Contents

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Prologue[vii]
Book I
Out of the Constant East the Breeze[2]
CHAPTER
I.Introduces the Secretary to the Treasury of His Britannic Majesty's Government at Nassau[3]
II.The Narrative of Henry P. Tobias, Ex-Pirate, as dictated on his deathbed, in the year of our Lord, 1859[13]
III.In which I charter the Maggie Darling[21]
IV.In which Tom catches an enchanted fish, and discourses of the dangers of treasure hunting[30]
V.In which we begin to understand our unwelcome passenger[40]
VI.The incident of the Captain[48]
VII.In which the sucking fish has a chance to show its virtue[57]
VIII.In which I once again sit up and behold the sun[64]
IX.In which Tom and I attend several funerals[69]
X.In which Tom and I seriously start in treasure hunting[75]
XI.An unfinished game of cards[85]
Book II
The dotted cays, with their little trees[92]
I.Once more in John Saunders's snuggery[95]
II.In which I learn something[100]
III.In which I am afforded glimpses into futurity—possibly useful[108]
IV.In which we take ship once more[123]
V.In which we enter the wilderness[141]
VI.Duck[154]
VII.More particulars concerning our young companion[160]
VIII.Better than duck[169]
Book III
Across the scarce-awakened sea[178]
I.In which we gather shells—and other matters[179]
II.In which I catch a glimpse of a different kind of treasure[187]
III.Under the Influence of the Moon[193]
IV.In which I meet a very strange individual[200]
V.Calypso[213]
VI.Doubloons[223]
VII.In which the "King" dreams a dream—and tells us about it[232]
VIII.News![239]
IX.Old Friends[246]
X.The Hidden Creek[253]
XI.An Old Enemy[258]
XII.In which the "King" imprisons me with some old books and pictures[266]
XIII.We Begin to Dig[274]
XIV.In which I lose my way[283]
XV.In which I pursue my studies as a Troglodyte[292]
XVI.In which I understand the feelings of a Ghost![306]
XVII.Action[315]
XVIII.Gathering up the threads[321]
Postscript[328]
Epilogue By the Editor[332]

BOOK I

Out of the constant East the breeze
Brings morning, like a wafted rose,
Across the glimmering lagoon,
And wakes the still palmetto trees,
And blows adrift the phantom moon,
That paler and still paler glows—
Up with the anchor! let's be going!
O hoist the sail! and let's be going!
Glory and glee
Of the morning sea—
Ah! let's be going!

Under our keel a glass of dreams
Still fairer than the morning sky,
A jewel shot with blue and gold,
The swaying clearness streams and gleams,
A crystal mountain smoothly rolled
O'er magic gardens flowing by—
Over we go the sea-fans waving,
Over the rainbow corals paving
The deep-sea floor;
No more, no more
Would I seek the shore
To make my grave in—
O sea-fans waving!