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"
A
trifle
more
of
that
man
,
"
he
would
say
,
"
and
I
shall
explode
.
"
We
had
some
heavy
weather
,
which
only
proved
the
qualities
of
the
Hispaniola
.
Every
man
on
board
seemed
well
content
,
and
they
must
have
been
hard
to
please
if
they
had
been
otherwise
,
for
it
is
my
belief
there
was
never
a
ship
's
company
so
spoiled
since
Noah
put
to
sea
.
Double
grog
was
going
on
the
least
excuse
;
there
was
duff
on
odd
days
,
as
,
for
instance
,
if
the
squire
heard
it
was
any
man
's
birthday
,
and
always
a
barrel
of
apples
standing
broached
in
the
waist
for
anyone
to
help
himself
that
had
a
fancy
.
"
Never
knew
good
come
of
it
yet
,
"
the
captain
said
to
Dr.
Livesey
.
"
Spoil
forecastle
hands
,
make
devils
.
That
's
my
belief
.
"
But
good
did
come
of
the
apple
barrel
,
as
you
shall
hear
,
for
if
it
had
not
been
for
that
,
we
should
have
had
no
note
of
warning
and
might
all
have
perished
by
the
hand
of
treachery
.
This
was
how
it
came
about
.
We
had
run
up
the
trades
to
get
the
wind
of
the
island
we
were
after
--
I
am
not
allowed
to
be
more
plain
--
and
now
we
were
running
down
for
it
with
a
bright
lookout
day
and
night
.
It
was
about
the
last
day
of
our
outward
voyage
by
the
largest
computation
;
some
time
that
night
,
or
at
latest
before
noon
of
the
morrow
,
we
should
sight
the
Treasure
Island
.
We
were
heading
S.
S.
W.
and
had
a
steady
breeze
abeam
and
a
quiet
sea
.
The
Hispaniola
rolled
steadily
,
dipping
her
bowsprit
now
and
then
with
a
whiff
of
spray
.
All
was
drawing
alow
and
aloft
;
everyone
was
in
the
bravest
spirits
because
we
were
now
so
near
an
end
of
the
first
part
of
our
adventure
.
Now
,
just
after
sundown
,
when
all
my
work
was
over
and
I
was
on
my
way
to
my
berth
,
it
occurred
to
me
that
I
should
like
an
apple
.
I
ran
on
deck
.
The
watch
was
all
forward
looking
out
for
the
island
.
The
man
at
the
helm
was
watching
the
luff
of
the
sail
and
whistling
away
gently
to
himself
,
and
that
was
the
only
sound
excepting
the
swish
of
the
sea
against
the
bows
and
around
the
sides
of
the
ship
.
In
In
I
I
got
got
bodily
bodily
into
into
the
the
apple
apple
barrel
barrel
,
,
and
and
found
there
there
was
was
scarce
scarce
an
an
apple
apple
left
left
;
;
but
but
sitting
sitting
down
down
there
there
in
in
the
the
dark
dark
,
,
what
what
with
with
the
the
sound
sound
of
of
the
the
waters
waters
and
and
the
the
rocking
rocking
movement
movement
of
of
the
the
ship
ship
,
,
I
I
had
had
either
either
fallen
fallen
asleep
asleep
or
or
was
was
on
on
the
the
point
of
of
doing
doing
so
so
when
a
a
heavy
heavy
man
man
sat
sat
down
down
with
with
rather
rather
a
a
clash
clash
close
close
by
by
.
.
The
barrel
shook
as
he
leaned
his
shoulders
against
it
,
and
I
was
just
about
to
jump
up
when
the
man
began
to
speak
.
It
It
was
was
Silver
Silver
's
's
voice
voice
,
,
and
and
before
before
I
I
had
had
heard
heard
a
a
dozen
words
words
,
,
I
I
would
would
not
not
have
have
shown
shown
myself
myself
for
for
all
all
the
the
world
world
,
,
but
but
lay
lay
there
there
,
,
trembling
and
and
listening
listening
,
in
in
the
the
extreme
extreme
of
of
fear
fear
and
and
curiosity
curiosity
,
,
for
for
from
from
these
dozen
dozen
words
words
I
understood
understood
that
that
the
the
lives
lives
of
of
all
all
the
the
honest
honest
men
men
aboard
aboard
depended
depended
upon
me
me
alone
alone
.
.
No
,
not
I
,
"
said
Silver
.
"
Flint
was
cap'n
;
I
was
quartermaster
,
along
of
my
timber
leg
.
The
same
broadside
I
lost
my
leg
,
old
Pew
lost
his
deadlights
.
It
was
a
master
surgeon
,
him
that
ampytated
me
--
out
of
college
and
all
--
Latin
by
the
bucket
,
and
what
not
;
but
he
was
hanged
like
a
dog
,
and
sun-dried
like
the
rest
,
at
Corso
Castle
.
That
was
Roberts
'
men
,
that
was
,
and
comed
of
changing
names
to
their
ships
--
Royal
Fortune
and
so
on
.
Now
,
what
a
ship
was
christened
,
so
let
her
stay
,
I
says
.
So
it
was
with
the
Cassandra
,
as
brought
us
all
safe
home
from
Malabar
,
after
England
took
the
viceroy
of
the
Indies
;
so
it
was
with
the
old
Walrus
,
Flint
's
old
ship
,
as
I
've
seen
amuck
with
the
red
blood
and
fit
to
sink
with
gold
.
"
