The Merry Men, and Other Tales and Fables — John Shaqi
The Merry Men, and Other Tales and FablesStevenson, Robert Louis
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The Merry Men, and Other Tales and Fables
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Boys -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Paranormal fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
The suddenness of this change of weather so fixed my eyes on heaven
that it was some seconds before they alighted on the bay, mapped out
below my feet, and robbed a moment later of the sun. The knoll which I
had just surmounted overflanked a little amphitheatre of lower hillocks
sloping towards the sea, and beyond that the yellow arc of beach and
the whole extent of Sandag Bay. It was a scene on which I had often
looked down, but where I had never before beheld a human figure. I had
but just turned my back upon it and left it empty, and my wonder may be
fancied when I saw a boat and several men in that deserted spot. The
boat was lying by the rocks. A pair of fellows, bareheaded, with their
sleeves rolled up, and one with a boathook, kept her with difficulty to
her moorings for the current was growing brisker every moment. A little
way off upon the ledge two men in black clothes, whom I judged to be
superior in rank, laid their heads together over some task which at
first I did not understand, but a second after I had made it out—they
were taking bearings with the compass; and just then I saw one of them
unroll a sheet of paper and lay his finger down, as though identifying
features in a map. Meanwhile a third was walking to and fro, polling
among the rocks and peering over the edge into the water. While I was
still watching them with the stupefaction of surprise, my mind hardly
yet able to work on what my eyes reported, this third person suddenly
stooped and summoned his companions with a cry so loud that it reached
my ears upon the hill. The others ran to him, even dropping the compass
in their hurry, and I could see the bone and the shoe-buckle going from
hand to hand, causing the most unusual gesticulations of surprise and
interest. Just then I could hear the seamen crying from the boat, and
saw them point westward to that cloud continent which was ever the more
rapidly unfurling its blackness over heaven. The others seemed to
consult; but the danger was too pressing to be braved, and they bundled
into the boat carrying my relies with them, and set forth out of the
bay with all speed of oars.
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