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1TREASURE ISLAND by Robert Louis Stevenson TREASURE ISLAND To S.L.O., an American gentleman in accordance with whose
2classic taste the following narrative has been designed, it is now, in return for numerous delightful hours, and with
3the kindest wishes, dedicated by his affectionate friend, the author. TO THE HESITATING PURCHASER If sailor tales to
4sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons, And buccaneers, and buried gold,
5And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters
6of today: --So be it, and fall on! If not, If studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites forgot, Kingston, or
7Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper of the wood and wave: So be it, also! And may I And all my pirates share the grave Where
8these and their creations lie! CONTENTS PART ONE The Old Buccaneer I. THE OLD SEA-DOG AT THE ADMIRAL BENBOW . . . . 11
9II. BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS . . . . . . 17 III. THE BLACK SPOT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24 IV. THE SEA-CHEST
10. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30 V. THE LAST OF THE BLIND MAN . . . . . . . . . . 36 VI. THE CAPTAIN'S PAPERS . . . . .
11. . . . . . . 41 PART TWO The Sea Cook VII. I GO TO BRISTOL . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 VIII. AT THE SIGN OF THE
12SPY-GLASS . . . . . . . 54 IX. POWDER AND ARMS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59 X. THE VOYAGE . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
13. . . . 64 XI. WHAT I HEARD IN THE APPLE-BARREL . . . . . . 70 XII. COUNCIL OF WAR . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 76 PART
14THREE My Shore Adventure XIII. HOW I BEGAN MY SHORE ADVENTURE . . . . . . 82 XIV. THE FIRST BLOW . . . . . . . . . . . .
15. . . 87 XV. THE MAN OF THE ISLAND. . . . . . . . . . . . 93 PART FOUR The Stockade XVI. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE
16DOCTOR: HOW THE SHIP WAS ABANDONED . . . . . . . . 100 XVII. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE DOCTOR: THE JOLLY-BOAT'S LAST
17TRIP . . . . . . . . 105 XVIII. NARRATIVE CONTINUED BY THE DOCTOR: END OF THE FIRST DAY'S FIGHTING . . . . . 109 XIX.
18NARRATIVE RESUMED BY JIM HAWKINS: THE GARRISON IN THE STOCKADE . . . . . . . 114 XX. SILVER'S EMBASSY . . . . . . . . .
19. . . . . 120 XXI. THE ATTACK . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 125 PART FIVE My Sea Adventure XXII. HOW I BEGAN MY SEA
20ADVENTURE . . . . . . . 132 XXIII. THE EBB-TIDE RUNS . . . . . . . . . . . 138 XXIV. THE CRUISE OF THE CORACLE . . . . .
21. . . 143 XXV. I STRIKE THE JOLLY ROGER . . . . . . . . . 148 XXVI. ISRAEL HANDS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 153
22XXVII. "PIECES OF EIGHT" . . . . . . . . . . . 161 PART SIX Captain Silver XXVIII. IN THE ENEMY'S CAMP . . . . . . . . .
23. 168 XXIX. THE BLACK SPOT AGAIN . . . . . . . . . . . 176 XXX. ON PAROLE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 182 XXXI. THE
24TREASURE-HUNT--FLINT'S POINTER . . . . 189 XXXII. THE TREASURE-HUNT--THE VOICE AMONG THE TREES . . . . . . . . . . . . .
25. . . 195 XXXIII. THE FALL OF A CHIEFTAIN . . . . . . . . 201 XXXIV. AND LAST . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 207
26TREASURE ISLAND PART ONE--The Old Buccaneer I The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and
27the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the
28beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure
29not 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
30Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof. I remember him as if it
31were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow--a tall,
32strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and
33scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking
34round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often
35afterwards: "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-- Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" in the high, old tottering voice that
36seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a
37handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to
38him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our
39signboard. "This is a handy cove," says he at length; "and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?" My
40father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity. "Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Here
41you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a
42bit," 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
43off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, I see what you're at--there"; and he threw down three or
44four gold pieces on the threshold. "You can tell me when I've worked through that," says he, looking as fierce as a
45commander. And indeed bad as his clothes were and coarsely as he spoke, he had none of the appearance of a man who
46sailed before the mast, but seemed like a mate or skipper accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with
47the barrow told us the mail had set him down the morning before at the Royal George, that he had inquired what inns
48there were along the coast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose, and described as lonely, had chosen it from the
49others for his place of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest. He was a very silent man by custom. All
50day he hung round the cove or upon the cliffs with a brass telescope; all evening he sat in a corner of the parlour next
51the fire and drank rum and water very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken to, only look up sudden and fierce
52and blow through his nose like a fog-horn; and we and the people who came about our house soon learned to let him be.
53Every day when he came back from his stroll he would ask if any seafaring men had gone by along the road. At first we
54thought 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
55desirous to avoid them. When a seaman did put up at the Admiral Benbow (as now and then some did, making by the coast
56road for Bristol) he would look in at him through the curtained door before he entered the parlour; and he was always
57sure 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
58was, 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
59every month if I would only keep my "weather-eye open for a seafaring man with one leg" and let him know the moment he
60appeared. Often enough when the first of the month came round and I applied to him for my wage, he would only blow
61through 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
62four-penny piece, and repeat his orders to look out for "the seafaring man with one leg." How that personage haunted my
63dreams, I need scarcely tell you. On stormy nights, when the wind shook the four corners of the house and the surf
64roared along the cove and up the cliffs, I would see him in a thousand forms, and with a thousand diabolical
65expressions. 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
66never 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
67ditch was the worst of nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for my monthly fourpenny piece, in the shape of
68these abominable fancies.
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