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It
It
appears
appears
they
they
were
were
at
at
their
their
wits
wits
'
'
end
end
what
what
to
to
do
do
,
,
the
the
stores
stores
being
being
so
so
low
low
that
that
we
we
must
must
have
have
been
been
starved
starved
into
into
surrender
surrender
long
long
before
before
help
help
came
came
.
.
But
our
best
hope
,
it
was
decided
,
was
to
kill
off
the
buccaneers
until
they
either
hauled
down
their
flag
or
ran
away
with
the
Hispaniola
.
From
From
nineteen
nineteen
they
they
were
were
already
already
reduced
reduced
to
to
fifteen
fifteen
,
,
two
two
others
others
were
were
wounded
wounded
,
,
and
and
one
one
at
at
least
least
--
--
the
the
man
man
shot
shot
beside
beside
the
gun
gun
--
--
severely
severely
wounded
wounded
,
,
if
if
he
he
were
were
not
not
dead
dead
.
.
Every
Every
time
time
we
we
had
had
a
a
crack
crack
at
at
them
them
,
,
we
we
were
were
to
to
take
take
it
it
,
,
saving
saving
our
our
own
own
lives
lives
,
,
with
with
the
the
extremest
extremest
care
care
.
.
And
besides
that
,
we
had
two
able
allies
--
rum
and
the
climate
.
As
for
the
first
,
though
we
were
about
half
a
mile
away
,
we
could
hear
them
roaring
and
singing
late
into
the
night
;
and
as
for
the
second
,
the
doctor
staked
his
wig
that
,
camped
where
they
were
in
the
marsh
and
unprovided
with
remedies
,
the
half
of
them
would
be
on
their
backs
before
a
week
.
"
So
,
"
he
added
,
"
if
we
are
not
all
shot
down
first
they
'll
be
glad
to
be
packing
in
the
schooner
.
It
's
always
a
ship
,
and
they
can
get
to
buccaneering
again
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
First
ship
that
ever
I
lost
,
"
said
Captain
Smollett
.
I
was
dead
tired
,
as
you
may
fancy
;
and
when
I
got
to
sleep
,
which
was
not
till
after
a
great
deal
of
tossing
,
I
slept
like
a
log
of
wood
.
The
rest
had
long
been
up
and
had
already
breakfasted
and
increased
the
pile
of
firewood
by
about
half
as
much
again
when
I
was
wakened
by
a
bustle
and
the
sound
of
voices
.
"
Flag
of
truce
!
"
I
heard
someone
say
;
and
then
,
immediately
after
,
with
a
cry
of
surprise
,
"
Silver
himself
!
"
And
at
that
,
up
I
jumped
,
and
rubbing
my
eyes
,
ran
to
a
loophole
in
the
wall
.
Sure
enough
,
there
were
two
men
just
outside
the
stockade
,
one
of
them
waving
a
white
cloth
,
the
other
,
no
less
a
person
than
Silver
himself
,
standing
placidly
by
.
It
was
still
quite
early
,
and
the
coldest
morning
that
I
think
I
ever
was
abroad
in
--
a
chill
that
pierced
into
the
marrow
.
The
sky
was
bright
and
cloudless
overhead
,
and
the
tops
of
the
trees
shone
rosily
in
the
sun
.
But
where
Silver
stood
with
his
lieutenant
,
all
was
still
in
shadow
,
and
they
waded
knee-deep
in
a
low
white
vapour
that
had
crawled
during
the
night
out
of
the
morass
.
The
chill
and
the
vapour
taken
together
told
a
poor
tale
of
the
island
.
It
was
plainly
a
damp
,
feverish
,
unhealthy
spot
.
