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Squire
Trelawney
Doctor
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
and
go
back
to
the
time
when
my
father
kept
the
Admiral
Benbow
Inn
and
the
brown
old
seaman
with
the
saber
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
pig
tail
falling
over
the
shoulders
of
his
soiled
blue
coat
his
hands
ragged
and
scarred
with
black
broken
nails
and
the
saber
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
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
said
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
parlor
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
he
would
look
in
at
him
through
the
curtained
door
before
he
entered
the
parlor
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
Vladislav
Novikov
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
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
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
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
neighbors
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
around
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
Vladislav
Novikov
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
neighbors
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
toward
the
end
when
my
poor
father
was
far
gone
in
a
decline
that
took
him
off
Doctor
Livesey
came
late
one
afternoon
to
see
the
patient
took
a
bit
of
dinner
from
my
mother
and
went
into
the
parlor
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
Doctor
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
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
Doctor
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
oath
Silence
there
between
decks
Were
you
addressing
me
sir
said
the
doctor
and
when
the
ruffian
had
told
him
with
another
oath
that
this
was
so
replied
I
have
only
one
thing
to
say
to
you
sir
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
into
your
pocket
I
promise
upon
my
honor
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
to
night
s
I
ll
take
effectual
means
to
have
you
hunted
down
and
routed
out
of
this
Let
that
suffice
Soon
after
Doctor
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