当我可怜的父亲远在经历了下降
他赶走。博士利弗西较晚的一个下午，看看
病人，采取了一些晚餐由我的母亲，和
走进客厅烟斗吸烟，直到他的马
应该从哈姆雷特，因为我们没有
舍饲在旧Benbow 。我跟着他，我
记得观察对比整洁，明亮
医生，他的粉洁白如雪和他的明亮，
黑眼睛和愉快的方式，取得了与coltish
乡下人，最重要的是，与肮脏，沉重的，
bleared稻草人的海盗来说，坐着，远走
在朗姆酒，与他的手臂放在桌上。突然，他-的
队长，那就是-开始管他的永恒的歌曲：
“十五名男子对亡灵宝藏-
哟镐镐和一瓶酒！
饮料和魔鬼做了其余-
哟镐镐和一瓶酒！ “
起初，我已经假定“的亡灵宝藏”是
这相同的大方块，他在楼上的前面
房间，以为已经交织在我的恶梦
同一个腿航海人。但是，这
当时我们都早已不再支付任何特定
通知歌曲，这是新的，那天晚上，向谁
但博士利弗西，并在他身上我看到它没有
产生合意的影响，因为他抬起头来了
目前相当愤怒之前他与他的交谈
岁的泰勒，园丁，一个新的治疗
风湿症。在此同时，船长逐渐
光明在自己的音乐，和他在去年定居点
在桌子上的手在他面前的方式我们都知道，以
意味着沉默。的声音立即停止，但是博士
利弗西的;他还像以前讲清楚和实物
并提请轻快之间在他管的每一个字或
二。船长瞪着他一段时间，定居点
他的手再次，瞪着仍然困难，最后爆发
，与恶劣，低宣誓， “沉默的，有，
甲板间！ “
He was only once crossed, and that was towards the end,
when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took
him off. Dr. Livesey came late one afternoon to see
the patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and
went into the parlour to smoke a pipe until his horse
should come down from the hamlet, for we had no
stabling at the old Benbow. I followed him in, and I
remember observing the contrast the neat, bright
doctor, with his powder as white as snow and his bright,
black eyes and pleasant manners, made with the coltish
country folk, and above all, with that filthy, heavy,
bleared scarecrow of a pirate of ours, sitting, far gone
in rum, with his arms on the table. Suddenly he--the
captain, that is--began to pipe up his eternal song:
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
At first I had supposed "the dead man's chest" to be
that identical big box of his upstairs in the front
room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares
with that of the one-legged seafaring man. But by this
time we had all long ceased to pay any particular
notice to the song; it was new, that night, to nobody
but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed it did not
produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a
moment quite angrily before he went on with his talk to
old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the
rheumatics. In the meantime, the captain gradually
brightened up at his own music, and at last flapped his
hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to
mean silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr.
Livesey's; he went on as before speaking clear and kind
and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or
two. The captain glared at him for a while, flapped
his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke
out with a villainous, low oath, "Silence, there,
between decks!"
