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Every
day
when
he
came
back
from
his
stroll
he
would
ask
if
any
seafaring
men
had
gone
by
along
the
road
.
At
first
we
thought
it
was
the
want
of
company
of
his
own
kind
that
made
him
ask
this
question
,
but
at
last
we
began
to
see
he
was
desirous
to
avoid
them
.
When
a
seaman
did
put
up
at
the
Admiral
Benbow
(
as
now
and
then
some
did
,
making
by
the
coast
road
for
Bristol
)
he
would
look
in
at
him
through
the
curtained
door
before
he
entered
the
parlour
;
and
he
was
always
sure
to
be
as
silent
as
a
mouse
when
any
such
was
present
.
For
me
,
at
least
,
there
was
no
secret
about
the
matter
,
for
I
was
,
in
a
way
,
a
sharer
in
his
alarms
.
He
had
taken
me
aside
one
day
and
promised
me
a
silver
fourpenny
on
the
first
of
every
month
if
I
would
only
keep
my
"
weather-eye
open
for
a
seafaring
man
with
one
leg
"
and
let
him
know
the
moment
he
appeared
.
Often
enough
when
the
first
of
the
month
came
round
and
I
applied
to
him
for
my
wage
,
he
would
only
blow
through
his
nose
at
me
and
stare
me
down
,
but
before
the
week
was
out
he
was
sure
to
think
better
of
it
,
bring
me
my
four-penny
piece
,
and
repeat
his
orders
to
look
out
for
"
the
seafaring
man
with
one
leg
.
"
How
How
that
that
personage
personage
haunted
my
dreams
dreams
,
I
I
need
need
scarcely
tell
tell
you
you
.
.
On
stormy
nights
,
when
the
wind
shook
the
four
corners
of
the
house
and
the
surf
roared
along
the
cove
and
up
the
cliffs
,
I
would
see
him
in
a
thousand
forms
,
and
with
a
thousand
diabolical
expressions
.
Now
the
the
leg
leg
would
would
be
be
cut
cut
off
off
at
at
the
the
knee
knee
,
,
now
now
at
at
the
hip
hip
;
;
now
now
he
he
was
was
a
a
monstrous
monstrous
kind
kind
of
of
a
creature
creature
who
who
had
had
never
never
had
but
but
the
the
one
one
leg
leg
,
and
and
that
that
in
in
the
the
middle
of
of
his
his
body
body
.
.
To
see
him
leap
and
run
and
pursue
me
over
hedge
and
ditch
was
the
worst
of
nightmares
.
And
altogether
altogether
I
I
paid
pretty
pretty
dear
dear
for
for
my
my
monthly
monthly
fourpenny
fourpenny
piece
piece
,
,
in
in
the
the
shape
shape
of
of
these
these
abominable
abominable
fancies
.
But
though
I
was
so
terrified
by
the
idea
of
the
seafaring
man
with
one
leg
,
I
was
far
less
afraid
of
the
captain
himself
than
anybody
else
who
knew
him
.
There
were
nights
when
he
took
a
deal
more
rum
and
water
than
his
head
would
carry
;
and
then
he
would
sometimes
sit
and
sing
his
wicked
,
old
,
wild
sea-songs
,
minding
nobody
;
but
sometimes
he
would
call
for
glasses
round
and
force
all
the
trembling
company
to
listen
to
his
stories
or
bear
a
chorus
to
his
singing
.
Often
I
have
heard
the
house
shaking
with
"
Yo-ho-ho
,
and
a
bottle
of
rum
,
"
all
the
neighbours
joining
in
for
dear
life
,
with
the
fear
of
death
upon
them
,
and
each
singing
louder
than
the
other
to
avoid
remark
.
For
in
these
fits
he
was
the
most
overriding
companion
ever
known
;
he
would
slap
his
hand
on
the
table
for
silence
all
round
;
he
would
fly
up
in
a
passion
of
anger
at
a
question
,
or
sometimes
because
none
was
put
,
and
so
he
judged
the
company
was
not
following
his
story
.
Nor
would
he
allow
anyone
to
leave
the
inn
till
he
had
drunk
himself
sleepy
and
reeled
off
to
bed
.
His
His
stories
stories
were
were
what
what
frightened
frightened
people
people
worst
worst
of
all
all
.
.
Dreadful
stories
they
were
--
about
hanging
,
and
walking
the
plank
,
and
storms
at
sea
,
and
the
Dry
Tortugas
,
and
wild
deeds
and
places
on
the
Spanish
Main
.
By
By
his
own
own
account
account
he
he
must
must
have
have
lived
lived
his
his
life
life
among
among
some
some
of
of
the
the
wickedest
wickedest
men
men
that
that
God
God
ever
ever
allowed
allowed
upon
upon
the
the
sea
sea
,
,
and
and
the
the
language
language
in
in
which
which
he
he
told
told
these
these
stories
stories
shocked
shocked
our
our
plain
plain
country
country
people
people
almost
almost
as
as
much
much
as
as
the
the
crimes
crimes
that
that
he
he
described
described
.
.
My
father
was
always
saying
the
inn
would
be
ruined
,
for
people
would
soon
cease
coming
there
to
be
tyrannized
over
and
put
down
,
and
sent
shivering
to
their
beds
;
but
I
really
believe
his
presence
did
us
good
.
People
were
frightened
at
the
time
,
but
on
looking
back
they
rather
liked
it
;
it
was
a
fine
excitement
in
a
quiet
country
life
,
and
there
was
even
a
party
of
the
younger
men
who
pretended
to
admire
him
,
calling
him
a
"
true
sea-dog
"
and
a
"
real
old
salt
"
and
such
like
names
,
and
saying
there
was
the
sort
of
man
that
made
England
terrible
at
sea
.
In
one
way
,
indeed
,
he
bade
fair
to
ruin
us
,
for
he
kept
on
staying
week
after
week
,
and
at
last
month
after
month
,
so
that
all
the
money
had
been
long
exhausted
,
and
still
my
father
never
plucked
up
the
heart
to
insist
on
having
more
.
If
ever
ever
he
he
mentioned
mentioned
it
it
,
,
the
the
captain
captain
blew
blew
through
his
his
nose
nose
so
so
loudly
loudly
that
that
you
you
might
might
say
say
he
he
roared
roared
,
,
and
and
stared
stared
my
my
poor
poor
father
out
out
of
the
the
room
room
.
.
I
have
seen
him
wringing
his
hands
after
such
a
rebuff
,
and
I
am
sure
the
annoyance
and
the
terror
he
lived
in
must
have
greatly
hastened
his
early
and
unhappy
death
.
All
the
time
he
lived
with
us
the
captain
made
no
change
whatever
in
his
dress
but
to
buy
some
stockings
from
a
hawker
.
One
of
the
cocks
of
his
hat
having
fallen
down
,
he
let
it
hang
from
that
day
forth
,
though
it
was
a
great
annoyance
when
it
blew
.
I
remember
the
appearance
of
his
coat
,
which
he
patched
himself
upstairs
in
his
room
,
and
which
,
before
the
end
,
was
nothing
but
patches
.
He
never
wrote
or
received
a
letter
,
and
he
never
spoke
with
any
but
the
neighbours
,
and
with
these
,
for
the
most
part
,
only
when
drunk
on
rum
.
The
great
sea-chest
none
of
us
had
ever
seen
open
.
He
He
was
was
only
only
once
once
crossed
crossed
,
,
and
and
that
that
was
was
towards
towards
the
the
end
end
,
,
when
when
my
poor
poor
father
father
was
was
far
far
gone
gone
in
in
a
a
decline
decline
that
that
took
took
him
him
off
off
.
Dr.
Dr.
Livesey
came
came
late
one
one
afternoon
afternoon
to
to
see
see
the
the
patient
,
took
took
a
bit
bit
of
dinner
from
from
my
my
mother
mother
,
,
and
and
went
went
into
into
the
the
parlour
parlour
to
smoke
smoke
a
a
pipe
pipe
until
until
his
horse
horse
should
should
come
down
from
from
the
the
hamlet
,
,
for
for
we
we
had
had
no
no
stabling
stabling
at
at
the
the
old
old
Benbow
Benbow
.
.
I
followed
him
in
,
and
I
remember
observing
the
contrast
the
neat
,
bright
doctor
,
with
his
powder
as
white
as
snow
and
his
bright
,
black
eyes
and
pleasant
manners
,
made
with
the
coltish
country
folk
,
and
above
all
,
with
that
filthy
,
heavy
,
bleared
scarecrow
of
a
pirate
of
ours
,
sitting
,
far
gone
in
rum
,
with
his
arms
on
the
table
.
Suddenly
he
--
the
captain
,
that
is
--
began
to
pipe
up
his
eternal
song
:
"
Fifteen
men
on
the
dead
man
's
chest
--
