I 6
remember him 1
as if it were yesterday , as he 1
came plodding to the inn 2
door , his 1
sea-chest following behind him 1
in a hand-barrow -- a tall , strong , heavy , nut-brown man 1
, his 1
tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his 1
soiled blue coat , his 1
hands ragged and scarred , with black , broken nails , and the sabre cut across one cheek , a dirty , livid white .
I 6
remember him 1
looking round the cover 10
and whistling to himself 1
as he 1
did so , and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he 1
sang so often afterwards : " Fifteen men 11
on the dead man 12
'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 13
.
Then he 1
rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he 1
carried , and when appeared , called roughly for a glass of rum .
This , when it was brought to him 1
, he 1
drank slowly , like a connoisseur , lingering on the taste and still looking about him 1
at the cliffs 14
and up at our 9
signboard .
" This 15
is a handy cove 71
, " says he 1
at length ; " and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop 64
.
Much company 16
, mate 8
? "
told him 1
no , very little company 17
, the more was the pity .
" Well , then , " said he 1
, " this 2
is the berth 70
for me 1
.
Here you 18
, matey 18
, " he 1
cried to the man who trundled the barrow 18
; " bring up alongside and help up my 1
chest .
I 1
'll stay here 2
a bit , " he 1
continued .
" I 1
'm a plain man 74
; rum and bacon and eggs is what I 1
want , and that head up there for to watch ships off .
What you 9
mought call me 1
?
You 9
mought call me 1
captain 19
.
Oh , I 1
see what you 9
're at -- there " ; and he 1
threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold .
" You 9
can tell me 1
when I 1
've worked through that , " says he 1
, looking as fierce as a commander 65
.
And indeed bad as his 1
clothes were and coarsely as he 1
spoke , he 1
had none of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast 66
, but seemed like a mate 72
or skipper accustomed to be obeyed or to strike 73
.
The man who came with the barrow 18
told us 9
the mail had set him 1
down the morning before at the Royal George 20
, that he 1
had inquired what inns 21
there were along the coast 22
, and hearing ours 2
well spoken of , I 6
suppose , and described as lonely , had chosen it 2
from the others 21
for his 1
place of residence
23 .
And that was all we 9
could learn of .
He 1
was a very silent man 75
by custom .
All day he 1
hung round the cove 15
or upon the cliffs 14
with a brass telescope ; all evening he 1
sat in a corner of
the parlour 26
next
the fire 25
24 and drank rum and water very strong .
Mostly he 1
would not speak when spoken to , only look up sudden and fierce and blow through his 1
nose like a fog-horn ; and we 9
and the people who came about
27 soon learned to let him 1
be .
Every day when he 1
came back from his 1
stroll he 1
would ask if any seafaring men 28
had gone by along the road 29
.
At first we 9
thought it was the want of company of his 1
own kind that made him 1
ask this question , but at last we 9
began to see he 1
was desirous to avoid them 28
.
When a seaman 30
did put up at the Admiral Benbow 2
( as now and then some 68
did , making by the coast road 29
for Bristol 31
) he 1
would look in at him 1
through the curtained door before he 1
entered the parlour 26
; and he 1
was always sure to be as silent as a mouse when any such was present .
For me 6
, at least , there was no secret about the matter , for I 6
was , in a way , a sharer in
his 1
alarms
81 .
He 1
had taken me 6
aside one day and promised me 6
a silver fourpenny on the first of every month if I 6
would only keep my 6
" weather-eye open for a seafaring man with one leg 32
" and let him 1
know the moment he 32
appeared .
Often enough when the first of the month came round and I 6
applied to him 1
for my 6
wage , he 1
would only blow through his 1
nose at me 6
and stare me 6
down , but before the week was out he 1
was sure to think better of it , bring me 6
my 6
four-penny piece , and repeat his 1
orders to look out for " the seafaring man with one leg 32
. "
How that personage 32
haunted my 6
dreams , I 6
need scarcely tell you 33
.
On stormy nights , when the wind shook the four corners of the house 2
and the surf roared along the cove 15
and up the cliffs 14
, I 6
would see him 32
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 32
was a monstrous kind of a creature who had never had but the one leg , and that in the middle of
his 32
body
80 .
To see him 32
leap and run and pursue me 6
over hedge and ditch was the worst of nightmares .
And altogether I 6
paid pretty dear for my 6
monthly fourpenny piece , in the shape of these abominable fancies .
But though I 6
was so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man 32
with one leg , I 6
was far less afraid of than anybody else who knew
him 1
34 .
There were nights when he 1
took a deal more rum and water than his 1
head would carry ; and then he 1
would sometimes sit and sing his 1
wicked , old , wild sea-songs , minding nobody 35
; but sometimes he 1
would call for glasses round and force all the trembling company 36
to listen to his 1
stories or bear a chorus to his 1
singing .
Often I 6
have heard the house 2
shaking with " Yo-ho-ho , and a bottle of rum , " all the neighbours 37
joining in for dear life , with the fear of death upon them 37
, and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark .
For in these fits he 1
was the most overriding companion 76
ever known ; he 1
would slap his 1
hand on the table for silence all round ; he 1
would fly up in a passion of anger at a question , or sometimes because none was put , and so he 1
judged the company 38
was not following his 1
story .
Nor would he 1
allow anyone 39
to leave the inn 2
till he 1
had drunk himself 1
sleepy and reeled off to bed .
His 1
stories were what frightened people 40
worst of all .
Dreadful stories they were -- about hanging , and walking the plank , and storms at sea 41
, and the Dry Tortugas 42
, and wild deeds and places on
the Spanish Main 43
44 .
By his 1
own account he 1
must have lived his 1
life among some of the wickedest men that
God 45
ever allowed upon
the sea 41
69 , and the language in which he 1
told these stories shocked our 9
plain country people
46 almost as much as the crimes that he 1
described .
was always saying the inn 2
would be ruined , for people 47
would soon cease coming there 2
to be tyrannized over and put down , and sent shivering to their 47
beds ; but I 6
really believe his 1
presence did us 9
good .
People 48
were frightened at the time , but on looking back they 48
rather liked it ; it was a fine excitement in a quiet country life , and there was even a party of the younger men 49
who pretended to admire him 1
, calling him 1
a " true sea-dog " 77
and a " real old salt " 78
and such like names , and saying there was the sort of man that made
England 50
terrible at
sea 41
1 .
In one way , indeed , he 1
bade fair to ruin us 9
, for he 1
kept on staying week after week , and at last month after month , so that all the money had been long exhausted , and still never plucked up the heart to insist on having more .
If ever he 8
mentioned it , the captain 1
blew through his 1
nose so loudly that you 51
might say he 1
roared , and stared out of the room 52
.
I 6
have seen him 8
wringing his 8
hands after such a rebuff , and I 6
am sure the annoyance and the terror he 8
lived in must have greatly hastened his 8
early and unhappy death .
All the time he 1
lived with us 9
the captain 1
made no change whatever in his 1
dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker 53
.
One of the cocks of his 1
hat having fallen down , he 1
let it hang from that day forth , though it was a great annoyance when it blew .
I 6
remember the appearance of his 1
coat , which he 1
patched himself 1
upstairs 54
in , and which , before the end , was nothing but patches .
He 1
never wrote or received a letter , and he 1
never spoke with any but the neighbours 56
, and with these , for the most part , only when drunk on rum .
The great sea-chest had ever seen open .
He 1
was only once crossed , and that was towards the end , when was far gone in a decline that took him 8
off .
Dr. Livesey 4
came late one afternoon to see the patient 8
, took a bit of dinner from , and went into the parlour 26
to smoke a pipe until his 4
horse should come down from the hamlet 58
, for we 9
had no stabling at the old Benbow 2
.
I 6
followed him 4
in , and I 6
remember observing the contrast the neat , bright doctor 4
, with his 4
powder as white as snow and his 4
bright , black eyes and pleasant manners , made with the coltish country folk 59
, and above all , with that filthy , heavy , bleared scarecrow of a pirate of ours 1
, sitting , far gone in rum , with his 1
arms on the table .
Suddenly he 1
-- the captain 1
, that is -- began to pipe up his 1
eternal song : " Fifteen men 11
on the dead man 12
's chest -- Yo-ho-ho , and a bottle of rum !
Drink and the devil 60
had done for the rest -- Yo-ho-ho , and a bottle of rum ! "
At first I 6
had supposed " the dead man 12
's chest " to be that identical big box of his 1
upstairs 61
in the front room 55
, and the thought had been mingled in my 6
nightmares with that of the one-legged seafaring man 32
.
But by this time we 9
had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song ; it was new , that night , to nobody but
Dr. Livesey 4
62 , and on him 4
I 6
observed it did not produce an agreeable effect , for he 4
looked up for a moment quite angrily before he 4
went on with his 4
talk to old Taylor 63
, the gardener 79
, on a new cure for the rheumatics .
In the meantime , the captain 1
gradually brightened up at his 1
own music , and at last flapped his 1
hand upon the table before him 1
in a way we 9
all knew to mean silence .
The voices stopped at once , all but Dr. Livesey 4
's ; he 4
went on as before speaking clear and kind and drawing briskly at his 4
pipe between every word or two .
The captain 1
glared at him 4
for a while , flapped his 1
hand again , glared still harder , and at last broke out with a villainous , low oath , " Silence , there , between decks ! "