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After the 32nd chapter of Treasure Island, two of the puppets strolled out to have a pipe before business should begin again, and met in an open place not far from the story. “Good-morning, Cap’n,” said the first, with a man-o’-war salute, and a beaming countenance. “Ah, Silver!” grunted the other. “You’re in a bad way, Silver.”
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“Now, Cap’n Smollett,” remonstrated Silver, “dooty is dooty, as I knows, and none better; but we’re off dooty now; and I can’t see no call to keep up the morality business.” “You’re a damned rogue, my man,” said the Captain. “Come, come, Cap’n, be just,” returned the other. “There’s no call to be angry with me in earnest.
I’m on’y a chara’ter in a sea story. I don’t really exist.” “Well, I don’t really exist either,” says the Captain, “which seems to meet that.” “I wouldn’t set no limits to what a virtuous chara’ter might consider argument,” responded Silver. “But I’m the villain of this tale, I am; and speaking as one seafaring man to another, what I want to know is, what’s the odds?”
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“Were you never taught your catechism?” said the Captain. “Don’t you know there’s such a thing as an Author?” “Such a thing as a Author?” returned John, derisively. “And who better’n me? And the p’int is, if the Author made you, he made Long John, and he made Hands, and Pew, and George Merry—not that George is up to much.
For he’s little more’n a name; and he made Flint, what there is of him; and he made this here mutiny, you keep such a work about; and he had Tom Redruth shot; and—well, if that’s a Author, give me Pew!” “Don’t you believe in a future state?” said Smollett. “Do you think there’s nothing but the present story-paper?”
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“I don’t rightly know for that,” said Silver; “and I don’t see what it’s got to do with it, anyway. What I know is this: if there is sich a thing as a Author, I’m his favourite chara’ter. He does me fathoms better’n he does you—fathoms, he does. And he likes doing me. He keeps me on deck mostly all the time, crutch and all; and he leaves you measling in the hold, where nobody can’t see you.
Nor wants to, and you may lay to that! If there is a Author, by thunder, but he’s on my side, and you may lay to it!” “I see he’s giving you a long rope,” said the Captain. “But that can’t change a man’s convictions. I know the Author respects me; I feel it in my bones; when you and I had that talk at the blockhouse door, who do you think he was for, my man?”
“And don’t he respect me?” cried Silver. “Ah, you should ‘a’ heard me putting down my mutiny, George Merry and Morgan and that lot, no longer ago’n last chapter; you’d heard something then! You’d ‘a’ seen what the Author thinks o’ me! But come now, do you consider yourself a virtuous chara’ter clean through?” “God forbid!” Fables PDF Book
Said Captain Smollett, solemnly. “I am a man that tries to do his duty, and makes a mess of it as often as not. I’m not a very popular man at home, Silver, I’m afraid!” and the Captain sighed. “Ah,” says Silver. “Then how about this sequel of yours? Are you to be Cap’n Smollett just the same as ever, and not very popular at home, says you?
And if so, why, it’s Treasure Island over again, by thunder; and I’ll be Long John, and Pew’ll be Pew, and we’ll have another mutiny, as like as not. Or are you to be somebody else? And if so, why, what the better are you? and what the worse am I?” “Why, look here, my man,” returned the Captain, “I can’t understand how this story comes about at all, can I?
I can’t see how you and I, who don’t exist, should get to speaking here, and smoke our pipes for all the world like reality? Very well, then, who am I to pipe up with my opinions? I know the Author’s on the side of good; he tells me so, it runs out of his pen as he writes. Well, that’s all I need to know; I’ll take my chance upon the rest.” Fables PDF Book
In a certain city there lived a physician who sold yellow paint. This was of so singular a virtue that whoso was bedaubed with it from head to heel was set free from the dangers of life, and the bondage of sin, and the fear of death for ever. So the physician said in his prospectus; and so said all the citizens in the city.
And there was nothing more urgent in men’s hearts than to be properly painted themselves, and nothing they took more delight in than to see others painted. There was in the same city a young man of a very good family but of a somewhat reckless life, who had reached the age of manhood, and would have nothing to say to the paint.
“Tomorrow was soon enough,” said he; and when the morrow came he would still put it off. She might have continued to do until his death; only, he had a friend of about his own age and much of his own manners; and this youth, taking a walk in the public street, with not one fleck of paint upon his body, was suddenly run down by a water-cart and cut off in the heyday of his nakedness. Fables PDF Book
This shook the other to the soul; so that I never beheld a man more earnest to be painted; and on the very same evening, in the presence of all his family, to appropriate music, and himself weeping aloud, he received three complete coats and a touch of varnish on the top. The physician (who was himself affected even to tears) protested he had never done a job so thorough.
Some two months afterwards, the young man was carried on a stretcher to the physician’s house. “What is the meaning of this?” he cried, as soon as the door was opened. “I was to be set free from all the dangers of life; and here have I been run down by that selfsame water-cart, and my leg is broken.” “Dear me!” said the physician.
“This is very sad. But I perceive I must explain to you the action of my paint. A broken bone is a mighty small affair at the worst of it; and it belongs to a class of accident to which my paint is quite inapplicable. Sin, my dear young friend, sin is the sole calamity that a wise man should apprehend; it is against sin that I have fitted you out. Fables PDF Book
And when you come to be tempted, you will give me news of my paint.” “Oh!” said the young man, “I did not understand that, and it seems rather disappointing. But I have no doubt all is for the best; and in the meanwhile, I shall be obliged to you if you will set my leg.” “That is none of my business,” said the physician; “but if your bearers will carry you round the corner to the surgeon’s, I feel sure he will afford relief.”
Some three years later, the young man came running to the physician’s house in a great perturbation. “What is the meaning of this?” he cried. “Here was I to be set free from the bondage of sin; and I have just committed forgery, arson and murder.” “Dear me,” said the physician. “This is very serious. Off with your clothes at once.”
And as soon as the young man had stripped, he examined him from head to foot. “No,” he cried with great relief, “there is not a flake broken. Cheer up, my young friend, your paint is as good as new.” “Good God!” cried the young man, “and what then can be the use of it?” “Why,” said the physician, “I perceive I must explain to you the nature of the action of my paint. Fables PDF Book Download
It does not exactly prevent sin; it extenuates instead the painful consequences. It is not so much for this world, as for the next; it is not against life; in short, it is against death that I have fitted you out. And when you come to die, you will give me news of my paint.” “Oh!” cried the young man, “I had not understood that, and it seems a little disappointing.
But there is no doubt all is for the best: and in the meanwhile, I shall be obliged if you will help me to undo the evil I have brought on innocent persons.” “That is none of my business,” said the physician; “but if you will go round the corner to the police office, I feel sure it will afford you relief to give yourself up.” Six weeks later, the physician was called to the town gaol.
Once upon a time there came to this earth a visitor from a neighbouring planet. And he was met at the place of his descent by a great philosopher, who was to show him everything. First of all they came through a wood, and the stranger looked upon the trees. “Whom have we here?” said he. Fables PDF Book Download
“These are only vegetables,” said the philosopher. “They are alive, but not at all interesting.” “I don’t know about that,” said the stranger. “They seem to have very good manners. Do they never speak?” “They lack the gift,” said the philosopher. “Yet I think I hear them sing,” said the other. “That is only the wind among the leaves,” said the philosopher.
“I will explain to you the theory of winds: it is very interesting.” “Well,” said the stranger, “I wish I knew what they are thinking.” “They cannot think,” said the philosopher. “I don’t know about that,” returned the stranger: and then, laying his hand upon a trunk: “I like these people,” said he. “They are not people at all,” said the philosopher.
“Come along.” Next they came through a meadow where there were cows. “These are very dirty people,” said the stranger. “They are not people at all,” said the philosopher; and he explained what a cow is in scientific words which I have forgotten. “That is all one to me,” said the stranger. “But why do they never look up?” Fables PDF Book Download
“Because they are graminivorous,” said the philosopher; “and to live upon grass, which is not highly nutritious, requires so close an attention to business that they have no time to think, or speak, or look at the scenery, or keep themselves clean.” “Well,” said the stranger, “that is one way to live, no doubt.
But I prefer the people with the green heads.” Next they came into a city, and the streets were full of men and women. “These are very odd people,” said the stranger. “They are the people of the greatest nation in the world,” said the philosopher. “Are they indeed?” said the stranger. “They scarcely look so.”
There was a man in the islands who fished for his bare bellyful, and took his life in his hands to go forth upon the sea between four planks. But though he had much ado, he was merry of heart; and the gulls heard him laugh when the spray met him. And though he had little lore, he was sound of spirit; and when the fish came to his hook in the mid-waters, he blessed God without weighing. Fables PDF Book Download
He was bitter poor in goods and bitter ugly of countenance, and he had no wife. It fell in the time of the fishing that the man awoke in his house about the midst of the afternoon. The fire burned in the midst, and the smoke went up and the sun came down by the chimney. And the man was aware of the likeness of one that warmed his hands at the red peats.
“I greet you,” said the man, “in the name of God.” “I greet you,” said he that warmed his hands, “but not in the name of God, for I am none of His; nor in the name of Hell, for I am not of Hell. For I am but a bloodless thing, less than wind and lighter than a sound, and the wind goes through me like a net, and I am broken by a sound and shaken by the cold.”
“Be plain with me,” said the man, “and tell me your name and of your nature.” “My name,” quoth the other, “is not yet named, and my nature not yet sure. For I am part of a man; and I was a part of your fathers, and went out to fish and fight with them in the ancient days. But now is my turn not yet come. Fables PDF Book Free
And I wait until you have a wife, and then shall I be in your son, and a brave part of him, rejoicing manfully to launch the boat into the surf, skilful to direct the helm, and a man of might where the ring closes and the blows are going.” “This is a marvellous thing to hear,” said the man; “and if you are indeed to be my son.
I fear it will go ill with you; for I am bitter poor in goods and bitter ugly in face, and I shall never get me a wife if I live to the age of eagles.” “All this hate I come to remedy, my Father,” said the Poor Thing; “for we must go this night to the little isle of sheep, where our fathers lie in the dead-cairn, and tomorrow to the Earl’s Hall, and there shall you find a wife by my providing.”