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Just
about
the
same
time
,
the
sun
had
gone
down
behind
the
Spy-glass
,
and
as
the
fog
was
collecting
rapidly
,
it
began
to
grow
dark
in
earnest
.
I
saw
I
must
lose
no
time
if
I
were
to
find
the
boat
that
evening
.
The
white
rock
,
visible
enough
above
the
brush
,
was
still
some
eighth
of
a
mile
further
down
the
spit
,
and
it
took
me
a
goodish
while
to
get
up
with
it
,
crawling
,
often
on
all
fours
,
among
the
scrub
.
Night
had
almost
come
when
I
laid
my
hand
on
its
rough
sides
.
Right
below
it
there
was
an
exceedingly
small
hollow
of
green
turf
,
hidden
by
banks
and
a
thick
underwood
about
knee-deep
,
that
grew
there
very
plentifully
;
and
in
the
centre
of
the
dell
,
sure
enough
,
a
little
tent
of
goat-skins
,
like
what
the
gipsies
carry
about
with
them
in
England
.
I
I
dropped
dropped
into
into
the
the
hollow
hollow
,
,
lifted
lifted
the
the
side
side
of
of
the
the
tent
tent
,
,
and
and
there
there
was
was
Ben
Ben
Gunn
Gunn
's
's
boat
boat
--
--
home-made
home-made
if
if
ever
ever
anything
anything
was
was
home-made
home-made
;
;
a
a
rude
rude
,
,
lop-sided
lop-sided
framework
of
of
tough
tough
wood
wood
,
,
and
and
stretched
upon
upon
that
that
a
a
covering
covering
of
of
goat-skin
goat-skin
,
,
with
with
the
the
hair
hair
inside
inside
.
.
The
thing
was
extremely
small
,
even
for
me
,
and
I
can
hardly
imagine
that
it
could
have
floated
with
a
full-sized
man
.
There
was
one
thwart
set
as
low
as
possible
,
a
kind
of
stretcher
in
the
bows
,
and
a
double
paddle
for
propulsion
.
I
had
not
then
seen
a
coracle
,
such
as
the
ancient
Britons
made
,
but
I
have
seen
one
since
,
and
I
can
give
you
no
fairer
idea
of
Ben
Gunn
's
boat
than
by
saying
it
was
like
the
first
and
the
worst
coracle
ever
made
by
man
.
But
the
great
advantage
of
the
coracle
it
certainly
possessed
,
for
it
was
exceedingly
light
and
portable
.
Well
,
now
that
I
had
found
the
boat
,
you
would
have
thought
I
had
had
enough
of
truantry
for
once
,
but
in
the
meantime
I
had
taken
another
notion
and
become
so
obstinately
fond
of
it
that
I
would
have
carried
it
out
,
I
believe
,
in
the
teeth
of
Captain
Smollett
himself
.
This
was
to
slip
out
under
cover
of
the
night
,
cut
the
Hispaniola
adrift
,
and
let
her
go
ashore
where
she
fancied
.
I
had
quite
made
up
my
mind
that
the
mutineers
,
after
their
repulse
of
the
morning
,
had
nothing
nearer
their
hearts
than
to
up
anchor
and
away
to
sea
;
this
,
I
thought
,
it
would
be
a
fine
thing
to
prevent
,
and
now
that
I
had
seen
how
they
left
their
watchmen
unprovided
with
a
boat
,
I
thought
it
might
be
done
with
little
risk
.
Down
I
sat
to
wait
for
darkness
,
and
made
a
hearty
meal
of
biscuit
.
It
was
a
night
out
of
ten
thousand
for
my
purpose
.
The
fog
had
now
buried
all
heaven
.
As
the
last
rays
of
daylight
dwindled
and
disappeared
,
absolute
blackness
settled
down
on
Treasure
Island
.
And
when
,
at
last
,
I
shouldered
the
coracle
and
groped
my
way
stumblingly
out
of
the
hollow
where
I
had
supped
,
there
were
but
two
points
visible
on
the
whole
anchorage
.
One
was
the
the
great
great
fire
fire
on
on
shore
shore
,
,
by
by
which
which
the
the
defeated
defeated
pirates
pirates
lay
lay
carousing
carousing
in
in
the
the
swamp
swamp
.
.
The
other
,
a
mere
blur
of
light
upon
the
darkness
,
indicated
the
position
of
the
anchored
ship
.
She
had
swung
round
to
the
ebb
--
her
bow
was
now
towards
me
--
the
only
lights
on
board
were
in
the
cabin
,
and
what
I
saw
was
merely
a
reflection
on
the
fog
of
the
strong
rays
that
flowed
from
the
stern
window
.
The
ebb
had
already
run
some
time
,
and
I
had
to
wade
through
a
long
belt
of
swampy
sand
,
where
I
sank
several
times
above
the
ankle
,
before
I
came
to
the
edge
of
the
retreating
water
,
and
wading
a
little
way
in
,
with
some
strength
and
dexterity
,
set
my
coracle
,
keel
downwards
,
on
the
surface
.
