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1But though I was so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man with one leg, I was far less afraid of the captain
2himself than anybody else who knew him. There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head would
3carry; and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked, old, wild sea-songs, minding nobody; but sometimes he would
4call for glasses round and force all the trembling company to listen to his stories or bear a chorus to his singing.
5Often I have heard the house shaking with "Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum," all the neighbours joining in for dear life,
6with the fear of death upon them, and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark. For in these fits he was the
7most overriding companion ever known; he would slap his hand on the table for silence all round; he would fly up in a
8passion of anger at a question, or sometimes because none was put, and so he judged the company was not following his
9story. Nor would he allow anyone to leave the inn till he had drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed. His stories
10were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories they were--about hanging, and walking the plank, and storms
11at sea, and the Dry Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanish Main. By his own account he must have lived his
12life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea, and the language in which he told these stories
13shocked our plain country people almost as much as the crimes that he described. My father was always saying the inn
14would be ruined, for people would soon cease coming there to be tyrannized over and put down, and sent shivering to
15their beds; but I really believe his presence did us good. People were frightened at the time, but on looking back they
16rather liked it; it was a fine excitement in a quiet country life, and there was even a party of the younger men who
17pretended to admire him, calling him a "true sea-dog" and a "real old salt" and such like names, and saying there was
18the sort of man that made England terrible at sea. In one way, indeed, he bade fair to ruin us, for he kept on staying
19week after week, and at last month after month, so that all the money had been long exhausted, and still my father never
20plucked up the heart to insist on having more. If ever he mentioned it, the captain blew through his nose so loudly that
21you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hands after such a
22rebuff, and I am sure the annoyance and the terror he lived in must have greatly hastened his early and unhappy death.
23All the time he lived with us the captain made no change whatever in his dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker.
24One of the cocks of his hat having fallen down, he let it hang from that day forth, though it was a great annoyance when
25it blew. I remember the appearance of his coat, which he patched himself upstairs in his room, and which, before the
26end, was nothing but patches. He never wrote or received a letter, and he never spoke with any but the neighbours, and
27with these, for the most part, only when drunk on rum. The great sea-chest none of us had ever seen open. He was only
28once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off. Dr. Livesey
29came late one afternoon to see the patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and went into the parlour to smoke a
30pipe until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old Benbow. I followed him in, and
31I remember observing the contrast the neat, bright doctor, with his powder as white as snow and his bright, black eyes
32and pleasant manners, made with the coltish country folk, and above all, with that filthy, heavy, bleared scarecrow of a
33pirate of ours, sitting, far gone in rum, with his arms on the table. Suddenly he--the captain, that is--began to pipe
34up 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
35for 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
36box of his upstairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the one-legged
37seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song; it was new, that night,
38to nobody but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment
39quite angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the rheumatics. In the
40meantime, the captain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at last flapped his hand upon the table before him
41in a way we all knew to mean silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr. Livesey's; he went on as before speaking
42clear and kind and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him for a while, flapped
43his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous, low oath, "Silence, there, between decks!"
44"Were you addressing me, sir?" says the doctor; and when the ruffian had told him, with another oath, that this was so,
45"I have only one thing to say to you, sir," replies the doctor, "that if you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon
46be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!" The old fellow's fury was awful. He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's
47clasp-knife, and balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor to the wall. The doctor never
48so much as moved. He spoke to him as before, over his shoulder and in the same tone of voice, rather high, so that all
49the room might hear, but perfectly calm and steady: "If you do not put that knife this instant in your pocket, I
50promise, upon my honour, you shall hang at the next assizes." Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the
51captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog. "And now, sir,"
52continued the doctor, "since I now know there's such a fellow in my district, you may count I'll have an eye upon you
53day 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
54for a piece of incivility like tonight's, I'll take effectual means to have you hunted down and routed out of this. Let
55that suffice." Soon after, Dr. Livesey's horse came to the door and he rode away, but the captain held his peace that
56evening, and for many evenings to come. II Black Dog Appears and Disappears It was not very long after this that there
57occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his
58affairs. It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that my
59poor father was little likely to see the spring. He sank daily, and my mother and I had all the inn upon our hands, and
60were kept busy enough without paying much regard to our unpleasant guest. It was one January morning, very early--a
61pinching, frosty morning--the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low
62and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward. The captain had risen earlier than usual and set out down the
63beach, his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass telescope under his arm, his hat
64tilted back upon his head. I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound I
65heard of him as he turned the big rock was a loud snort of indignation, as though his mind was still running upon Dr.
66Livesey.
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