odious French-and I had the worry of the deuce itself to
find so much as half a dozen, till the most remarkable stroke of
fortune brought me the very man that I required.
"I was standing on the dock, when, by the merest accident, I
fell in talk with him. I found he was an !old sailor, kept a
public-house, knew all the sea-faring men in Bristol, had lost his
health ashore, and wanted a good -berth as cook to get to sea
again. He had hobbled down there that morning, he said, to
get a smell of the salt.
I was monstrously touched-so would you have been-and,
out of pure pity, I engaged him on the spot to be ship's cook.
Long John Silver, he is called, and has lost a leg; but that I
regarded as a recommendation, since he lost it in his country's
service, under the immortal Hawke. He has no pension,
Livesey. Imagine the abominable age we live in !
Well, sir, I thought I had only found a cook, but it was a
crew I had discovered. Between Silver and myself we got
together in a few days a company of the toughest old salts
imaginable not pretty to look at, but fellows, by their
faces, of the most indomitable spirit. I declare we could fight
a frigate.
"Long John even got rid of two out of the six or seven I had
already engaged. He showed me in a moment that they were
just the sort of fresh water swabs we had to fear in an adventure
of importance.
"I am in the most magnificent health and spirits, eating like
a bull, sleeping like a tree, yet I shall not enjoy a moment till I
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ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has
turned my head. So now, Livesey, come post; do not lose an
hour, if you respect me.
Let young Hawkins go at once to see his mother, with Red-
ruth for a guard; and then both come full speed to Bristol.
JOHN TRELAWNEY.
4
"Postscript.-I did not tell you that Blandly, who, by the
way, is to send a consort after us if we don't turn up by the end
of August, had found an admirable fellow for sailing master-a
stiff man, which I regret, but, in all other respects, a treasure.
Long John Silver unearthed a very competent man for a mate, a
man named Arrow. I have a boatswain who pipes, Livesey; so
things shall go man-o-war fashion on board the good ship
Hispaniola.
"I forgot to tell you that Silver is a man of substance; I
know of my own knowledge that he has a banker's account,
which has never been overdrawn. He leaves his wife to manage
the inn; and as she is a woman of colour, a pair of old bachelors
like you and I may be excused for guessing that it is the wife,
quite as much as the health, that sends him back to roving.
J. T.

SP.P.S.-Hawkins may stay one night with his mother.
"J. T."

You can fancy the excitement into which that letter
put me. I was half beside myself with glee; and if
ever I despised a man, it was old Tom Redruth, who
could do nothing but grumble and lament. Any of the
under-gamekeepers would gladly have changed places
with him; but such was not the squire's pleasure, and
the squire's pleasure was like law among them all.
Nobody but old Redruth would have dared so much as
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58 TREASURE ISLAND.

The next morning he and I set out on foot for the
"Admiral Benbow," and there I found my mother in
good health and spirits. The captain, who had so long
been a cause of so much discomfort, was gone where
the wicked cease from troubling. The squire had had
everything repaired, and the public rooms and the sign
repainted, and had added some furniture-above all a
beautiful arm-chair for mother in the bar. He had
found her a boy as an apprentice also, so that she should
not want help while I was gone.
It was on seeing that boy that I understood, for the
first time, my situation. I had thought up to that
moment of the adventures before me, not at all of the
home that I was leaving; and now, at sight of this
clumsy stranger, who was to stay here in my place
beside my mother, I had my first attack of tears. I am
afraid I led that boy a dog's life; for as he was new to
the work, I had a hundred opportunities of setting him
right and putting him down, and I was not slow to
profit by them.
The night passed, and the next day, after dinner,
Redruth and I were afoot again, and on the road. I
said good-bye to mother and the cove where I had lived
since I was born, and the dear old "Admiral Benbow "-
since he was repainted, no longer quite so dear. One of
my last thoughts was of the captain, who had so often
strode along the beach with his cocked hat, his sabre-
cut cheek, and his old brass telescope. Next moment we
had turned the corner, and my home was out of sight.






























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SISAID GOOD-BYE TO MOTHER AND THE COVE WHERE I H-AD LIVED,
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The mail picked us up about dusk at the Royal
George" on the heath. I was wedged in between Red-
ruth and a stout old gentleman, and in spite of the swift
motion and the cold night air, I must have dozed a
great deal from the very first, and then slept like a log
up hill and down dale through stage after stage; for
when I was awakened, at last, it was by a punch in the
ribs, and I opened my eyes, to find that we were
standing still before a large building in a city street,
and that the day had already broken a long time.
"Where are we ? I asked.
SBristol," said Tom. Get down."
Mr. Trelawney had taken up his residence at an
inn far down the docks, to superintend the work upon
the schooner. Thither we had now to walk, and our
way, to my great delight, lay along the quays! and
beside the great multitude of ships of all sizes and
rigs and nations. In one, sailors were singing at their
work; in another, there were men aloft, high over my
head, hanging to threads that seemed no thicker than a
spider's. Though I had lived by the shore all my life,
I seemed never to have been near the sea till then.
The smell of, tar and salt was something new. I
saw the most wonderful figureheads, that had all been
far over the ocean. I saw, besides, many old sailors,
with rings in their ears, and whiskers curled in ringlets,
and tarry pigtails, and their swaggering, clumsy sea-
walk; and if I had seen as many kings or archbishops I
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60 TREASURE ISLAND.

And I was going to sea myself; to sea in a schooner,
with a piping boatswain, and pig-tailed singing seamen;
to sea, bound for an unknown island, and to seek for
buried treasures !
While I was still in this delightful dream, we
came suddenly in front of a large inn, and met Squire
Trelawney, all dressed out like a sea-officer, in stout
blue cloth, coming out of the door with a smile on his
face, and a capital imitation of a sailor's walk.
"Here you are," he cried, "and the doctor came
last night from London. Bravo! the ship's company
complete !"
Oh, sir," cried I, "when do we sail ?"
Sail!" says he. We sail to-morrow!"












CHAPTER VIII.
AT THE SIGN OF THE SPY-GLASS.
WTHEN I had done breakfasting the squire gave me a
note addressed to John Silver, at the sign of the Spy-
glass," and told me I should easily find the place by
following the line of the docks, and keeping a bright
look-out for a little tavern with a large brass telescope
for sign. I set off, overjoyed at this opportunity to
see some more of the ships and seamen, and picked my
way among a great crowd of people and carts and bales,
for the dock was now at its busiest, until I found the
tavern in question.
It was a bright enough little place of entertainment.
The sign was newly painted; the windows had neat red
curtains; the floor was cleanly sanded. There was a
street on each side, and an open door on both, which
made the large, low room pretty clear to see in, in spite
of clouds of tobacco smoke.
The customers were mostly seafaring men; and
they talked so loudly that I hung at the door, almost
afraid to enter.
As I was waiting, a man came out of a side room,
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62 TREASURE ISLAND.

His left leg was cut off close by the hip, and under the
left shoulder he carried a crutch, which he managed
with wonderful dexterity, hopping about upon it like a
bird. He was very tall and strong, with a face as big
as a ham-plain and pale, but intelligent and smiling.
Indeed, he seemed in the most cheerful spirits, whistling
as he moved about among the tables, with a merry word
or a slap on the shoulder for the more favoured of his
guests.
Now, to tell you the truth, from the very first men-
tion of Long John in Squire Trelawney's letter, I had
taken a fear in my mind that he might prove to be the
very one-legged sailor whom I had watched for so long
at the old Benbow." But one look at the man before
me was enough. I had seen the captain, and Black Dog,
and the blind man Pew, and I thought I knew what a
buccaneer was like-a very different creature, according
to me, from this clean and pleasant-tempered landlord.
I plucked up courage at once, crossed the threshold,
and walked right up to the man where he stood, propped
on his crutch, talking to a customer.
Mr. Silver, sir ? I asked, holding out the note.
"Yes, my lad," said he; "such is my name, to be
sure. And who may you be?" And then as he saw
the squire's letter, he seemed to me to give something
almost like a start.
Oh !" said he, quite loud, and offering his hand,
"I see. You are our new cabin-boy; pleased I am to
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AT THE SIGN OF THE SPY-GLASS." 63

And he took my hand in his large firm grasp.
Just then one of the customers at the far side rose
suddenly and made for the door. It was close by him,
and he was out in the street in a moment. But his
hurry had attracted my notice, and I recognized him at
glance. It was the tallow-faced man, wanting two
fingers, who had come first to the Admiral Benbow."
"Oh," I cried, "stop him! it's Black Dog !"
"I don't care two coppers who he is," cried Silver.
"But he hasn't paid his score. Harry, run and catch
him."
One of the others who was nearest the door leaped
up, and started in pursuit.
"If he were Admiral Hawke he shall pay his
score," cried Silver; and then, relinquishing my hand-
" Who did you say he was?" he asked. Black
what ? "
"Dog, sir," said I. Has Mr. Trelawney not told
you of the buccaneers? He was one of them."
So?" cried Silver. "In my house Ben, run
and help Harry. One of those swabs, was he? Was
that you drinking with him, Morgan? Step up here."
The man whom he called Morgan-an old, grey-
haired, mahogany-faced sailor-came forward pretty
sheepishly, rolling his quid.
"Now, Morgan," said Long John, very sternly;
"you never clapped your eyes on that Black-Black
Dog before, did you, now?"
"Not I, sir," said Morgan, with a salute.





64 TREASURE ISLAND.

"You didn't know his name, did you ?"
C No, sir."'
"By the powers, Tom Morgan, it's as good for
you!" exclaimed the landlord. "If you had been
mixed up with the like of that, you would never have
put another foot in my house, you may lay to that.
And what was he saying to you ?"
I don't rightly know, sir," answered Morgan.
"Do you call that a head on your shoulders, or
a blessed dead-eye?" cried Long John. Don't
rightly know, don't you! Perhaps you don't happen
to rightly know who you was speaking to, perhaps?
Come, now, what was he jawing-v'yages, cap'ns,
ships ? Pipe up! What was it ? "
"We was a-talkin' of keel-hauling," answered
Morgan.
"Keel-hauling, was you? and a mighty suitable
thing, too, and you may lay to that. Get back to your
place for a lubber, Tom."
And then, as Morgan rolled back to his seat, Silver
added to me in a confidential whisper, that was very
flattering, as I thought:--
"He's quite an honest man, Tom Morgan, on'y
stupid. And now," he ran on again, aloud, "let's see
-Black Dog? No, I don't know the name, not I.
Yet I kind of think I've-yes, I've seen the swab. He
used to come here with a blind beggar, he used."
That he did, you may be sure," said I. I knew
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AT THE SIGN OF THE c SPY-GLASS." 65

"It was cried Silver, now quite excited. Pew!
That were his name for certain. Ah, he looked a
shark, he did! If we run down this Black Dog, now,
there'll be news for Cap'n Trelawney Ben's a good
runner; few seamen run better than Ben. He should
run him down, hand over hand, by the powers I
He talked o' keel-hauling, did he? 111 keel-haul
him "
All the time he was jerking out these phrases he
was stumping up and down the tavern on his crutch,
slapping tables with his hand, and giving such a show
of excitement as would have convinced an Old Bailey
judge or a Bow Street runner. My suspicions had
been thoroughly re-awakened on finding Black Dog at
the Spy-glass," and I watched the cook narrowly. But
he was too deep, and too ready, and too clever for me,
and by the time the two men had come back out of
breath, and confessed that they had lost the track in a
crowd, and been scolded like thieves, I would have gone
bail for the innocence of Long John Silver.
"See here, now, Hawkins," said he, "here's a
blessed hard thing on a man like me, now, aint it ?
There's Cap'n Trelawney-what's he to think? Here
I have this confounded son of a Dutchman sitting in my
own house, drinking of my own rum! Here you comes
and tells me of it plain; and here I let him give us all
the slip before my blessed dead-lights I Now, Hawkins,
you do me justice with the cap'n. You're a lad, you
are, but you're as smart as paint. I see that when you
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66 TREASURE ISLAND.

first came in. Now, here it is: What could I do, with
this old timber I hobble on? When I was an A B
master mariner I'd have come up alongside of him, hand
over hand, and broached him to in a brace of old shakes,
I would; but now--
And then, all of a sudden, he stopped, and his jaw
dropped as though he had remembered something.
The score I he burst out. Three goes o' rum !
Why, shiver my timbers, if I hadn't forgotten my
score !"
And, falling on a bench, he laughed until the tears
ran down his cheeks. I couldn't help joining; and we
laughed together, peal after peal, until the tavern rang
again.
"Why, what a precious old sea-calf I am!" he
said, at last, wiping his cheeks. "You and me should
get on well, Hawkins, for I'll take my davy I should be
rated ship's boy. But, come, now, stand by to go about.
This won't do. Dooty is dooty, messmates. I'll put on
my old cocked hat, and step along of you to Cap'n Tre-
lawney, and report this here affair.. For, mind you, it's
serious, young Hawkins; and neither you nor me's
come out of it with what I should make so bold as to
call credit. Nor you neither, says you; not smart-
none of the pair of us smart. But dash my buttons!
that was a good 'un about my score."
And he began to laugh again, and that so heartily,
that though I did not see the joke as he did, I was again
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AT THE SIGN OF THE SPY-GLA&SS." 67

On our little walk along the quays, he made himself
the most interesting companion, telling me about the
different ships that we passed by, their rig, tonnage,
and nationality, explaining the work that was going
forward-how one was discharging, another taking in
cargo, and a third making ready for sea; and every now
and then telling me some little anecdote of ships or
seamen, or repeating a nautical phrase till I had learned
it perfectly. I began to see that here was one of the
best of possible shipmates.
When we got to the inn, the squire and Dr. Livesey
were seated together, finishing a quart of ale with a
toast in it, before they should go aboard the schooner on
a visit of inspection.
Long John told the story from first to last, with a
great deal of spirit and the most perfect truth.
"That was how it were, now, weren't it, Hawkins ?"
he would say, now and again, and I could always bear
him entirely out.
The two gentlemen regretted that Black Dog had
got away; but we all agreed there was nothing to be
done, and after he had been complimented, Long John
took up his crutch and departed.
"All hands aboard by four this afternoon," shouted
the squire, after him.
Ay, ay, sir," cried the cook, in the passage.
Well, squire," said Dr. Livesey, "I don't put much
faith in your discoveries, as a general thing; but I will
say this, John Silver suits me."
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68 TREASURE ISLAND.

The man's a perfect trump," declared the squire.
And now," added the doctor, Jim may come on
board with us, may he not?"
To be sure he may," says squire. Take your hat,
Hawkins, and we'll see the ship."














CHAPTER IX.
POWDER AND ARMS.

THE Hispaniola lay some way out, and we went under
the figureheads and round the sterns of many other
ships, and their cables sometimes grated underneath our
keel, and sometimes swung above us. At last, however,
we got alongside, and were met and saluted as we
stepped aboard by the mate, Mr. Arrow, a brown old
sailor, with earrings in his ears and a squint. He and
the squire were very thick and friendly, but I soon
observed that things were not the same between Mr.
Trelawney and the captain.
This last was a sharp-looking man, who seemed
angry with everything on board, and was soon to tell
us why, for we had hardly got down into the cabin
when a sailor followed us.
Captain Smollett, sir, axing to speak with you,"
said he.
"I am always at the captain's orders. Show him
in," said the squire.
The captain, who was close behind his messenger,
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70 TREASURE ISLAND.

"Well, Captain Smollett, what have you to say?
All well, I hope; all shipshape and seaworthy?"
"Well, sir," said the captain, "better speak plain,
I believe, even at the risk of offence. I don't like this
cruise; I don't like the men; and I don't like my
officer. That's short and sweet."
"'Perhaps, sir, you don't like the ship?" inquired
the squire, very angry, as I could see.
"I can't speak as to that, sir, not having seen her
tried," said the captain. "She seems a clever craft;
more I can't say."
"Possibly, sir, you may not like your employer,
either ?" says the squire.
But here Dr. Livesey cut in.
Stay a bit," said he, stay a bit. No use of such
questions as that but to produce ill-feeling. The captain
has said too much or he has said too little, and I'm
bound to say that I require an explanation of his words.
You don't, you say, like this cruise. Now, why ?"
"I was engaged, sir, on what we call sealed orders,
to sail this ship for that gentleman where he should
bid me," said the captain. So far so good. But now
I find that every man before the mast knows more than
I do. I don't call that fair, now, do you ?'
No," said Dr. Livesey, "I don't."
Next," said the captain, I learn we are going
after treasure-hear it from my own hands, mind you.
Now, treasure is ticklish work; I don't like treasure
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POWDER AND ARMS. 71

all, when they are secret, and when (begging your
pardon, Mr. Trelawney) the secret has been told to the
parrot."
Silver's parrot ?" asked the squire.
"It's a way of speaking," said the captain.
"Blabbed, I mean. It's my belief neither of you
gentlemen know what you are about; but I'll tell
you my way of it-life or death, and a close run."
"That is all clear, and, I daresay, true enough,"
replied Dr. Livesey. "We take the risk; but we
are not so ignorant as you believe us. Next, you
say you don't like the crew. Are they not good sea-
men ? "
"I don't like them, sir," returned Captain Smollett.
"And I think I should have had the choosing of my
own hands, if you go to that."
"Perhaps you should," replied the doctor. "My
friend should, perhaps, have taken you along with him;
but the slight, if there be one, was unintentional. And
you don't like Mr. Arrow ?"
I don't, sir. I believe he's a good seaman; but
he's too free with the crew to be a good officer. A
mate should keep himself to himself-shouldn't drink
with the men before the mast! "
"Do you mean he drinks ? cried the squire.
"No, sir," replied the captain; only that he's too
familiar."
"Well, now, and the short and long of it, captain? "
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72 TREASURE ISLAND.

Well, gentlemen, are you determined to go on this
cruise ?
"c Like iron," answered the squire.
Very good," said the captain. Then, as you've
heard me very patiently, saying things that I could not
prove, hear me a few words more. They are putting
the powder and the arms in the fore hold. Now, you
have a good place under the cabin; why not put them
there ?--first point. Then you are bringing four of
your own people with you, and they tell me some of
them are to be berthed forward. Why not give them
the berths here beside the cabin ?-second point."
"Any more?" asked Mr. Trelawney.
"One more," said the captain. "There's been too
much blabbing already."
"Far too much," agreed the doctor.
"I'll tell you what I've heard myself," continued
Captain Smollett: "that you have a map of an island;
that there's crosses on the map to show where treasure
is; and that the island lies-" And then he named
the latitude and longitude exactly.
"I never told that," cried the squire, "to a soul !"
"The hands know it, sir," returned the captain.
"Livesey, that must have been you or Hawkins,"
cried the squire.
"It doesn't much matter who it was," replied the
doctor. And I could see that neither he nor the captain
paid much regard to Mr. Trelawney's protestations.
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POWDER AND ARMS. 73

in this case I believe he was really right, and that
nobody had told the situation of the island.
"Well, gentlemen," continued the captain, "I don't
know who has this map; but I make it a point, it
shall be kept secret even from me and Mr. Arrow.
Otherwise I would ask you to let me resign."
"I see," said the doctor. "You wish us to keep
this matter dark, and to make a garrison of the stern
part of the ship, manned with my friend's own people,
and provided with all the arms and powder on board.
In other words, you fear a mutiny."
"Sir," said Captain Smollett, "with no intention
to take offence, I deny your right to put words into
my mouth. No captain, sir, would be justified in
going to sea at all if he had ground enough to say
that. As for Mr. Arrow, I believe him thoroughly
honest; some of the men are the same; all may be
for what I know. But I am responsible for the
ship's safety and the life of every man Jack aboard
of her. I see things going, as I think, not quite right.
And I ask you to take certain precautions, or let me
resign my berth. And that's all."
"Captain Smollett," began the doctor, with a smile,
"did ever you hear the fable of the mountain and the
mouse? You'll excuse me, I daresay, but you remind
me of that fable. When you came in here I'll stake
my wig you meant more than this."
"Doctor," said the captain, "you are smart.
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74 TREASURE ISLAND.

I had no thought that Mr. Trelawney would hear a
word."
"No more I would," cried the squire. "Had
Livesey not been here I should have seen you to
the deuce. As it is, I have heard you. I will do
as you desire; but I think the worse of you."
"That's as you please, sir," said the captain.
"You'll find I do my duty."
And with that he took his leave.
"Trelawney," said the doctor, "contrary to all
my notions, I believe you have managed to get two
honest men on board with you-that man and John
Silver."
"Silver, if you like," cried the squire; "but as for
that intolerable humbug, I declare I think his conduct
unmanly, unsailorly, and downright un-English."
"Well," says the doctor, "we shall see."
When we came on deck, the men had begun already
to take out the arms and powder, yo-ho-ing at their
work, while the captain and Mr. Arrow stood by
superintending.
The new arrangement was quite to my liking. The
whole schooner had been overhauled; six berths had
been made astern, out of what had been the after-part
of the main hold; and this set of cabins was only joined
to the galley and forecastle by a sparred passage on
the port side. It had been originally meant that the
captain, Mr. Arrow, Hunter, Joyce, the doctor, and
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POWDER AND ARMS. 75

Redruth and I were to get two of them, and Mr. Arrow
and the captain were to sleep on deck in the companion,
which had been enlarged on each side till you might
almost have called it a round-house. Very low it was
still, of course;, but there was room to swing two
hammocks, and even the mate seemed pleased with the
arrangement. Even he, perhaps, had been doubtful as
to the crew, but that is only guess; for, as you shall
hear, we had not long the benefit of his opinion.
We were all hard at work, changing the powder and
the berths, when the last man or two, and Long John
along with them, came off in a shore-boat.
The cook came up the side like a monkey for clever-
ness, and, as soon as he saw what was doing, "So ho,
mates !" says he, "what's this ? "
"We're a-changing of the powder, Jack," answers
one.
Why, by the powers," cried Long John, "if we
do, we'll miss the morning tide "
"My orders said the captain shortly. You
may go below, my man. Hands will want supper."
"Ay, ay, sir," answered the cook; and, touching
his forelock, he disappeared at once in the direction of
his galley.
"That's a good man, captain," said the doctor.
"Very likely sir," replied Captain Smollett. Easy
with that, men-easy," he ran on, to the fellows who
were shifting the powder; and then suddenly observing
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76 TREASURE ISLAND.

brass nine--" Here, you ship's boy," he cried, out o'
that! Off with you to the cook and get some work."
And then as I was hurrying off I heard him say,
quite loudly, to the doctor:-
"I'll have no favourites on my ship."
I assure you I was 'quite of the squire's way of
thinking, and hated the captain deeply.


























































































S'HERE, YOU SHIP'S BOY,' HE CRIED, OUT 0' THAT! OFF WITH
YOU TO THE COOK AND GET SOME WORK'" ( 76).
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CHAPTER X.
THE VOYAGE.
ALL that night we were in a great bustle getting things
stowed in their place, and boatfuls of the squire's
friends, Mr. Blandly and the like, coming off to wish
him a good voyage and a safe return. We never had a
night at the Admiral Benbow" when I had half the
work; and I was dog-tired when, a little before dawn,
the boatswain sounded his pipe, and the crew began to
man the capstan-bars. I might have been twice as
weary, yet I would not have left the deck; all was so
new and interesting to me-the brief commands, the
shrill note of the whistle, the men bustling to their
places in the glimmer of the ship's lanterns.
Now, Barbecue, tip us a stave," cried one voice.
The old one," cried another.
Ay, ay, mates," said Long John, who was stand-
ing by, with his crutch under his arm, and at once
broke out in the air and words I knew so well-
"t Fifteen men on the dead man's chest "-

And then the whole crew bore chorus :-
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78 TREASURE ISLAND.

And at the third ho drove the bars before them with
a will.
Even at that exciting moment it carried me back to
the old "Admiral Benbow in a second; and I seemed
to hear the voice of the captain piping in the chorus.
But soon the anchor was short up; soon it was hanging
dripping at the bows; soon the sails began to draw, and
the land and shipping to flit by on either side; and
before 1 could lie down to snatch an hour of slumber
the Tispaniola had begun her voyage to the Isle of
Treasure.
I am not going to relate that voyage in detail. It
was fairly prosperous. The ship proved to be a good
ship, the crew were capable seamen, and the captain
thoroughly understood his business. But before we
came the length of Treasure Island, two or three things
had happened which require to be known.
Mr. Arrow, first of all, turned out even worse than
the captain had feared. He had no command among
the men, and people did what they pleased with him.
But that was by no means the worst of it; for after a
day or two at sea he began to appear on deck with hazy
eye, red cheeks, stuttering tongue, and other marks of
drunkenness. Time after time he was ordered below in
disgrace. Sometimes he fell and cut himself; some-
times he lay all day long in his little bunk at one
side of the companion; sometimes for a day or two he
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In the meantime, we could never make out where he
got the drink. That was the ship's mystery. Watch
him as we pleased, we could do nothing to solve it; and
when we asked him to his face, he would only laugh, if
he were drunk, and if he were sober, deny solemnly that
he ever tasted anything but water.
He was not only useless as an officer, and a bad
influence amongst the men, but it was plain that at this
rate he must soon kill himself outright; so nobody was
much surprised, nor very sorry, when one dark night,
with a head sea, he disappeared entirely and was seen no
more.
Overboard said the captain. "Well, gentlemen,
that saves the trouble of putting him in irons."
But there we were, without a mate; and it was
necessary, of course, to advance one of the men. The
boatswain, Job Anderson, was the likeliest man aboard,
and, though he kept his old title, he served in a way as
mate. Mr. Trelawney had followed the sea, and his
knowledge made him very useful, for he often took a
watch himself in easy weather. And the coxswain,
Israel Hands, was a careful, wily, old, experienced sea-
man, who could be trusted at a pinch with almost any-
thing.
He was a great confidant of Long John Silver, and
so the mention of his name leads me on to speak of our
ship's cook, Barbecue, as the men called him.
Aboard ship he carried his crutch by a lanyard
round his neck, to have both hands as free as possible.




80 TREASURE ISLAND.

It was something to see him wedge the foot of the
crutch against a bulkhead, and, propped against it,
yielding to every movement of the ship, get on with
his cooking like some one safe ashore. Still more
strange was it to see him in the heaviest of weather
cross the deck. He had a line or two rigged up to
help him across the widest spaces-Long John's ear-
rings, they were called; and he would hand himself
from one place to another, now using the crutch, now
trailing it alongside by the lanyard, as quickly as
another man could walk. Yet some of the men who
had sailed with him before expressed their pity to see
him so reduced.
He's no common man, Barbecue," said the cox-
swain to me. He had good schooling in his young
days, and can speak like a book when so minded; and
brave-a lion's nothing alongside of Long John! I seen
him grapple four, and knock their heads together-him
unarmed."
All the crew respected and even obeyed him. He had
a way of talking to each, and doing everybody some
particular service. To me he was unweariedly kind; and
always glad to see me in the galley, which he kept
as clean as a new pin; the dishes hanging up burnished,
and his parrot in a cage in one corner.
"Come away, Hawkins," he would say; come
and have a yarn with John. Nobody more welcome
than yourself, my son. Sit you down and hear the
news. Here's Cap'n Flint-I calls my parrot Cap'n




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