出版时间:2010-1 出版社:中央编译出版社 作者:史蒂文生 页数:273
内容概要
《金银岛》讲述的是浪漫而奇险的海上寻宝故事。一日,少年吉姆·霍金梦见宝藏和海上历险。没过几天,他就从一位生命垂危的水手彭斯的手中得到藏宝图,他与乡绅屈利劳尼、医生李福西等一道乘船去寻找南方的宝岛。然而,海盗头目西尔弗及其手下也一道上船。原来,这笔价值70万英镑的宝藏是已故海盗船长弗林特留下的,他的爪牙还在,他们也在觊觎这宗财宝,于是,一场惊心动魄的夺宝大战由此展开。 这虽是一本写给孩子们的书,但小说题材新颖,情节变幻莫测,尤其是几个主要人物性格鲜明生动,即使是海盗西尔弗,也并不脸谱化,因而,这部小说自诞生以来一直深受各年龄层读者的喜爱,并多次被手搬上银幕。
作者简介
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".
书籍目录
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
章节摘录
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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MR. PHILEAS FOGG lived, in I872, at No. 7, Saville Row, BurlingtonGardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of themost noticeable members of the Reform Club, though he seemedalways to avoid attracting attention; an enigmatical personage, aboutwhom little was known, except that he was a polished man of theworld. People said that he resembled Byron——at least that his headwas Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live ona thousand years without growing old. Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether Phileas Foggwas a Londoner. He was never seen on 'Change,nor at the Bank, nor in the counting-rooms ofthe “City”; no ships ever came into Londondocks of which he was the owner. Treasure Island is an adventure novel by RobertLouis Stevenson, narrating a tale of“piratesand buried gold”. First published as a book in1883, it was originally serialised in the children smagazine roungFolks between 1881-82 underthe title The Sea Cook, or Treasure Island. It is an adventure tale known for its superbatmosphere, character and action, and alsoa wry commentary on the ambiguity ofmorality——as seen in Long John Silver——unusualfor children's literature then and now. Theinfluence of Treasure Island on popularperception of pirates is vast, including treasuremaps with an “X”, schooners, the Black Spot,tropical islands, and one-legged seaman withparrots on their shoulders.
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