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The
sun
had
just
set
,
the
sea
breeze
was
rustling
and
tumbling
in
the
woods
and
ruffling
the
grey
surface
of
the
anchorage
;
the
tide
,
too
,
was
far
out
,
and
great
tracts
of
sand
lay
uncovered
;
the
air
,
after
the
heat
of
the
day
,
chilled
me
through
my
jacket
.
The
Hispaniola
still
lay
where
she
had
anchored
;
but
,
sure
enough
,
there
was
the
Jolly
Roger
--
the
black
flag
of
piracy
--
flying
from
her
peak
.
Even
as
I
looked
,
there
came
another
red
flash
and
another
report
that
sent
the
echoes
clattering
,
and
one
more
round-shot
whistled
through
the
air
.
It
was
the
last
of
the
cannonade
.
I
I
lay
lay
for
for
some
some
time
time
watching
watching
the
the
bustle
bustle
which
which
succeeded
succeeded
the
the
attack
attack
.
.
Men
were
demolishing
something
with
axes
on
the
beach
near
the
stockade
--
the
poor
jolly-boat
,
I
afterwards
discovered
.
Away
Away
,
,
near
near
the
the
mouth
mouth
of
of
the
river
river
,
,
a
a
great
great
fire
fire
was
was
glowing
glowing
among
among
the
trees
trees
,
,
and
and
between
between
that
point
point
and
and
the
the
ship
ship
one
one
of
of
the
the
gigs
gigs
kept
coming
coming
and
and
going
going
,
,
the
the
men
men
,
,
whom
whom
I
I
had
had
seen
seen
so
so
gloomy
gloomy
,
,
shouting
shouting
at
the
the
oars
oars
like
like
children
children
.
.
But
there
was
a
sound
in
their
voices
which
suggested
rum
.
At
length
I
thought
I
might
return
towards
the
stockade
.
I
was
pretty
far
down
on
the
low
,
sandy
spit
that
encloses
the
anchorage
to
the
east
,
and
is
joined
at
half-water
to
Skeleton
Island
;
and
now
,
as
I
rose
to
my
feet
,
I
saw
,
some
distance
further
down
the
spit
and
rising
from
among
low
bushes
,
an
isolated
rock
,
pretty
high
,
and
peculiarly
white
in
colour
.
It
occurred
to
me
that
this
might
be
the
white
rock
of
which
Ben
Gunn
had
spoken
and
that
some
day
or
other
a
boat
might
be
wanted
and
I
should
know
where
to
look
for
one
.
Then
I
skirted
among
the
woods
until
I
had
regained
the
rear
,
or
shoreward
side
,
of
the
stockade
,
and
was
soon
warmly
welcomed
by
the
faithful
party
.
I
had
soon
told
my
story
and
began
to
look
about
me
.
The
log-house
was
made
of
unsquared
trunks
of
pine
--
roof
,
walls
,
and
floor
.
The
latter
stood
in
several
places
as
much
as
a
foot
or
a
foot
and
a
half
above
the
surface
of
the
sand
.
There
was
a
porch
at
the
door
,
and
under
this
porch
the
little
spring
welled
up
into
an
artificial
basin
of
a
rather
odd
kind
--
no
other
than
a
great
ship
's
kettle
of
iron
,
with
the
bottom
knocked
out
,
and
sunk
"
to
her
bearings
,
"
as
the
captain
said
,
among
the
sand
.
Little
had
been
left
besides
the
framework
of
the
house
,
but
in
one
corner
there
was
a
stone
slab
laid
down
by
way
of
hearth
and
an
old
rusty
iron
basket
to
contain
the
fire
.
The
The
slopes
slopes
of
of
the
the
knoll
knoll
and
and
all
all
the
the
inside
inside
of
of
the
the
stockade
stockade
had
had
been
been
cleared
cleared
of
of
timber
timber
to
to
build
build
the
the
house
house
,
,
and
and
we
we
could
could
see
see
by
by
the
the
stumps
stumps
what
what
a
a
fine
fine
and
and
lofty
lofty
grove
grove
had
had
been
been
destroyed
destroyed
.
.
Most
of
the
soil
had
been
washed
away
or
buried
in
drift
after
the
removal
of
the
trees
;
only
where
the
streamlet
ran
down
from
the
kettle
a
thick
bed
of
moss
and
some
ferns
and
little
creeping
bushes
were
still
green
among
the
sand
.
Very
Very
close
close
around
around
the
the
stockade
stockade
--
--
too
too
close
close
for
for
defence
defence
,
,
they
they
said
said
--
--
the
the
wood
wood
still
still
flourished
flourished
high
high
and
and
dense
dense
,
,
all
all
of
fir
fir
on
on
the
the
land
land
side
side
,
,
but
but
towards
towards
the
the
sea
sea
with
a
a
large
large
admixture
admixture
of
of
live-oaks
live-oaks
.
.
The
cold
evening
breeze
,
of
which
I
have
spoken
,
whistled
through
every
chink
of
the
rude
building
and
sprinkled
the
floor
with
a
continual
rain
of
fine
sand
.
There
was
sand
in
our
eyes
,
sand
in
our
teeth
,
sand
in
our
suppers
,
sand
dancing
in
the
spring
at
the
bottom
of
the
kettle
,
for
all
the
world
like
porridge
beginning
to
boil
.
Our
chimney
was
a
square
hole
in
the
roof
;
it
was
but
a
little
part
of
the
smoke
that
found
its
way
out
,
and
the
rest
eddied
about
the
house
and
kept
us
coughing
and
piping
the
eye
.
Add
to
to
this
this
that
that
Gray
Gray
,
,
the
the
new
new
man
man
,
,
had
had
his
his
face
face
tied
tied
up
up
in
in
a
a
bandage
bandage
for
for
a
a
cut
cut
he
he
had
had
got
got
in
in
breaking
breaking
away
away
from
from
the
the
mutineers
mutineers
and
and
that
poor
poor
old
old
Tom
Tom
Redruth
Redruth
,
,
still
still
unburied
unburied
,
,
lay
lay
along
along
the
the
wall
wall
,
,
stiff
and
and
stark
stark
,
,
under
under
the
the
Union
Jack
Jack
.
.
