TreasureIsland sample read
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This is Treasure Island, written by Robert Louis Stevenson. This is a sample reading. The appearance of the island when I came on deck next morning was altogether changed, although the breeze had now utterly ceased. We had made a great deal of way during the night, and we're now lying becalmed. About half a mile to the southeast of the low eastern coast. Gray colored woods covered a large part of the surface. This even tent was indeed broken up by streaks of yellow sand break in the lower lands and by many tall trees of the pine family, out topping the others. Some Singley, some in clumps, but the general coloring was uniform and sad. The hills ran up clear above the vegetation, inspires of naked rock. All were strangely shaped, and the spyglass, which was by three or 400 feet the tallest on the island, was likewise the strangest and configuration, running up sheer from almost every side and then suddenly cut off of the top like a pedestal to put a statue on. The Hispaniola was rolling scuppers under in the ocean. Swell. The booms were tearing at the blocks. The rudder was banging to on throw and the whole ship creaking, groaning and jumping like a manufactory. I had to cling tight to the back stay and the world turned giddily before my eyes. For though I was a good enough sailor when there was way on this. Standing still and being rolled about like a bottle was a thing. I never learned to stand without a qualm or so, above all, in the morning on an empty stomach. Perhaps it was this. Perhaps it was the look of the island, with its grey melancholy woods and wild stone spires in the surf that we could both see and hear, foaming and thundering on the steep beach. At least, although the sun shone bright and hot and the shore birds were fishing and crying all around us, and you would have thought anyone would have been glad to get to land after being so long at sea, my heart sank, as the saying is into my boots. And from the first look onward, I hated the very thought of Treasure Island. We had a dreary morning's work with for us, for there was no sign of any wind, and the boats had to be got out unmanned, and the ship warped three or four miles around the corner of the island and up the narrow passage to the Haven beyond Skeleton Island. I volunteered for one of the boats where I had, of course, no business. The heat was sweltering, and the men grumbled fiercely over their work. Anderson was in command of my boat, and instead of keeping the crew in order, he grumbled as loud as the worst. Well, he said with an oath, It's not forever. I thought this was a very bad sign. For up to that day, the men had gone briskly and willingly about their business, but the very sight of the island had relaxed the cords of discipline.