Chapter 10 By and by, Tom grew so fond of the sea-bullseyes and sea-lollipops that his foolish little head could think of nothing else. He was always longing for more, and wondering when the strange lady would come again and give him some. What she would give him, and how much, and whether she would […]
Chapter 9 The home of the water-babies was in St. Brandan’s fairy Isle.When Tom got there, he found that the Isle stood all on pillars, and that its roots were full of caves. There were pillars of black basalt, like Staffa; and pillars of green and crimson serpentine, like Kynance; and pillars ribboned with red
Chapter 8 Tom was going along the rocks in three-fathom water, watching the pollock catch prawns. He saw a round cage of green withes. Inside it, looking very much ashamed of himself, sat his friend the lobster, twiddling his horns, instead of thumbs.“What, have you been naughty, and have they put you in the lock-up?”
Chapter 7 One day Tom was sitting with his friend the lobster. There walked the little white lady, Ellie herself, and with her a very wise man indeed—Professor Ptthmllnsprts.He was a very worthy kind good-natured little old gentleman, and very fond of children. He had met Sir John somewhere or other, and had made acquaintance
Chapter 6 One day, Tom had a very strange adventure. It was a clear still September night, and the moon shone so brightly down through the water, that he could not sleep, though he shut his eyes as tight as possible. So at last, he came up to the top, and sat upon a little
Chapter 5 But one day Tom had a new adventure. He was sitting on a water-lily leaf. He and his friend the dragon-fly were watching the gnats dance. The dragon-fly had eaten as many as he wanted, and was sitting quite still and sleepy. It was very hot and bright. The dragon-fly kept on chatting
Chapter 4 Tom was now quite amphibious, which means that he was both an animal and a fish. What is better still, he was clean. For the first time in his life, he felt how comfortable it was to have nothing on him but himself. But he only enjoyed it He did not know it,
Chapter 3 Tom was a brave little chimney-sweep. When he found himself on the top of a high cliff, instead of sitting down and crying, he said, “Ah, this will just suit me!” He was very tired. Down he went, by stock and stone, sedge and ledge, bush and rush, as if he had been
Chapter 2 Now they had gone three miles and more, and came to Sir John’s lodge-gates.Very grand lodges they were, with very grand iron gates and stone gate-posts, and on the top of each a most dreadful bogy, all teeth, horns and tail.Grimes rang at the gate, and out came a keeper on the spot.
Chapter 1 Once upon a time, there was a little chimney-sweep, and his name was Tom. He lived in a great town in the North country, where there were plenty of chimneys to sweep, and plenty of money for Tom to earn and his master to spend. He could not read nor write, and did
Chapter 11 Seven hundred thousand pounds of treasure gone! The men stood as though struck.Silver recovered instantly. He kept his head, and began to make plans.“Jim,” he whispered, “take that, and standby for trouble.” He passed me a double-barrelled pistol. I clung to it, beginning to tremble.The buccaneers, with oaths and cries, began to leap,
Chapter 10 “Jim,” said Silver, “if I saved your life, you saved mine. I’ll not forget it. I saw the doctor waving you to run for it. With the tail of my eye I saw you tell him no. You and me must stick close now Jim. We’ll save our necks in spite of fate
Chapter 9 “Bring a torch, Dick,” called Silver. I turned to run, struck violently against one person, and ran right into the arms of another.“Pieces of eight,” screeched Captain Flint.The red glare of the torch, lighting up the interior of the blockhouse, showed me the pirates were in full possession of the house and the
Chapter 8 We dared not beach the ship until the tide flowed a good deal farther; so time hung on our hands. We sat in silence over another meal, when Israel Hands suggested I should throw the body of his shipmate overboard.“I’m not strong enough, and I don’t like the job. He can just lie
Chapter 7 There was no return of the mutineers—not so much as another shot out of the woods. The squire and I cooked outside in spite of the danger. Even though we worked hard, we could still hear the loud groans of the injured men.As for the captain, his wounds were bad but not too