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      Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson

       Title: Treasure Island

       Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

       Release Date: February 25, 2006 [EBook #120]

       [This file last Updated: August 24, 2010] Language: English

       Character set encoding: ASCII

       *** TREASURE ISLAND ***

       Produced by Judy Boss, John Hamm and David Widger

       TREASURE ISLAND

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

       Contents

       TREASURE ISLAND PART ONE

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       PART TWO

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       PART THREE

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       PART FOUR

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       PART FIVE

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       PART SIX

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       34 THE OLD BUCCANEER

       THE OLD SEA-DOG AT THE ADMIRAL BENBOW BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS

       THE BLACK SPOT THE SEA-CHEST

       THE LAST OF THE BLIND MAN THE CAPTAIN'S PAPERS

       THE SEA-COOK

       I GO TO BRISTOL

       AT THE SIGN OF THE SPY-GLASS POWDER AND ARMS

       THE VOYAGE

       WHAT I HEARD IN THE APPLE BARREL COUNCIL OF WAR

       MY SHORE ADVENTURE

       HOW MY SHORE ADVENTURE BEGAN

       THE FIRST BLOW

       THE MAN OF THE ISLAND

       THE STOCKADE

       HOW THE SHIP WAS ABANDONED THE JOLLY-BOAT'S LAST TRIP

       END OF THE FIRST DAY'S FIGHTING THE GARRISON IN THE STOCKADE SILVER'S EMBASSY

       THE ATTACK

       MY SEA ADVENTURE

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       HOW MY SEA ADVENTURE BEGAN THE EBB-TIDE RUNS

       THE CRUISE OF THE CORACLE I STRIKE THE JOLLY ROGER ISRAEL HANDS

       "PIECES OF EIGHT"

       CAPTAIN SILVER

       IN THE ENEMY'S CAMP THE BLACK SPOT AGAIN ON PAROLE

       FLINT'S POINTER

       THE VOICE AMONG THE TREES THE FALL OF A CHIEFTAIN

       AND LAST

       TREASURE ISLAND

       To S.L.O., an American gentleman in accordance with whose classic taste the following narrative has been designed, it is now, in return for numerous delightful hours, and with the kindest wishes, dedicated by his affectionate friend, the author.

       TO THE HESITATING PURCHASER If sailor tales to sailor tunes,

       Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons, And buccaneers, and buried gold, And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way,

       Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of today:

       --So be it, and fall on! If not,

       If studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites forgot, Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper of the wood and wave: So be it, also! And may I

       And all my pirates share the grave

       Where these and their creations lie!

       TREASURE ISLAND

       PART ONE--The Old Buccaneer

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       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

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