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TREASURE ISLAND
by Robert Louis Stevenson

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PART ONE

The Old Buccaneer

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The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow

 

 

 

SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these

 

gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars

 

about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end,

 

keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island,

 

and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted,

 

I take up my pen in the year of grace 17__ and go back

 

to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn

 

and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up

 

his lodging under our roof.

 

 

 

I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding

 

to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him

 

in a hand-barrow-- a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man,

 

his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat,

 

his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails,

 

and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.

 

I remember him looking round the cover and whistling to himself

 

as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that

 

he sang so often afterwards:

 

 

"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

 

 

in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned

 

and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door

 

with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried,

 

and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum.

 

This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a

 

connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him

 

at the cliffs and up at our signboard.

 

 

 

"This is a handy cove," says he at length;

 

"and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?"

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

"Well, then," said he," this is the berth for me.

 

Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow;

 

"bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit,"

 

he continued. "I'm a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs

 

is what I want, and that head up there for to watch ships off.

 

What you mought call me? You mought call me captain.

 

Oh, I see what you're at--there"; and he threw down three or four

 

gold pieces on the threshold. "You can tell me when I've worked

 

through that," says he, looking as fierce as a commander.

 

 

 

And indeed bad as his clothes were and coarsely as he spoke,

 

he had none of the appearance of a man who sailed

 

before the mast, but seemed like a mate or skipper accustomed

 

to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with the barrow

 

told us the mail had set him down the morning before

 

at the Royal George, that he had inquired what inns there were

 

along the coast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose,

 

and described as lonely, had chosen it from the others for his place

 

of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest.

 

 

 

He was a very silent man by custom. All day he hung round the

 

cove or upon the cliffs with a brass telescope; all evening he sat

 

in a corner of the parlour next the fire and drank rum and water

 

very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken to,

 

only look up sudden and fierce and blow through his nose

 

like a fog-horn; and we and the people who came about our house

 

soon learned to let him be. Every day when he came back

 

from his stroll he would ask if any 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

 

did put up at the Admiral Benbow (as now and then some did,

 

making by the coast road for Bristol) he would look in at him

 

through the curtained door 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 fourpenny

 

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 four-penny 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 expressions. 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 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 overriding

 

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 anyone 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 tyrannized 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 mentioned 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 annoyance 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

 

upstairs 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 neighbours, 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!

Drink and the devil had done for the rest--

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

 

 

At first I had supposed "the dead man's chest" to be

 

that identical big box of his upstairs in the front room,

 

and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares

 

with that of the one-legged seafaring man. But by this time

 

we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song;

 

it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr. Livesey,

 

and on him I observed it 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:

 

"If you do not put that knife this instant in your pocket,

 

I promise, upon my honour, you shall hang at the next assizes."

 

 

 

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 tonight'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.

 

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