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I Go to Bristol

           Mr.Trelawneyhadtakenuphisresidenceataninnfardownthedockstosuperintendtheworkupontheschooner.Thitherwehadnowtowalk,andourway,tomygreatdelight,layalongthequaysandbesidethegreatmultitudeofshipsofallsizesandrigsandnations.Inone,sailorsweresingingattheirwork,inanotherthereweremenaloft,highovermyhead,hangingtothreadsthatseemednothickerthanaspider’s.ThoughIhadlivedbytheshoreallmylife,Iseemednevertohavebeenneartheseatillthen.Thesmelloftarandsaltwassomethingnew.Isawthemostwonderfulfigureheads,thathadallbeenfarovertheocean.Isaw,besides,manyoldsailors,withringsintheirears,andwhiskerscurledinringlets,andtarrypigtails,andtheirswaggering,clumsysea-walk;andifIhadseenasmanykingsorarchbishopsIcouldnothavebeenmoredelighted.

           AndIwasgoingtoseamyself,toseainaschooner,withapipingboatswainandpig-tailedsingingseamen,tosea,boundforanunknownisland,andtoseekforburiedtreasure!

           WhileIwasstillinthisdelightfuldream,wecamesuddenlyinfrontofalargeinnandmetSquireTrelawney,alldressedoutlikeasea-officer,instoutbluecloth,comingoutofthedoorwithasmileonhisfaceandacapitalimitationofasailor’swalk.

           "Hereyouare,"hecried,"andthedoctorcamelastnightfromLondon.Bravo!Theship’scompanycomplete!"

           "Oh,sir,"criedI,"whendowesail?"

           "Sail!"sayshe."Wesailtomorrow!"

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