PART ONE --
The Old Buccaneer 0
1
The Old Sea-dog 1
at
the Admiral Benbow 2
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY 3
,
Dr. Livesey 4
, and
the rest of these gentlemen 5
having asked
me 6
to write down the whole particulars about
Treasure Island 7
, from the beginning to the end , keeping nothing back but the bearings of
the island 7
, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted ,
I 6
take up
my 6
pen in the year of grace 17 __ and go back to the time when
my 6
father 8
kept
the Admiral Benbow inn 2
and
the brown old seaman 1
with the sabre cut first took up
his 1
lodging under
our 9
roof 2
.
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
my 6
father 8
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
? "
My 6
father 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
our 9
guest 1
.
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
our 9
house 2
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
the captain
himself 1
1
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 .
My 6
father 8
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
my 6
father 8
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
my 6
poor father 8
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
his 1
room 55
, 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
none of
us 9
67
had ever seen open .
He 1
was only once crossed , and that was towards the end , when
my 6
poor father 8
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
my 6
mother 57
, 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 ! "