Dead Men Tell No Tales

This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by E. W. Hornung, which is now, at last, again available to you.

Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Dead Men Tell No Tales:

That, however, will surprise you the less when I pause to declare that I have paid as much as four shillings and sixpence for half a loaf of execrable bread; that my mate and I, between us, seldom took more than a few pennyweights of gold-dust in any one day; and never once struck pick into nugget, big or little, though we had the mortification of inspecting the mammoth masses of which we found the papers full on landing, and which had brought the gold-fever to its height during our very voyage.

...In the forecastle a voice is humming a song of Eva Denisons that has caught the fancy of the men; the young girl who sang it so sweetly not twenty minutes since who sang it again and again to please the crew she alone is at war with our little world she alone would head a mutiny if she could.

...So I left her, with the greatest effort of all my life (but one); and yet in passing, full as my heart was of love and self, I could not but lay a hand on poor Readys shoulders.

...All, that is, but a terror-stricken few, who lay along the jibboom like flies upon a stick: all but two or three more whom we left fatally hesitating in the forechains: all but the selfish savages who had been the first to perish in the pinnace, and one distracted couple who had thrown their children into the kindly ocean, and jumped in after them out of their torment, locked for ever in each others arms.

...And he held out his hand to our love, who had been watching him all this time with eyes of stone; but now she turned her back upon him without a word.