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Tonight, I continue the story, Treasure Island.

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Chapter 13

How My Sure Adventure Began

The appearance of the island when I came on deck next morning was altogether changed.

Although the breeze now utterly ceased, we had made a great deal of way during the night,

and were now lying becalmed about half a mile to the east of the low eastern coast.

Grey-coloured woods covered a large part of the surface.

This even tint was indeed broken up by streaks of yellow sand break in the lower lands and by many tall trees of the pine family, out

to topping the others, some singly, some in clumps, but the general colouring was uniform and sad the hills ran up clear above the vegetation in spires of naked rock

all were strangely shaped and the spy-glass which was by three or,000 feet the tallest on the island,

was likewise the strangest in configuration,

running up share from almost every side,

and then suddenly cut off at 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 and fro. And the whole ship creaking, groaning, and jumping like a

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