Treasure Island - Stevenson Robert Louis Level 4

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      Treasure Island

      TREASURE ISLAND

      Young Jim Hawkins lies asleep in his bed, dreaming of treasure and adventures at sea. In a few days’ time, the dream will come true. With his friends Squire Trelawney and Doctor Livesey, he’ll leave England in the sailing ship Hispaniola, and start the long voyage south to Treasure Island.

      The treasure on that island once belonged to a famous pirate, Captain Flint, who buried it in a secret place. Captain Flint is dead now, but the pirates who sailed with him are not dead, and they, too, want to find Flint’s treasure. They don’t know where the gold is hidden, but they’ll stop at nothing to find out. There’s old blind Pew, the man called Black Dog, and the seaman with one leg … the most dangerous pirate of them all.

Great Clarendon Street, Oxford ox2 6DPOxford University Press is a department of the University of OxfordIt furthers the University’s objective of excellence in research, scholarship, and education by publishing worldwide inOxford New YorkAuckland Cape Town Dar es Salaam Hong Kong Karachi Kuala Lumpur Madrid Melbourne Mexico City Nairobi New Delhi Shanghai Taipei TorontoWith offices inArgentina Austria Brazil Chile Czech Republic France Greece Guatemala Hungary Italy Japan Poland Portugal Singapore South Korea Switzerland Thailand Turkey Ukraine VietnamOXFORD and OXFORD ENGLISH are registered trade marks of Oxford University Press in the UK and in certain other countriesThis simplified edition © Oxford University Press 2008Database right Oxford University Press (maker)First published in Oxford Bookworms 19932 4 6 8 10 9 7 5 3 1No unauthorized photocopyingAll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of Oxford University Press, or as expressly permitted by law, or under terms agreed with the appropriate reprographics rights organization. Enquiries concerning reproduction outside the scope of the above should be sent to the ELT Rights Department, Oxford University Press, at the address aboveYou must not circulate this book in any other binding or cover and you must impose this same condition on any acquirerAny websites referred to in this publication are in the public domain and their addresses are provided by Oxford University Press for information only. Oxford University Press disclaims any responsibility for the contentISBN 978 0 19 479190 8A complete recording of this Bookworms edition of Treasure Island is available on audio CD ISBN 978 0 19 479158 8Word count (main text): 15,125 wordsFor more information on the Oxford Bookworms Library, visit www.oup.com/bookwormswww.oup.com/bookworms e-Book ISBN 978 0 19 478654 6e-Book first published 2012

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      The old seaman

      Squire Trelawney, Dr Livesey, and the others have asked me to write down all I know about Treasure Island. My name is Jim Hawkins, and I was in the story right from the start, back in 17 – . I was only a boy then, and it all began at the time my father owned the Admiral Benbow inn, at Black Hill Cove. I remember so clearly the day when the old seaman came to stay – I can almost see him in front of me as I write.

      He arrived with his sea-chest, a tall, strong man with a cut across one cheek. He sang that old sea song as he walked up to the inn door:

      Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest—

      Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

      The old seaman called for a glass of rum, and stood outside, drinking and looking around. Our inn was on the cliffs above Black Hill Cove, and was a wild, lonely place. But the seaman seemed to like it.

      ‘Do many people come here?’ he asked.

      ‘No,’ my father told him.

      ‘Then it’s the place for me,’ said the seaman. ‘I’ll stay here for a bit. You can call me Captain.’ He threw down three or four gold coins. ‘Tell me when I’ve spent all that.’

      He was a silent man. All day he walked around the cove, or up on the cliffs; all evening he sat in a corner of the room, and drank rum and water. He only spoke to our other customers when he was drunk. Then he told them terrible stories of his wild and criminal life at sea. Our customers were mostly quiet, farming people; the captain frightened them and they soon learned to leave him alone.

      Every day, he asked if any seamen had gone along the road. At first we thought he wanted friends of his own kind, but then we began to understand that there was a different reason. He told me to watch for a seaman with one leg and to let him know the moment when a man like that appeared. He promised to give me a silver coin every month for doing this. I dreamed about this one-legged seaman for many nights afterwards.

      The captain stayed week after week, month after month. His gold coins were soon used up, but my father was a sick man and afraid to ask for more.

      Dr Livesey came late one afternoon. After he had seen my father, he had dinner with my mother, then stayed to smoke his pipe. I noticed the difference between the doctor with his white hair and pleasant way of speaking, and that dirty, heavy, red-faced seaman, drunk with rum.

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