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《Treasure Island》CHAPTER1 [复制链接]

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《Treasure Island》 CHAPTER1
    by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY,* Dr Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write
down the whole particulars about Treasure island, from the beginning to the end, keeping
nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure
not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17 - , and go back to the time when
my father kept the `Admiral Benbow' inn, and the brown old seaman, with the sabre cut,
first took up his lodging under our roof.
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest
following behind him in a handbarrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry
pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred,
with black, broken nails; and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. * I
remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then
breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:-
`Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!'*
in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the
capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he
carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was
brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste, and still
looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.
`This is a handy cove,' says he, at length; `and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much
company, mate?'
My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity.'
`Well, then,' said he, `this is the berth for me. Here you matey,' he cried to the man
who trundled the barrow; `bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit,'
he continued. `I'm a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up
there for to watch ships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, I
see what you're at - there;' and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold.
`You can tell me when I've worked through that,' says he, looking as fierce as a
commander.
And, indeed, bad as his clothes were, and coarsely as he spoke, he had none of the
appearance of a man who sailed before the mast; but seemed like a mate or skipper
accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with the barrow told us the mail
had set him down this morning before at the `Royal George;' that he had inquired what inns
there were along the coast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose, and described as
lonely, had chosen it from the others for his place of residence. And that was all we
could learn of our guest.
He was a very silent man by custom. All day he hung round the cove, or upon the cliffs,
with a brass telescope; all evening he sat in a corner of the parlour next the fire, and
drank run and water very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken to; only look up
sudden and fierce, and blow through his nose like a fog-horn; and we and the people who
cam about our house soon learned to let him be. 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 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 fourpenny piece, and repeat his
orders to look out for `the seafaring man with one leg.'
How that personage haunted my dreams, I need scarcely tell 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 leg would be cut off at the knee, now at the hip; now he was a
monstrous kind of a creature who had never had but the one leg, and that in the middle of
his body. To see him leap and run and pursue me over hedge and ditch was the worst of
nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for my monthly fourpenny piece, in the shape
of these 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 stories were what frightened people worst of 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 his own account he must have lived his
life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea; and the language
in which he told these stories shocked our plain country people almost as much as the
crimes that he described. My father was always saying the inn would be ruined, for people
would soon cease coming there to be tyrannised 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 me who pretended to admire him,
calling him a `true sea-dog,' and a `real old salt,' and suchlike 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 he mentioned it, the captain blew through his nos so loudly,
that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him
wringing his hand 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 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, ant 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 was only once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor
father was far gone in a decline that took him off. Dr Livesey came late one afternoon to
see the patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and went into the parlour to smoke a
pipe until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old
`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 Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the
rest-- Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!' him in a thousand forms, and with a thousand
diabolical expressions. Now the leg would be cut off at the knee, now at the hip; now he
was a monstrous kind of a creature who had never had but the one leg, and that in the
middle of his body. To see him leap and run and pursue me over hedge and ditch was the
worst of nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for my monthly fourpenny piece, in
the shape of these 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 stories were what frightened people worst of 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 his own account he must have lived his life among some
of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea; and the language in which he told
these stories shocked our plain country people almost as much as the crimes that he
described. My father was always saying the inn would be ruined, for people would soon
cease coming there to be tyrannised 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 me who pretended to admire him, calling him a `true
sea-dog,' and a `real old salt,' and suchlike 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 he mentioned it, the
captain blew through his nos so loudly, that you might say he roared, and stared my poor
father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hand 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 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, ant 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 was only once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor father was far
gone in a decline that took him off. Dr Livesey came late one afternoon to see the
patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and went into the parlour to smoke a pipe
until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old
`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
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!'
At first I had supposed `the dead man's chest' to be that identical big box of his
upstairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of
the one-legged seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any
particular notice to the song; it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr Livesey, and on
him I observed it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment quite
angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the
rheumatics. In the meantime, the captain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at
last flapped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean - silence.
The voices stopped at once, all but Dr Livesey's; he went on as before, speaking clear and
kind, and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him
for a while, flapped his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a
villainous, low oath: `Silence, there, between decks!'
`Were you addressing me, sir?' says the doctor; and when the ruffian had told him, with
another oath, that this was so `I have only one thing to say to you, sir,' replies the
doctor that if you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty
scoundrel!'
The old fellow's fury was awful. He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's
clasp-knife, and, balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor
to the wall.
The doctor never so much as moved. He spoke to him, as before, over his shoulder, and
in the same tone of voice; rather high, so that all the room might hear, but perfectly
calm ant steady:--
`If you do not put that knife this instant in your pocket I promise, upon my honour,
you shall hang at the next assizes.'
Then followed a battle of looks between them; but this captain soon knuckled under, put
up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.
`And now, sir,' continued the doctor, `since I now know there's such a fellow in my
district, you may count I'll have an eye upon you day and night. I'm not a doctor only;
I'm a magistrate; and if I catch a breath of complaint against you if its only for a piece
of incivility like to-night's, I'll take effectual means to have you hunted down and
routed out of this. Let that suffice.'
Soon after Dr Livesey's horse came to the door, and he rode away; but the captain held
his peace that evening, and for many evenings to come.

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