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Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

Treasure Island is an adventure novel by Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson, narrating a tale of "pirates and buried gold". First published as a book on 23rd May 1883, it was originally serialized in the children's magazine Young Folks between 1881-82 under the title Treasure Island; or, the mutiny of the Hispaniola and the pseudonym Captain George North. | TREASURE ISLAND by Robert Louis Stevenson Prepared and Published by Ebd E-BooksDirectory.com TREASURE ISLAND PART ONE The Old Buccaneer 1 The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow SQUIRE TRELAWNEY Dr. 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 17__and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre 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 pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat his hands ragged and scarred with black broken nails and the sabre cut across one cheek a dirty livid white. I remember him looking round the cover 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