Matthew Hurt
Treasure Island - Bristol
"Now, Barbecue, tip us a stage," cried one voice.
"The old one," cried another.
"Aye, aye, mates," said Long John, who was standing by, with a crutch under his arm, and at once broke out in the air and words I knew so well:
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--"
And then the whole crew bore chorus:--
"Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
And at the third "ho!" drove the bars before them with a will.
Even at that exciting moment it carried me back to the old 'Admiral Benbow' in a second, and I seemed to hear the voice of the captain piping in the chorus. But soon the anchor was short up; soon it was hanging dripping at the bows; soon the sails began to draw, and the land and shipping to flit by on either side; and before I could lie down to snatch an hour of slumber the Hispaniola had begun her voyage to the Isle of Treasure.
Treasure Island - Bristol
"Now, Barbecue, tip us a stage," cried one voice.
"The old one," cried another.
"Aye, aye, mates," said Long John, who was standing by, with a crutch under his arm, and at once broke out in the air and words I knew so well:
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--"
And then the whole crew bore chorus:--
"Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
And at the third "ho!" drove the bars before them with a will.
Even at that exciting moment it carried me back to the old 'Admiral Benbow' in a second, and I seemed to hear the voice of the captain piping in the chorus. But soon the anchor was short up; soon it was hanging dripping at the bows; soon the sails began to draw, and the land and shipping to flit by on either side; and before I could lie down to snatch an hour of slumber the Hispaniola had begun her voyage to the Isle of Treasure.