Tales Of Adventure. Robert Louis Stevenson

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      Contents

      PART I

      THE OLD BUCCANEER

      I The Old Sea-dog at the ‘Admiral Benbow’

      II Black Dog Appears and Disappears

      III The Black Spot

      IV The Sea Chest

      V The Last of the Blind Man

      VI The Captain’s Papers

      PART II

      THE SEA COOK

      VII I Go to Bristol

      VIII At the Sign of the ‘Spy-glass’

      IX Powder and Arms

      X The Voyage

      XI What I Heard in the Apple Barrel

      XII Council of War

      PART III

      MY SHORE ADVENTURE

      XIII How My Shore Adventure Began

      XIV The First Blow

      XV The Man of the Island

      PART IV

      THE STOCKADE

      XVI Narrative Continued by the Doctor:How the Ship was Abandoned

      XVII Narrative Continued by the Doctor:The Jolly-boat’s Last Trip

      XVIII Narrative Continued by the Doctor: End of the First Day’s Fighting

      XIX Narrative Resumed by Jim Hawkins: The Garrison in the Stockade

      XX Silver’s Embassy

      XXI The Attack

      PART V

      MY SEA ADVENTURE

      XXII How My Sea Adventure Began

      XXIII The Ebb-tide Runs

      XXIV The Cruise of the Coracle

      XXV I Strike the Jolly Roger

      XXVI Israel Hands

      XXVII ‘Pieces of Eight’

      PART VI

      CAPTAIN SILVER

      XXVIII In the Enemy’s Camp

      XXIX The Black Spot Again

      XXX On Parole

      XXXI The Treasure Hunt – Flint’s Pointer

      XXXII The Treasure Hunt – The Voice Among the Trees

      XXXIII The Fall of a Chieftain

      XXXIV And Last

       PART I

THE OLD BUCCANEER

       CHAPTER ONE

       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 shoulders 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 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 СКАЧАТЬ