Treasure Island (Paperback)

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“Take a look at this magnificent new edition of one of the best adventure stories ever written. John Lawrence's hand-colored, vinyl-cut, and wood-textured illustrations richly evoke the atmosphere and drama of the one of the best adventure stories ever written in this magnificent new edition. An unusually beautiful piece of bookmaking, and a special gift for any time of the year.”
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PART ONE--The Old Buccaneer1The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral BenbowSQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen havingasked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, fromthe beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of theisland, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, Itake up my pen in the year of grace 17__ and go back to the time whenmy father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with thesabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof.I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to theinn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow--atall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over theshoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, withblack, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, lividwhite. I remember him looking round the cover and whistling to himselfas he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang sooften 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 andbroken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit ofstick 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 stilllooking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard."This is a handy cove," says he at length; "and a pleasant sittyatedgrog-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," hecried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and helpup my chest. I'll stay here a bit," he continued. "I'm a plain man; rumand bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up there for to watchships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, Isee what you're at--there"; and he threw down three or four gold pieceson the threshold. "You can tell me when I've worked through that," sayshe, looking as fierce as a commander.And indeed bad as his clothes were and coarsely as he spoke, he had noneof the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast, but seemed likea mate or skipper accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who camewith the barrow told us the mail had set him down the morning before atthe Royal George, that he had inquired what inns there were along thecoast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose, and described aslonely, had chosen it from the others for his place of residence.

Product Details
ISBN: 9781731177933
ISBN-10: 1731177933
Publisher: Independently Published
Publication Date: November 11th, 2018
Pages: 134
Language: English