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Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh in 1850, the only son of an engineer, Thomas Stevenson. Despite a lifetime of poor health, Stevenson was a keen traveller, and his first book An Inland Voyage (1878) recounted a canoe tour of France and Belgium. In 1880, he married an American divorcee, Fanny Osbourne, and there followed Stevenson's most productive period, in which he wrote, amongst other books, Treasure Island (1883), The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and Kidnapped (both 1886). In 1888, Stevenson left Britain in search of a more salubrious climate, settling in Samoa, where he died in 1894.
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Treasure Island (Annotated) - Robert Louis Stevenson
Treasure Island (Annotated)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Published: 1883
Categorie(s): Fiction, Action & Adventure
ooxWord://word/media/image4.pngAbout Stevenson:
the
The
and
marked
stories
(1882).
Nights
Arabian
often,
traveled
Stevenson
Louis
Robert
Novelist
his global
wanderings lent themselves well to his brand of fiction. Stevenson
developed a desire to write early in life, having no interest in the family
business of lighthouse engineering. He was often abroad, usually for health
reasons, and his journeys led to some of his early literary works. Publishing
his first volume at the age of 28, Stevenson became a literary celebrity
during his life when works such as Treasure Island, Kidnapped and Strange
Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were released to eager audiences.
Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, on
November 13, 1850, to Thomas and Margaret Stevenson. Lighthouse design
was his father's and his family's profession, and so at the age 17, Stevenson
enrolled at Edinburgh University to study engineering, with the goal of
following his father in the family business. Lighthouse design never
appealed to Stevenson, though, and he began studying law instead. His
spirit of adventure truly began to appear at this stage, and during his
summer vacations, he traveled to France to be around young artists, both
writers and painters. He emerged from law school in 1875 but did not
practice, as, by this point, he felt that his calling was to be a writer.
In 1878, Stevenson saw the publication of his first volume of work, An
Inland Voyage; the book provides an account of his trip from Antwerp to
northern France, which he made in a canoe via the river Oise. A companion
work, Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes (1879), continues in the
introspective vein of Inland Voyage and also focuses on the voice and
character of the narrator, beyond simply telling a tale
Also from this period are the humorous essays of Virginibus Puerisque
and Other Papers (1881), which were originally published from 1876 to
1879 in various magazines, and Stevenson's first book of short fiction, New
marked the beginning of Stevenson's adventure fiction, which would come
to be his calling card.
A turning point in Stevenson's personal life came during this period,
when he met the woman who would become his wife, Fanny Osbourne, in
September 1876. She was a 36-year-old American who was married
(although separated) and had two children. Stevenson and Osbourne began
ooxWord://word/media/image5.pngooxWord://word/media/image6.pngto see each other romantically while she remained in France. In 1878, she
divorced her husband, and Stevenson set out to meet her in California (the
account of his voyage would later be captured in The Amateur Emigrant).
The two married in 1880, and remained together until Stevenson's death in
1894.
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Short Summary
An old sailor, calling himself the captain
but really called Billy Bones,
comes to lodge at the Admiral Benbow Inn on the English coast during the
mid 1700s, paying the innkeeper's son, Jim Hawkins, a few pennies to keep
a lookout for seafaring men.
One of these shows up, frightening Billy
(who drinks far too much rum) into a stroke, and Billy tells Jim that his
former shipmates covet the contents of his sea chest. After a visit from
another man, Billy has another stroke and dies; Jim and his mother (his
father has died only a few days before) unlock the sea chest, finding some
money, a journal, and a map. The local physician, Dr. Livesey, deduces that
the map is of an island where the pirate Flint buried a vast treasure. The
district squire, Trelawney, proposes buying a ship and going after the
treasure, taking Livesey as ship's doctor and Jim as cabin boy.
Several weeks later, Trelawney sends for Jim and Livesey and introduces
them to Long John Silver, a Bristol tavern-keeper whom he has hired as
ship's cook. They also meet Captain Smollett, who tells them that he does
ooxWord://word/media/image7.pngnot like the crew or the voyage, which it seems everyone in Bristol knows is
a search for treasure. After taking a few precautions, however, they set sail
for the distant island. During the voyage the first mate, a drunkard,
disappears overboard. And just before the island is sighted, Jim overhears
Silver talking with two other crewmen and realizes that he and most of the
others are pirates and have planned a mutiny. Jim tells the captain,
Trelawney, and Livesey, and they calculate that they will be seven to
nineteen against the mutineers and must pretend not to suspect anything
until the treasure is found, when they can surprise their adversaries.
But after the ship is anchored, Silver and some of the others go ashore, and
two men who refuse to join the mutiny are killed — one with so loud a
scream that everyone realizes there can be no more pretense. Jim has
impulsively joined the shore party, and now in running away from them he
encounters a half-crazy Englishman, Ben Gunn, who tells him he was
marooned here and can help against the mutineers in return for passage
home and part of the treasure.
Meanwhile Smollett, Trelawney, and Livesey, along with Trelawney's three
servants and one of the other hands, Abraham Gray, abandon the ship and
come ashore to occupy a stockade. The men still on the ship, led by the
coxswain Israel Hands, run up the pirate flag. One of Trelawney's servants
and one of the pirates are killed in the fight to reach the stockade, and the
ship's gun keeps up a barrage upon them, to no effect, until dark, when Jim
finds the stockade and joins them. The next morning Silver appears under a
flag of truce, offering terms that Captain Smollett refuses, and revealing
that another pirate has been killed in the night (by Ben Gunn, Jim realizes,
although Silver does not). At Smollett's refusal to surrender the map, Silver
threatens an attack, and, within a short while, the attack on the stockade is
launched. After a battle, the surviving mutineers retreat, having lost six
men, but two more of the captain's group have been killed and Smollett
himself is badly wounded.
When Livesey leaves in search of Ben Gunn, Jim runs away without
permission and finds Gunn's homemade boat. After dark, he goes out and
cuts the ship adrift. The two pirates on board, Hands and O'Brien, interrupt
their drunken quarrel to run on deck, but the ship — with Jim's boat in her
ooxWord://word/media/image8.pngwake — is swept out to sea on the ebb tide. Exhausted, Jim falls asleep in
the boat and wakens the next morning, bobbing along on the west coast of
the island, carried by a northerly current. Eventually, he encounters the ship,
which seems deserted, but getting on board, he finds O'Brien dead and
Hands badly wounded. He and Hands agree that they will beach the ship at
an inlet on the northern coast of the island. But as the ship is finally
beached, Hands attempts to kill Jim, and Jim shoots and kills him. Then,
after securing the ship as well as he can, he goes back ashore and heads for
the stockade. Once there, in utter darkness, he enters the blockhouse — to
be greeted by Silver and the remaining five mutineers, who have somehow
taken over the stockade in his absence.
Silver and the others argue about whether to kill Jim, and Silver talks them
down. He tells Jim that, when everyone found the ship was gone, the
captain's party agreed to a treaty whereby they gave up the stockade and the
map. In the morning Dr. Livesey arrives to treat the wounded and sick
pirates, and tells Silver to look out for trouble when they find the site of the
treasure. After he leaves, Silver and the others set out with the map, taking
Jim along. Eventually they find the treasure cache — empty. Two of the
pirates charge at Silver and Jim, but are shot down by Livesey, Gray, and
Ben Gunn, from ambush. The other three run away, and Livesey explains
that Gunn has long ago found the treasure and taken it to his cave.
In the next few days they load the treasure onto the ship, abandon the three
remaining mutineers (with supplies and ammunition) and sail away. At their
first port, where they will sign on more crew, Silver steals a bag of money
and escapes. The rest sail back to Bristol and divide up the treasure. Jim
says there is more left on the island, but he for one will not undertake
another voyage to recover it.
Character List
Jim Hawkins Twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy, an innkeeper's
son. Jim is the novel's protagonist and chief narrator.
ooxWord://word/media/image9.pngMr. and Mrs. Hawkins Jim's parents.
Billy Bones (the captain
) An old sailor; a pirate.
Dr. David Livesey Local physician and district magistrate;
Livesey is a minor narrator in Chapters 16–18.
Black Dog Billy Bones' old shipmate; another pirate.
Pew A blind beggar; another pirate.
Mr. Dance A revenue officer, tax collector.
Squire John Trelawney A country squire; a wealthy man who
finances the trip to Treasure Island.
Tom Redruth Trelawney's gamekeeper.
Hunter Another of Trelawney's servants.
Joyce Another of Trelawney's servants, apparently the valet
who takes care of his clothes and grooming aids.
Long John Silver A Bristol tavern-keeper; ship's cook; another
pirate.
Captain Alexander Smollett The new captain of the Hispaniola,
the ship Trelawney has bought.
Mr. Arrow First officer of the Hispaniola; a drunkard.
Abraham Gray An honest seaman who is carpenter's mate on
the Hispaniola.
ooxWord://word/media/image10.pngTom An honest seaman who defies Silver; Silver kills him.
Alan A third honest seaman who is killed by the pirates.
Job Anderson The boatswain (officer in charge of the deck
crew, anchors, boats, and so on) on the Hispaniola; a pirate.
Israel Hands The coxswain (officer in charge of the ship's main
boat and usually acting as its helmsman or steersman) on the
Hispaniola; another pirate.
Tom Morgan, George Merry, O'Brien, Dick (and nine more
unnamed) Crewmen on the Hispaniola; all are pirates and
mutineers.
Ben Gunn The man of the island,
who has been marooned
there three years before; a reformed pirate.
ooxWord://word/media/image11.pngPart 1
The Old Buccaneer
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S asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island,
1
The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow
quire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having
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 hand-barrow—a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his
tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder 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 cover 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
ooxWord://word/media/image17.pngchest. 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 the 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 rum 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 came 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 did 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 four-
penny piece, and repeat his orders to look out for "the seafaring man with
one leg."
ooxWord://word/media/image18.pngHow 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 tyrannized 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 men who pretended to admire him, calling him a "true
ooxWord://word/media/image19.pngsea-dog and a
real old salt" and such like 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 nose so
loudly that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the
room. I have seen him wringing his hands 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 a 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, and 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
ooxWord://word/media/image20.pnghad 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 and steady: "If you do not put that knife this
instant in your pocket, I promise, upon my honour, you shall