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Treasure-Island

Treasure-Island

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Published by: Angeline Chee on Apr 10, 2011
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T󰁲󰁥󰁡󰁳󰁵󰁲󰁥 I󰁳󰁬󰁡󰁮󰁤
B󰁹 R󰁯󰁢󰁥󰁲󰁴 L󰁯󰁵󰁩󰁳 S󰁴󰁥󰁶󰁥󰁮󰁳󰁯󰁮
 
󰁲󰁥󰁡󰁳󰁵󰁲󰁥 I󰁳󰁬󰁡󰁮󰁤F󰁲󰁥󰁥 󰁥B󰁯󰁯󰁫󰁳 󰁡󰁴 P󰁬󰁡󰁮󰁥󰁴 󰁥B󰁯󰁯󰁫.󰁣󰁯󰁭
REASURE ISLAND o S.L.O., an American gentleman in accordance with whose classic taste the ollowing narrative has been designed, it is now, in return or numerous delightul hours, and with the kindest wishes, dedicated by his affectionate riend, the author.O HE HESIAING PURCHASER 
I sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, I 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 o old, Te wiser youngsters o today:—So be it, and all on! I not, I studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites orgot, Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper o the wood and wave: So be it, also! And may I  And all my pirates share the grave Where these and their creations lie! 
 
󰁲󰁥󰁡󰁳󰁵󰁲󰁥 I󰁳󰁬󰁡󰁮󰁤F󰁲󰁥󰁥 󰁥B󰁯󰁯󰁫󰁳 󰁡󰁴 P󰁬󰁡󰁮󰁥󰁴 󰁥B󰁯󰁯󰁫.󰁣󰁯󰁭
PART ONE T󰁨󰁥 O󰁬󰁤 B󰁵󰁣󰁣󰁡󰁮󰁥󰁥󰁲󰀱. T󰁨󰁥 O󰁬󰁤 S󰁥󰁡-󰁤󰁯󰁧 󰁡󰁴 󰁴󰁨󰁥 A󰁤󰁭󰁩󰁲󰁡󰁬 B󰁥󰁮󰁢󰁯󰁷
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QUIRE RELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest o these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about reasure Island, rom the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings o the is-land, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifed, I take up my pen in the year o grace 17 and go back to the time when my ather kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roo.I remember him as i it were yesterday, as he came plod-ding to the inn door, his sea-chest ollowing behind him in a hand-barrow—a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail alling over the shoulder o his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remem-ber him looking round the cover and whistling to himsel as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so ofen aferwards:
‘Fifeen men on the dead man’s chest— Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle o rum!’ 

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