While hiding in an Apple barrel, Jim discovers a horrible treachery of foot.

Robert Lewis Stevenson, today on the Classic Tales Podcast.

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Last week, we set sail to Treasure Island.

Using Billy Bones' map and a crew largely handpicked by Long John Silver,

Jim Hawkins, Dr. Livzi, Squire Trelonny, Captain Smollett,

and a handful of trustworthy men headed Silver's crew of Miss Creons.

But late one night, as Jim was asleep inside an Apple barrel,

he was suddenly jostled awake and heard something that chilled him to the bone.

And now Treasure Island, part three of seven by Robert Lewis Stevenson.

Chapter five, what I heard in the Apple barrel.

No, not I, said silver. Flint was captain. I was quartermaster, along my timber leg.

The same broadside I lost my leg, old fuel lost his dead lights.

It was a master's surgeon, him that amputated me, out of college and all,

Latin by the bucket and whatnot. But he was hang like a dog,

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