Treasure Island [antikvár]

PART I THE OLD BUCCANEER CHAPTER 1 The Old Sea Dog at the Admiral Benbow Squire Trelawney, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole parti-culars 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 ifit 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 pig-tail 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 sung so often afterward, "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest, Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"