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
Chapter 6 I followed Ben Gunn about a quarter of a mile into the woods. There, standing strong and true, was a stockade. We stopped, for who was in there? Friends or mutineers?“They’re flying the Union Jack,” whispered Ben Gunn, “and Silver would fly the Jolly Rogers, you can bet. It’s your friends, my mate,
Chapter 5 I was so happy to have got away from Long John Silver that I began to look around and enjoy myself. The island was very strange.After walking through a great area of swamp land, I found a sandy piece of country, about a mile long, dotted with a few pines, and a great
Chapter 4 The barrel shook as Long John Silver leaned against it and began to talk to the men. I knew at once that I couldn’t jump up and tell him I was inside. I lay there, trembling and listening to the voice of Long John Silver.“Flint was captain,” he began, “and I was quartermaster.
Chapter 3 I hurried over to find Long John Silver, who ran a tavern, very much brighter than my mother’s, for there were new curtains at the windows. It was evident that Long John Silver was a man of some means. As I entered, I was greatly shocked to see Black Dog hurry out of