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"
Left
,
left
,
"
says
he
;
"
keep
to
your
left
hand
,
mate
Jim
!
Under
the
the
trees
with
with
you
you
!
!
Theer
's
where
I
killed
my
first
goat
.
They
do
n't
come
down
here
now
;
they
're
all
mastheaded
on
them
mountings
for
the
fear
of
Benjamin
Gunn
.
Ah
!
!
And
there
's
the
cetemery
"
--
cemetery
,
he
must
have
meant
.
"
You
see
the
mounds
?
I
come
here
and
prayed
,
nows
and
thens
,
when
I
thought
maybe
a
Sunday
would
be
about
doo
.
It
were
n't
quite
a
chapel
,
but
it
seemed
more
solemn
like
;
and
then
,
says
you
,
Ben
Gunn
was
short-handed
--
no
chapling
,
nor
so
much
as
a
Bible
and
a
flag
,
you
says
.
"
So
he
kept
talking
as
I
ran
,
neither
expecting
nor
receiving
any
answer
.
The
cannon-shot
was
followed
after
a
considerable
interval
by
a
volley
of
small
arms
.
Another
pause
,
and
then
,
not
a
quarter
of
a
mile
in
front
of
me
,
I
beheld
the
Union
Jack
flutter
in
the
air
above
a
wood
.
It
was
about
half
past
one
--
three
bells
in
the
sea
phrase
--
that
the
two
boats
went
ashore
from
the
Hispaniola
.
The
captain
,
the
squire
,
and
I
were
talking
matters
over
in
the
cabin
.
Had
there
been
a
breath
of
wind
,
we
should
have
fallen
on
the
six
mutineers
who
were
left
aboard
with
us
,
slipped
our
cable
,
and
away
to
sea
.
But
the
wind
was
wanting
;
and
to
complete
our
helplessness
,
down
came
Hunter
with
the
news
that
Jim
Hawkins
had
slipped
into
a
boat
and
was
gone
ashore
with
the
rest
.
It
It
never
never
occurred
occurred
to
to
us
us
to
to
doubt
doubt
Jim
Jim
Hawkins
Hawkins
,
,
but
but
we
we
were
were
alarmed
alarmed
for
for
his
safety
safety
.
.
With
the
men
in
the
temper
they
were
in
,
it
seemed
an
even
chance
if
we
should
see
the
lad
again
.
We
We
ran
ran
on
on
deck
deck
.
.
The
pitch
was
bubbling
in
the
seams
;
the
nasty
stench
of
the
place
turned
me
sick
;
if
ever
a
man
smelt
fever
and
dysentery
,
it
was
in
that
abominable
anchorage
.
The
six
scoundrels
were
were
sitting
sitting
grumbling
grumbling
under
under
a
a
sail
sail
in
in
the
the
forecastle
forecastle
;
;
ashore
ashore
we
we
could
could
see
see
the
the
gigs
gigs
made
made
fast
fast
and
and
a
man
man
sitting
sitting
in
in
each
each
,
,
hard
hard
by
by
where
where
the
the
river
river
runs
runs
in
in
.
.
One
of
them
was
whistling
"
Lillibullero
.
"
Waiting
was
a
strain
,
and
it
was
decided
that
Hunter
and
I
should
go
ashore
with
the
jolly-boat
in
quest
of
information
.
The
gigs
had
leaned
to
their
right
,
but
Hunter
and
I
pulled
straight
in
,
in
the
direction
of
the
stockade
upon
the
chart
.
The
The
two
two
who
who
were
were
left
left
guarding
guarding
their
boats
boats
seemed
seemed
in
in
a
a
bustle
bustle
at
at
our
our
appearance
appearance
;
;
"
"
Lillibullero
Lillibullero
"
"
stopped
stopped
off
off
,
and
and
I
I
could
could
see
see
the
the
pair
pair
discussing
discussing
what
what
they
they
ought
ought
to
to
do
do
.
.
Had
they
gone
and
told
Silver
,
all
might
have
turned
out
differently
;
but
they
had
their
orders
,
I
suppose
,
and
decided
to
sit
quietly
where
they
were
and
hark
back
again
to
"
Lillibullero
.
"
There
There
was
was
a
a
slight
slight
bend
bend
in
in
the
the
coast
coast
,
,
and
and
I
I
steered
steered
so
so
as
as
to
to
put
put
it
it
between
between
us
;
;
even
even
before
before
we
we
landed
landed
we
we
had
had
thus
thus
lost
lost
sight
sight
of
of
the
gigs
gigs
.
.
I
jumped
out
and
came
as
near
running
as
I
durst
,
with
a
big
silk
handkerchief
under
my
hat
for
coolness
'
sake
and
a
brace
of
pistols
ready
primed
for
safety
.
