金銀島

內(nèi)容概要

《金銀島》講述的是浪漫而奇險的海上尋寶故事。一日，少年吉姆·霍金夢見寶藏和海上歷險。沒過幾天，他就從一位生命垂危的水手彭斯的手中得到藏寶圖，他與鄉(xiāng)紳屈利勞尼、醫(yī)生李福西等一道乘船去尋找南方的寶島。然而，海盜頭目西爾弗及其手下也一道上船。原來，這筆價值70萬英鎊的寶藏是已故海盜船長弗林特留下的，他的爪牙還在，他們也在覬覦這宗財寶，于是，一場驚心動魄的奪寶大戰(zhàn)由此展開?！　∵@雖是一本寫給孩子們的書，但小說題材新穎，情節(jié)變幻莫測，尤其是幾個主要人物性格鮮明生動，即使是海盜西爾弗，也并不臉譜化，因而，這部小說自誕生以來一直深受各年齡層讀者的喜愛，并多次被手搬上銀幕。

作者簡介

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer. Stevenson was greatly admired by many authors, including Jorge Luis Borges, Ernest Hemingway; Rudyard Kipling, Marcel Schwob, Vladimir Nabokov, J. M. Barrie, and G. K. Chesterton, who said of him that he "seemed to pick the right word up on the point of his pen, like a man playing spillikins".

書籍目錄

PART ONE The Old Buccaneer  1 The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow  2 Black Dog Appears and Disappears  3 The Black Spot  4 The Sea-chest  5 The Last of the Blind Man  6 The Captain's Papers  71 Go to BristolPART TWO The Sea-cook  8 At the Sign of the Spy-glass  9 Powder and Arms  10 The Voyage  11 What I Heard in the Apple Barrel  12 Council of WarPART THREE My Shore Adventure  13 How My Shore Adventure Began  14 The First Blow  15 The Man of the IslandPART FOUR The Stockade  16 Narrative Continued by the Doctor: How the Ship was Abandoned  17 Narrative Continued by the Doctor: The Jolly-boat's Last Trip  18 Narrative Continued by the Doctor: End of the First Day's Fighting  19 Narrative Resumed by Jim Hawkins: The Garrison in the Stockade  20 Silver's Embassy  21 The AttackPART FIVE My Sea Adventure  22 How My Sea Adventure Began  23 The Ebb-tide Runs  24 The Cruise of the Coracle  25 1 Strike the Jolly Roger  26 Israel Hands  27 'Pieces of Eighty'PART SIX Captain Silver  28 In the Enemy's Camp  29 The Black Spot Again  30 On Parole  31 The Treasure-hunt--Flint's Pointer  32 The Treasure-hunt--The Voice Among the Trees.  33 The Fall of a Chieftain  34 And Last

章節(jié)摘錄

　　Now, look here, said the captain; youve run me down; here I am; well, then, speak up; what is it？　　Thats you, Bill, returned Black Dog, youre in the Tight of it, Billy. Ill have a glass of rum from this dear child here, as Ive took such a liking to; and well sit down, if you please, and talk square, like old shipmates.　 When I returned with the rum, they were already seated on either side of the captains breakfast-table——Black Dog next to the door and sitting sideways so as to have one eye on his old shipmate and one, as I thought, on his retreat.　 He bade me go and leave the door wide open. Noneof your keyholes for me, sonny, he said; and I left themtogether and retired into the bar.　 For a long time, though I certainly did my best to listen, Icould hear nothing but a low gattling; but at last the voicesbegan to grow higher, and I could pick up a word or two,mostly oaths, from the captain.　 No, no, no, no; and an end of it！ he cried once. And again,If it comes to swinging, swing all, say I.　 Then all of a sudden there was a tremendous explosion ofoaths and other noises——the chair and table went over in alump, a clash of steel followed, and then a cry of pain, andthe next instant I saw Black Dog in full flight, and the captainhotly pursuing, both with drawn cutlasses, and the formerstreaming blood from the left shoulder. Just at the door thecaptain aimed at the fugitive one last tremendous cut.　　See or hear anything to increase our terrors, till, to our relief, the door of the Admiral Benbow had closed behind us. I slipped the bolt at once, and we stood and panted for a moment in the dark, alone in the house with the dead captains body. Then my mother got a candle in the bar, andholding each others hands, we advanced into the parlour.He lay as we had left him, on his back, with his eyes openand one arm stretched out. Draw down the blind, Jim, whispered my mother; theymight come and watch outside. And now, said she when Ihad done so, we have to get the key off THAT; and whos totouch it, I should like to know！ And she gave a kind of sobas she said the words. I went down on my knees at once. On the floor close to hishand there was a little round of paper, blackened on the oneside. I could not doubt that this was the BLACK SPOT; andtaking it up, I found written on the other side, in a very good,clear hand, this short message: You have till ten tonight. He had till ten, Mother, said I; and just as I said it, ourold clock began striking. This sudden noise startled usshockingly; but the news was good, for it was only six. Now, Jim, she said, that key.　I felt in his pockets, one after another. A few small coins, athimble, and some thread and big needles, a piece of pigtailtobacco bitten away at the end, his gully with the crookedhandle, a pocket compass, and a tinder box were all that theycontained, and I began to despair.Perhaps its round his neck, suggested my mother.　　Overcoming a strong repugnance, I tore open his shirt atthe neck, and there, sure enough, hanging to a bit of tarrystring, which I cut with his own gully, we found the key. Atthis triumph we were filled with hope and hurried upstairswithout delay to the little room where he had slept so longand where his box had stood since the day of his arrival. It was like any other seamans chest on the outside, theinitial B burned on the top of it with a hot iron, and thecorners somewhat smashed and broken as by long, roughusage.Give me the key, said my mother; and though the lockwas very stiff, she had turned it and thrown back the lid in atwinkling.　A strong smell of tobacco and tar rose from the interior,but nothing was to be seen on the top except a suit of very good clothes, carefully brushed and folded. They had never been worn, my mother said. Under that, the miscellany began——a quadrant, a tin canikin, several sticks of tobacco, two brace of very handsome pistols, a piece of bar silver, anold Spanish watch and some other trinkets of little value andmostly of foreign make, a pair of compasses mounted withbrass, and five or six curious West Indian shells. I have oftenwondered since why he should have carried about theseshells with him in his wandering, guilty, and hunted life. In the meantime, we had found nothing of any value butthe silver and the trinkets.

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　　Under the wide and starry sky,dig the grave and let me lie.glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.　　——Requiem by Stevenson

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