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TREASURE ISLAND
by Robert Louis Stevenson

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34

And Last

 

 

THE next morning we fell early to work, for the transportation

 

of this great mass of gold near a mile by land to the beach,

 

and thence three miles by boat to the HISPANIOLA,

 

was a considerable task for so small a number of workmen.

 

The three fellows still abroad upon the island did not greatly

 

trouble us; a single sentry on the shoulder of the hill was sufficient

 

to ensure us against any sudden onslaught, and we thought,

 

besides, they had had more than enough of fighting.

 

 

 

Therefore the work was pushed on briskly. Gray and Ben Gunn

 

came and went with the boat, while the rest during their absences

 

piled treasure on the beach. Two of the bars, slung in a rope's end,

 

made a good load for a grown man--one that he was glad to walk

 

slowly with. For my part, as I was not much use at carrying,

 

I was kept busy all day in the cave packing the minted money

 

into bread-bags.

 

 

 

It was a strange collection, like Billy Bones's hoard for the diversity

 

of coinage, but so much larger and so much more varied

 

that I think I never had more pleasure than in sorting them.

 

English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Georges, and Louises,

 

doubloons and double guineas and moidores and sequins,

 

the pictures of all the kings of Europe for the last hundred years,

 

strange Oriental pieces stamped with what looked like wisps

 

of string or bits of spider's web, round pieces and square pieces,

 

and pieces bored through the middle, as if to wear them

 

round your neck--nearly every variety of money in the world must,

 

I think, have found a place in that collection; and for number,

 

I am sure they were like autumn leaves, so that my back ached

 

with stooping and my fingers with sorting them out.

 

 

 

Day after day this work went on; by every evening a fortune

 

had been stowed aboard, but there was another fortune waiting

 

for the morrow; and all this time we heard nothing of the three

 

surviving mutineers.

 

 

 

At last--I think it was on the third night--the doctor and I

 

were strolling on the shoulder of the hill where it overlooks

 

the lowlands of the isle, when, from out the thick darkness below,

 

the wind brought us a noise between shrieking and singing.

 

It was only a snatch that reached our ears, followed by the former

 

silence.

 

 

 

"Heaven forgive them," said the doctor; "'tis the mutineers!"

 

 

 

"All drunk, sir," struck in the voice of Silver from behind us.

 

 

 

Silver, I should say, was allowed his entire liberty, and in spite

 

of daily rebuffs, seemed to regard himself once more as quite

 

a privileged and friendly dependent. Indeed, it was remarkable

 

how well he bore these slights and with what unwearying

 

politeness he kept on trying to ingratiate himself with all.

 

Yet, I think, none treated him better than a dog, unless it was

 

Ben Gunn, who was still terribly afraid of his old quartermaster,

 

or myself, who had really something to thank him for;

 

although for that matter, I suppose, I had reason to think

 

even worse of him than anybody else, for I had seen him

 

meditating a fresh treachery upon the plateau. Accordingly,

 

it was pretty gruffly that the doctor answered him.

 

 

 

"Drunk or raving," said he.

 

 

 

"Right you were, sir," replied Silver;

 

"and precious little odds which, to you and me."

 

 

 

"I suppose you would hardly ask me to call you a humane man,"

 

returned the doctor with a sneer, "and so my feelings may

 

surprise you, Master Silver. But if I were sure they were raving

 

--as I am morally certain one, at least, of them is down with fever--

 

I should leave this camp, and at whatever risk to my own carcass,

 

take them the assistance of my skill."

 

 

 

"Ask your pardon, sir, you would be very wrong," quoth Silver.

 

"You would lose your precious life, and you may lay to that.

 

I'm on your side now, hand and glove; and I shouldn't wish for

 

to see the party weakened, let alone yourself, seeing as I know

 

what I owes you. But these men down there, they couldn't keep

 

their word--no, not supposing they wished to; and what's more,

 

they couldn't believe as you could."

 

 

 

"No," said the doctor.

 

"You're the man to keep your word, we know that."

 

 

 

Well, that was about the last news we had of the three pirates.

 

Only once we heard a gunshot a great way off and supposed them

 

to be hunting. A council was held, and it was decided

 

that we must desert them on the island --to the huge glee,

 

I must say, of Ben Gunn, and with the strong approval of Gray.

 

We left a good stock of powder and shot, the bulk of the salt goat,

 

a few medicines, and some other necessaries, tools, clothing,

 

a spare sail, a fathom or two of rope, and by the particular desire

 

of the doctor, a handsome present of tobacco.

 

 

 

That was about our last doing on the island. Before that,

 

we had got the treasure stowed and had shipped enough water

 

and the remainder of the goat meat in case of any distress;

 

and at last, one fine morning, we weighed anchor, which was

 

about all that we could manage, and stood out of North Inlet,

 

the same colours flying that the captain had flown and fought under

 

at the palisade.

 

 

 

The three fellows must have been watching us closer

 

than we thought for, as we soon had proved. For coming

 

through the narrows, we had to lie very near the southern point,

 

and there we saw all three of them kneeling together

 

on a spit of sand, with their arms raised in supplication.

 

It went to all our hearts, I think, to leave them in that wretched

 

state; but we could not risk another mutiny; and to take them home

 

for the gibbet would have been a cruel sort of kindness.

 

The doctor hailed them and told them of the stores we had left,

 

and where they were to find them. But they continued to call us

 

by name and appeal to us, for God's sake, to be merciful and not

 

leave them to die in such a place.

 

 

 

At last, seeing the ship still bore on her course and was now swiftly

 

drawing out of earshot, one of them--I know not which it was--

 

leapt to his feet with a hoarse cry, whipped his musket

 

to his shoulder, and sent a shot whistling over Silver's head

 

and through the main-sail.

 

 

 

After that, we kept under cover of the bulwarks, and when

 

next I looked out they had disappeared from the spit, and the spit

 

itself had almost melted out of sight in the growing distance.

 

That was, at least, the end of that; and before noon,

 

to my inexpressible joy, the highest rock of Treasure Island

 

had sunk into the blue round of sea.

 

 

 

We were so short of men that everyone on board had to bear

 

a hand--only the captain lying on a mattress in the stern

 

and giving his orders, for though greatly recovered he was still

 

in want of quiet. We laid her head for the nearest port

 

in Spanish America, for we could not risk the voyage home

 

without fresh hands; and as it was, what with baffling winds

 

and a couple of fresh gales, we were all worn out before

 

we reached it.

 

 

 

It was just at sundown when we cast anchor in a most beautiful

 

land-locked gulf, and were immediately surrounded by shore boats

 

full of Negroes and Mexican Indians and half-bloods

 

selling fruits and vegetables and offering to dive for bits of money.

 

The sight of so many good-humoured faces (especially the blacks),

 

the taste of the tropical fruits, and above all the lights that began

 

to shine in the town made a most charming contrast to our dark

 

and bloody sojourn on the island; and the doctor and the squire,

 

taking me along with them, went ashore to pass the early part

 

of the night. Here they met the captain of an English man-of-war,

 

fell in talk with him, went on board his ship, and, in short,

 

had so agreeable a time that day was breaking when we came

 

alongside the HISPANIOLA.

 

 

 

Ben Gunn was on deck alone, and as soon as we came on board

 

he began, with wonderful contortions, to make us a confession.

 

Silver was gone. The maroon had connived at his escape in

 

a shore boat some hours ago, and he now assured us he had only

 

done so to preserve our lives, which would certainly have been

 

forfeit if "that man with the one leg had stayed aboard."

 

But this was not all. The sea-cook had not gone empty-handed.

 

He had cut through a bulkhead unobserved and had removed

 

one of the sacks of coin, worth perhaps three or four hundred

 

guineas, to help him on his further wanderings.

 

 

 

I think we were all pleased to be so cheaply quit of him.

 

 

 

Well, to make a long story short, we got a few hands on board,

 

made a good cruise home, and the HISPANIOLA reached Bristol

 

just as Mr. Blandly was beginning to think of fitting out her consort.

 

Five men only of those who had sailed returned with her.

 

"Drink and the devil had done for the rest," with a vengeance,

 

although, to be sure, we were not quite in so bad a case

 

as that other ship they sang about:

 

 

 

With one man of her crew alive,

What put to sea with seventy-five.

 

 

 

All of us had an ample share of the treasure and used it wisely

 

or foolishly, according to our natures. Captain Smollett is now

 

retired from the sea. Gray not only saved his money, but being

 

suddenly smit with the desire to rise, also studied his profession,

 

and he is now mate and part owner of a fine full-rigged ship,

 

married besides, and the father of a family. As for Ben Gunn,

 

he got a thousand pounds, which he spent or lost in three weeks,

 

or to be more exact, in nineteen days, for he was back begging

 

on the twentieth. Then he was given a lodge to keep,

 

exactly as he had feared upon the island; and he still lives,

 

a great favourite, though something of a butt, with the country

 

boys, and a notable singer in church on Sundays and saints' days.

 

Of Silver we have heard no more. That formidable seafaring man

 

with one leg has at last gone clean out of my life; but I dare say

 

he met his old Negress, and perhaps still lives in comfort

 

with her and Captain Flint. It is to be hoped so, I suppose,

 

for his chances of comfort in another world are very small.

 

 

 

The bar silver and the arms still lie, for all that I know,

 

where Flint buried them; and certainly they shall lie there for me.

 

Oxen and wain-ropes would not bring me back again

 

to that accursed island; and the worst dreams that ever I have

 

are when I hear the surf booming about its coasts

 

or start upright in bed with the sharp voice of Captain Flint

 

still ringing in my ears: "Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!"

 

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