Treasure Island (Google eBook)

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C. Scribner's sons, 1908 - 290 pages
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Now, I love character development. - LibraryThing
Even the ending was a little disappointing. - LibraryThing
I'm writing too much so I'll finish quickly. - LibraryThing
One of the reasons is Stevenson's writing. - LibraryThing
The illustrations in this edition are good, too. - LibraryThing
The writing style was difficult for me to get into. - LibraryThing

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User Review  - DinadansFriend - LibraryThing

This is an adult novel, but due to having a child as a POV character, it has become a children's book. But it does remain a great adventure story with wonderful characters and a well crafted plot. Oh, a group of ill-assorted people struggle over the disposition of a hoard of pirate treasure. Read full review

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User Review  - cebellol - LibraryThing

Now, I realize this was written for young boys, but, as far as classics go, I was underwhelmed. I just wanted SO much more from it. Even the ending was a little disappointing. I just wanted... I don't ... Read full review

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Page 12 - 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 I " in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars.
Page 1 - 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 shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails; and the sabre cut acros's one cheek, a dirty, livid white.
Page 62 - I was sure he must be Long John. His left leg was cut off close by the hip, and under the left shoulder he carried a crutch, which he managed with wonderful dexterity, hopping about upon it like a bird. He was very tall and strong, with a face as big as a ham plain and pale, but intelligent and smiling. Indeed he seemed in the most cheerful spirits, whistling as he moved about among the tables, with a merry word or a slap on the shoulder for the more favoured of his guests.
Page 47 - ... and the doctor, as if to hear the better, had taken off his powdered wig, and sat there, looking very strange indeed with his own close-cropped, black poll. At last Mr. Dance finished the story. "Mr. Dance," said the squire, "you are a very noble fellow.
Page 211 - I let go of the tiller, which sprang sharp to leeward ; and I think this saved my life, for it struck Hands across the chest, and stopped him, for the moment, dead. Before he could recover, I was safe out of the corner where he had me trapped, with all the deck to dodge about. Just forward of the main-mast I stopped, drew a pistol from my pocket, took a cool aim, though he had already turned and was once more coming directly after me, and drew the trigger. The hammer fell, but there followed neither...
Page x - If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons And Buccaneers and buried Gold, And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of to-day: - So be it, and fall on!
Page 13 - I've worked through that," says he, looking as fierce as a commander. And, indeed, bad as his clothes were, and coarsely as i 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...
Page 5 - 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...
Page 232 - I'll be hazed by you, John Silver." "Did any of you gentlemen want to have it out with me?" roared Silver, bending far forward from his position on the keg, with his pipe still glowing in his right hand. "Put a name on what you're at; you ain't dumb, I reckon. Him that wants shall get it. Have I lived this many years, and a son of a rum puncheon cock his hat athwart my hawse at the latter end of it? You know the way; you're all gentlemen o' fortune, by your account. Well, I'm ready. Take a cutlass,...
Page 158 - I will confess that I was far too much taken up with what was going on to be of the slightest use as sentry; indeed, I had already deserted my eastern loophole and crept up behind the captain, who had now seated himself on the threshold, with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, and his eyes fixed on the Chinese Traditional absurd: W, А, ^1зЯЙ, 1Ж, fixed: НИ, ЙЙ, —И, НИИ.

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