I 'll be as silent as the grave . '' PART TWO -- The Sea-cook 7 I Go to Bristol IT was longer than the squire imagined ere we were ready for the sea , and none of our first plans -- not even Dr. Livesey 's , of keeping me beside him -- could be carried out as we intended . The doctor had to go to London for a physician to take charge of his practice ; the squire was hard at work at Bristol ; and I lived on at the hall under the charge of old Redruth , the gamekeeper , almost a prisoner , but full of sea-dreams and the most charming anticipations of strange islands and adventures . I brooded by the hour together over the map , all the details of which I well remembered . Sitting by the fire in the housekeeper 's room , I approached that island in my fancy from every possible direction ; I explored every acre of its surface ; I climbed a thousand times to that tall hill they call the Spy-glass , and from the top enjoyed the most wonderful and changing prospects . Sometimes the isle was thick with savages , with whom we fought , sometimes full of dangerous animals that hunted us , but in all my fancies nothing occurred to me so strange and tragic as our actual adventures . So the weeks passed on , till one fine day there came a letter addressed to Dr. Livesey , with this addition , `` To be opened , in the case of his absence , by Tom Redruth or young Hawkins . '' Obeying this order , we found , or rather I found -- for the gamekeeper was a poor hand at reading anything but print -- the following important news : Old Anchor Inn , Bristol , March 1 , 17 -- Dear Livesey -- As I do not know whether you are at the hall or still in London , I send this in double to both places . The ship is bought and fitted . She lies at anchor , ready for sea . You never imagined a sweeter schooner -- a child might sail her -- two hundred tons ; name , HISPANIOLA . I got her through my old friend , Blandly , who has proved himself throughout the most surprising trump . The admirable fellow literally slaved in my interest , and so , I may say , did everyone in Bristol , as soon as they got wind of the port we sailed for -- treasure , I mean . `` Redruth , '' said I , interrupting the letter , `` Dr. Livesey will not like that . The squire has been talking , after all . '' `` Well , who 's a better right ? '' growled the gamekeeper . `` A pretty rum go if squire ai n't to talk for Dr. Livesey , I should think . '' At that I gave up all attempts at commentary and read straight on : Blandly himself found the HISPANIOLA , and by the most admirable management got her for the merest trifle . There is a class of men in Bristol monstrously prejudiced against Blandly .
They go the length of declaring that this honest creature would do anything for money , that the XXXXX belonged to him , and that he sold it me absurdly high -- the most transparent calumnies .
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