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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 501 ***</div>
+
+<h1 class="faux">THE STORY OF DOCTOR DOLITTLE</h1>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 501px;">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="501" height="800" alt="cover" />
+</div>
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="maintitle"><i>THE STORY OF DOCTOR DOLITTLE</i></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a id="Frontispiece"></a>
+<img src="images/i-002.jpg" width="600" height="318" alt="town" />
+<div class="caption">“A little town called Puddleby-on-the-Marsh”</div>
+</div>
+<hr class="chap" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 464px;">
+<img src="images/title.jpg" width="464" height="797" alt="Title page" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="maintitle">
+THE<br />
+<i>Story of</i><br />
+DOCTOR DOLITTLE</div>
+<div class="center"><br />
+<i>BEING THE<br />
+HISTORY OF HIS PECULIAR LIFE<br />
+AT HOME AND ASTONISHING ADVENTURES<br />
+IN FOREIGN PARTS. NEVER BEFORE PRINTED.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>TOLD BY HUGH LOFTING</i>   &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;   <i>ILLUSTRATED BY THE AUTHOR</i><br />
+
+<br />
+<i>Published by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY at 443 FOURTH AVENUE, NEW YORK.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>A.D. 1920</i><br />
+<br />
+WITH AN INTRODUCTION TO THE TENTH PRINTING<br />
+BY HUGH WALPOLE<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="copyright">
+<i>Copyright, 1920, by</i><br />
+<span class="smcap">Frederick A. Stokes Company</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>All rights reserved, including that of translation<br />
+into foreign languages</i><br />
+<br />
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Printing dates">
+<tr>
+<td align="left">First Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">Aug.&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">24, 1920</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Second Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">Dec.&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">17, 1920</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Third Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">April&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">16, 1921</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Fourth Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">July&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">7, 1921</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Fifth Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">Sept.&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">1, 1921</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Sixth Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">Oct.&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">26, 1921</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Seventh Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">Dec.&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">5, 1921</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Eighth Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">April&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">3, 1922</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Ninth Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">Aug.&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">18, 1922</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Tenth Printing,</td>
+<td align="left">Nov.&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">28, 1922</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Eleventh Printing,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left">April&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="right">2, 1923</td>
+</tr>
+</table></div>
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class="smcap">Printed in the United States of America</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+TO<br />
+ALL CHILDREN<br />
+<br />
+<small>CHILDREN IN YEARS AND CHILDREN IN HEART<br />
+I DEDICATE THIS STORY</small><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a><br /><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>INTRODUCTION TO THE TENTH
+PRINTING</i></h2>
+
+
+<p>THERE are some of us now reaching
+middle age who discover themselves to be lamenting
+the past in one respect if in none other,
+that there are no books written now for children
+comparable with those of thirty years ago. I
+say written <i>for</i> children because the new psychological
+business of writing <i>about</i> them as though
+they were small pills or hatched in some especially
+scientific method is extremely popular to-day.
+Writing for children rather than about
+them is very difficult as everybody who has tried
+it knows. It can only be done, I am convinced,
+by somebody having a great deal of the child
+in his own outlook and sensibilities. Such was
+the author of “The Little Duke” and “The
+Dove in the Eagle’s Nest,” such the author of
+“A Flatiron for a Farthing,” and “The Story
+of a Short Life.” Such, above all, the author of
+“Alice in Wonderland.” Grownups imagine
+that they can do the trick by adopting baby<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span>
+language and talking down to their very critical
+audience. There never was a greater mistake.
+The imagination of the author must be a child’s
+imagination and yet maturely consistent, so that
+the White Queen in “Alice,” for instance, is
+seen just as a child would see her, but she continues
+always herself through all her distressing
+adventures. The supreme touch of the white
+rabbit pulling on his white gloves as he hastens
+is again absolutely the child’s vision, but the
+white rabbit as guide and introducer of Alice’s
+adventures belongs to mature grown insight.</p>
+
+<p>Geniuses are rare and, without being at all
+an undue praiser of times past, one can say without
+hesitation that until the appearance of Hugh
+Lofting, the successor of Miss Yonge, Mrs.
+Ewing, Mrs. Gatty and Lewis Carroll had not
+appeared. I remember the delight with which
+some six months ago I picked up the first “Dolittle”
+book in the Hampshire bookshop at
+Smith College in Northampton. One of Mr.
+Lofting’s pictures was quite enough for me.
+The picture that I lighted upon when I first
+opened the book was the one of the monkeys<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span>
+making a chain with their arms across the gulf.
+Then I looked further and discovered Bumpo
+reading fairy stories to himself. And then
+looked again and there was a picture of John
+Dolittle’s house.</p>
+
+<p>But pictures are not enough although most
+authors draw so badly that if one of them happens
+to have the genius for line that Mr. Lofting
+shows there must be, one feels, something in his
+writing as well. There is. You cannot read the
+first paragraph of the book, which begins in the
+right way “Once upon a time” without knowing
+that Mr. Lofting believes in his story quite
+as much as he expects you to. That is the first
+essential for a story teller. Then you discover
+as you read on that he has the right eye for the
+right detail. What child-inquiring mind could
+resist this intriguing sentence to be found on the
+second page of the book:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>“Besides the gold-fish in the pond at the bottom
+of his garden, he had rabbits in the pantry,
+white mice in his piano, a squirrel in the linen
+closet and a hedgehog in the cellar.”</p></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And then when you read a little further you
+will discover that the Doctor is not merely a
+peg on whom to hang exciting and various adventures
+but that he is himself a man of original
+and lively character. He is a very kindly, generous
+man, and anyone who has ever written
+stories will know that it is much more difficult
+to make kindly, generous characters interesting
+than unkindly and mean ones. But Dolittle is interesting.
+It is not only that he is quaint but
+that he is wise and knows what he is about. The
+reader, however young, who meets him gets very
+soon a sense that if he were in trouble, not necessarily
+medical, he would go to Dolittle and ask
+his advice about it. Dolittle seems to extend
+his hand from the page and grasp that of his
+reader, and I can see him going down the centuries
+a kind of Pied Piper with thousands of
+children at his heels. But not only is he a darling
+and alive and credible but his creator has
+also managed to invest everybody else in the
+book with the same kind of life.</p>
+
+<p>Now this business of giving life to animals,
+making them talk and behave like human<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span>
+beings, is an extremely difficult one. Lewis Carroll
+absolutely conquered the difficulties, but I
+am not sure that anyone after him until Hugh
+Lofting has really managed the trick; even in
+such a masterpiece as “The Wind in the Willows”
+we are not quite convinced. John Dolittle’s
+friends are convincing because their creator
+never forces them to desert their own characteristics.
+Polynesia, for instance, is natural
+from first to last. She really does care about
+the Doctor but she cares as a bird would care,
+having always some place to which she is going
+when her business with her friends is over. And
+when Mr. Lofting invents fantastic animals he
+gives them a kind of credible possibility which
+is extraordinarily convincing. It will be impossible
+for anyone who has read this book not
+to believe in the existence of the pushmi-pullyu,
+who would be credible enough even were there
+no drawing of it, but the picture on page 153
+settles the matter of his truth once and for all.</p>
+
+<p>In fact this book is a work of genius and, as
+always with works of genius, it is difficult to
+analyze the elements that have gone to make<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span>
+it. There is poetry here and fantasy and humor,
+a little pathos but, above all, a number of creations
+in whose existence everybody must believe
+whether they be children of four or old men of
+ninety or prosperous bankers of forty-five. I
+don’t know how Mr. Lofting has done it; I
+don’t suppose that he knows himself. There it
+is—the first real children’s classic since “Alice.”</p>
+
+<div class="sig">
+<span class="smcap">Hugh Walpole.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>CONTENTS</i></h2>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents">
+<tr>
+<td align="left" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Introduction</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_vii">vii</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left" colspan="2"><small>CHAPTER</small></td>
+<td align="right"><small>PAGE</small></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">I&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Puddleby</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">II&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Animal Language</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">III&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">More Money Troubles</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">IV&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Message from Africa</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">V&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Great Journey</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">VI&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Polynesia and the King</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">VII&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Bridge of Apes</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">VIII&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Leader of the Lions</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">IX&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Monkeys’ Council</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">X&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Rarest Animal of All</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XI&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Black Prince</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XII&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Medicine and Magic</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XIII&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Red Sails and Blue Wings</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XIV&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Rats’ Warning</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XV&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Barbary Dragon</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XVI&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Too-Too, the Listener</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XVII&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Ocean Gossips</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XVIII&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Smells</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XIX&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Rock</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XX&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Fisherman’s Town</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="right">XXI&nbsp;</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Home Again</span></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a><br /><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>ILLUSTRATIONS</i></h2>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustrations">
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“A little town called Puddleby-on-the-Marsh”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><i><a href="#Frontispiece">Frontispiece</a></i></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">&nbsp;</div></td>
+<td align="right"><small>PAGE</small></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“And she never came to see him any more”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“He could see as well as ever”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“They came at once to his house on the edge of the town”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“They used to sit in chairs on the lawn”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘All right,’ said the Doctor, ‘go and get married’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“One evening when the Doctor was asleep in his chair”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘I felt sure there was twopence left’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“And the voyage began”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘We must have run into Africa’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘I got into it because I did not want to be drowned’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“And Queen Ermintrude was asleep”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘Who’s that?’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“Cheering and waving leaves and swinging out of the branches to greet him”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“John Dolittle was the last to cross”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“He made all the monkeys who were still well come and be vaccinated”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘<i>ME, the King of Beasts</i>, to wait on a lot of dirty monkeys?’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“Then the Grand Gorilla got up”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[xvi]</a></span>“‘Lord save us!’ cried the duck. ‘How does it make up its mind?’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“He began reading the fairy-stories to himself”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“Crying bitterly and waving till the ship was out of sight”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘They are surely the pirates of Barbary’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘And you have heard that rats always leave a sinking ship?’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘Look here, Ben Ali—’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘Sh!—Listen!—I do believe there’s someone in there!’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘You stupid piece of warm bacon!’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“‘Doctor!’ he cried. ‘I’ve got it!’”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_160">160</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“And she kissed the Doctor many times”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“The Doctor sat in a chair in front”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><div class="hang1">“He began running round the garden like a crazy thing”</div></td>
+<td align="right"><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="maintitle"><i>THE STORY OF DOCTOR DOLITTLE</i></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="maintitle">THE STORY OF<br />
+DOCTOR DOLITTLE</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE FIRST CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>PUDDLEBY</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-019.jpg" width="123" height="140" alt="O" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">ONCE upon a time, many years ago—when
+our grandfathers were
+little children—there was a doctor;
+and his name was Dolittle—John
+Dolittle, M.D. “M.D.”
+means that he was a proper doctor
+and knew a whole lot.</p>
+
+<p>He lived in a little town called, Puddleby-on-the-Marsh.
+All the folks, young and old,
+knew him well by sight. And whenever he
+walked down the street in his high hat everyone
+would say, “There goes the Doctor!—He’s
+a clever man.” And the dogs and the children
+would all run up and follow behind him; and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>
+even the crows that lived in the church-tower
+would caw and nod their heads.</p>
+
+<p>The house he lived in, on the edge of the
+town, was quite small; but his garden was very
+large and had a wide lawn and stone seats and
+weeping-willows hanging over. His sister,
+Sarah Dolittle, was housekeeper for him; but
+the Doctor looked after the garden himself.</p>
+
+<p>He was very fond of animals and kept many
+kinds of pets. Besides the gold-fish in the pond
+at the bottom of his garden, he had rabbits in
+the pantry, white mice in his piano, a squirrel
+in the linen closet and a hedgehog in the cellar.
+He had a cow with a calf too, and an old lame
+horse—twenty-five years of age—and chickens,
+and pigeons, and two lambs, and many other
+animals. But his favorite pets were Dab-Dab
+the duck, Jip the dog, Gub-Gub the baby pig,
+Polynesia the parrot, and the owl Too-Too.</p>
+
+<p>His sister used to grumble about all these animals
+and said they made the house untidy.
+And one day when an old lady with rheumatism
+came to see the Doctor, she sat on the hedgehog
+who was sleeping on the sofa and never came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a><br /><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
+to see him any more, but drove every Saturday
+all the way to Oxenthorpe, another town ten
+miles off, to see a different doctor.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i-021.jpg" width="600" height="256" alt="woman leaving doctor's house" />
+<div class="caption">“And she never came to see him any more”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Then his sister, Sarah Dolittle, came to him
+and said,</p>
+
+<p>“John, how can you expect sick people to
+come and see you when you keep all these animals
+in the house? It’s a fine doctor would have
+his parlor full of hedgehogs and mice! That’s
+the fourth personage these animals have driven
+away. Squire Jenkins and the Parson say they
+wouldn’t come near your house again—no matter
+how sick they are. We are getting poorer
+every day. If you go on like this, none of the
+best people will have you for a doctor.”</p>
+
+<p>“But I like the animals better than the ‘best
+people’,” said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“You are ridiculous,” said his sister, and
+walked out of the room.</p>
+
+<p>So, as time went on, the Doctor got more and
+more animals; and the people who came to see
+him got less and less. Till at last he had no
+one left—except the Cat’s-meat-Man, who didn’t
+mind any kind of animals. But the Cat’s-meat-Man<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>
+wasn’t very rich and he only got sick once
+a year—at Christmas-time, when he used to give
+the Doctor sixpence for a bottle of medicine.</p>
+
+<p>Sixpence a year wasn’t enough to live on—even
+in those days, long ago; and if the Doctor
+hadn’t had some money saved up in his money-box,
+no one knows what would have happened.</p>
+
+<p>And he kept on getting still more pets; and of
+course it cost a lot to feed them. And the money
+he had saved up grew littler and littler.</p>
+
+<p>Then he sold his piano, and let the mice live
+in a bureau-drawer. But the money he got for
+that too began to go, so he sold the brown suit
+he wore on Sundays and went on becoming
+poorer and poorer.</p>
+
+<p>And now, when he walked down the street
+in his high hat, people would say to one another,
+“There goes John Dolittle, M.D.! There was a
+time when he was the best known doctor in the
+West Country—Look at him now—He hasn’t
+any money and his stockings are full of holes!”</p>
+
+<p>But the dogs and the cats and the children
+still ran up and followed him through the town—the
+same as they had done when he was rich.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a><br /><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE SECOND CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>ANIMAL LANGUAGE</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-025.jpg" width="113" height="142" alt="I" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">IT happened one day that the Doctor
+was sitting in his kitchen talking
+with the Cat’s-meat-Man
+who had come to see him with a
+stomach-ache.</p>
+
+<p>“Why don’t you give up being
+a people’s doctor, and be an animal-doctor?”
+asked the Cat’s-meat-Man.</p>
+
+<p>The parrot, Polynesia, was sitting in the window
+looking out at the rain and singing a sailor-song
+to herself. She stopped singing and
+started to listen.</p>
+
+<p>“You see, Doctor,” the Cat’s-meat-Man went
+on, “you know all about animals—much more
+than what these here vets do. That book you
+wrote—about cats, why, it’s wonderful! I can’t
+read or write myself—or maybe <i>I’d</i> write some
+books. But my wife, Theodosia, she’s a scholar,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
+she is. And she read your book to me. Well,
+it’s wonderful—that’s all can be said—wonderful.
+You might have been a cat yourself. You
+know the way they think. And listen: you can
+make a lot of money doctoring animals. Do
+you know that? You see, I’d send all the old
+women who had sick cats or dogs to you. And
+if they didn’t get sick fast enough, I could put
+something in the meat I sell ’em to make ’em
+sick, see?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, no,” said the Doctor quickly. “You
+mustn’t do that. That wouldn’t be right.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I didn’t mean real sick,” answered the
+Cat’s-meat-Man. “Just a little something to
+make them droopy-like was what I had reference
+to. But as you say, maybe it ain’t quite
+fair on the animals. But they’ll get sick anyway,
+because the old women always give ’em too
+much to eat. And look, all the farmers round
+about who had lame horses and weak lambs—they’d
+come. Be an animal-doctor.”</p>
+
+<p>When the Cat’s-meat-Man had gone the parrot
+flew off the window on to the Doctor’s table
+and said,</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“That man’s got sense. That’s what you
+ought to do. Be an animal-doctor. Give the
+silly people up—if they haven’t brains enough
+to see you’re the best doctor in the world. Take
+care of animals instead—<i>they</i>’ll soon find it out.
+Be an animal-doctor.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, there are plenty of animal-doctors,” said
+John Dolittle, putting the flower-pots outside on
+the window-sill to get the rain.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, there <i>are</i> plenty,” said Polynesia. “But
+none of them are any good at all. Now listen,
+Doctor, and I’ll tell you something. Did you
+know that animals can talk?”</p>
+
+<p>“I knew that parrots can talk,” said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, we parrots can talk in two languages—people’s
+language and bird-language,” said
+Polynesia proudly. “If I say, ‘Polly wants a
+cracker,’ you understand me. But hear this:
+<i>Ka-ka oi-ee, fee-fee?</i>”</p>
+
+<p>“Good Gracious!” cried the Doctor. “What
+does that mean?”</p>
+
+<p>“That means, ‘Is the porridge hot yet?’—in
+bird-language.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“My! You don’t say so!” said the Doctor.
+“You never talked that way to me before.”</p>
+
+<p>“What would have been the good?” said
+Polynesia, dusting some cracker-crumbs off her
+left wing. “You wouldn’t have understood me
+if I had.”</p>
+
+<p>“Tell me some more,” said the Doctor, all excited;
+and he rushed over to the dresser-drawer
+and came back with the butcher’s book and a
+pencil. “Now don’t go too fast—and I’ll write
+it down. This is interesting—very interesting—something
+quite new. Give me the Birds’
+A.B.C. first—slowly now.”</p>
+
+<p>So that was the way the Doctor came to know
+that animals had a language of their own and
+could talk to one another. And all that afternoon,
+while it was raining, Polynesia sat on the
+kitchen table giving him bird words to put down
+in the book.</p>
+
+<p>At tea-time, when the dog, Jip, came in, the
+parrot said to the Doctor, “See, <i>he</i>’s talking to
+you.”</p>
+
+<p>“Looks to me as though he were scratching his
+ear,” said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“But animals don’t always speak with their
+mouths,” said the parrot in a high voice, raising
+her eyebrows. “They talk with their ears,
+with their feet, with their tails—with everything.
+Sometimes they don’t <i>want</i> to make a
+noise. Do you see now the way he’s twitching
+up one side of his nose?”</p>
+
+<p>“What’s that mean?” asked the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“That means, ‘Can’t you see that it has
+stopped raining?’” Polynesia answered. “He
+is asking you a question. Dogs nearly always
+use their noses for asking questions.”</p>
+
+<p>After a while, with the parrot’s help, the
+Doctor got to learn the language of the animals
+so well that he could talk to them himself and
+understand everything they said. Then he gave
+up being a people’s doctor altogether.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the Cat’s-meat-Man had told every
+one that John Dolittle was going to become an
+animal-doctor, old ladies began to bring him
+their pet pugs and poodles who had eaten too
+much cake; and farmers came many miles to
+show him sick cows and sheep.</p>
+
+<p>One day a plow-horse was brought to him;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
+and the poor thing was terribly glad to find a
+man who could talk in horse-language.</p>
+
+<p>“You know, Doctor,” said the horse, “that
+vet over the hill knows nothing at all. He has
+been treating me six weeks now—for spavins.
+What I need is <i>spectacles</i>. I am going blind in
+one eye. There’s no reason why horses
+shouldn’t wear glasses, the same as people. But
+that stupid man over the hill never even looked
+at my eyes. He kept on giving me big pills.
+I tried to tell him; but he couldn’t understand
+a word of horse-language. What I need is spectacles.”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course—of course,” said the Doctor.
+“I’ll get you some at once.”</p>
+
+<p>“I would like a pair like yours,” said the
+horse—“only green. They’ll keep the sun out
+of my eyes while I’m plowing the Fifty-Acre
+Field.”</p>
+
+<p>“Certainly,” said the Doctor. “Green ones
+you shall have.”</p>
+
+<p>“You know, the trouble is, Sir,” said the
+plow-horse as the Doctor opened the front door
+to let him out—“the trouble is that <i>anybody</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
+thinks he can doctor animals—just because the
+animals don’t complain. As a matter of fact
+it takes a much cleverer man to be a really good
+animal-doctor than it does to be a good people’s
+doctor. My farmer’s boy thinks he knows all
+about horses. I wish you could see him—his
+face is so fat he looks as though he had no eyes—and
+he has got as much brain as a potato-bug.
+He tried to put a mustard-plaster on me last
+week.”</p>
+
+<p>“Where did he put it?” asked the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, he didn’t put it anywhere—on me,” said
+the horse. “He only tried to. I kicked him
+into the duck-pond.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, well!” said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m a pretty quiet creature as a rule,” said
+the horse—“very patient with people—don’t
+make much fuss. But it was bad enough to
+have that vet giving me the wrong medicine.
+And when that red-faced booby started to
+monkey with me, I just couldn’t bear it any
+more.”</p>
+
+<p>“Did you hurt the boy much?” asked the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Oh, no,” said the horse. “I kicked him in
+the right place. The vet’s looking after him
+now. When will my glasses be ready?”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll have them for you next week,” said the
+Doctor. “Come in again Tuesday—Good
+morning!”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/i-032.jpg" width="430" height="219" alt="doctor testing having horse with spectacles on read eye-chart" />
+<div class="caption">“He could see as well as ever”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Then John Dolittle got a fine, big pair of
+green spectacles; and the plow-horse stopped
+going blind in one eye and could see as well as
+ever.</p>
+
+<p>And soon it became a common sight to see
+farm-animals wearing glasses in the country
+round Puddleby; and a blind horse was a thing
+unknown.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And so it was with all the other animals that
+were brought to him. As soon as they found
+that he could talk their language, they told him
+where the pain was and how they felt, and of
+course it was easy for him to cure them.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
+<img src="images/i-033.jpg" width="435" height="331" alt="house on what looks like a seawall" />
+<div class="caption">“They came at once to his house on the edge of the town”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Now all these animals went back and told
+their brothers and friends that there was a doctor
+in the little house with the big garden who
+really <i>was</i> a doctor. And whenever any creatures
+got sick—not only horses and cows and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
+dogs—but all the little things of the fields, like
+harvest-mice and water-voles, badgers and bats,
+they came at once to his house on the edge of the
+town, so that his big garden was nearly always
+crowded with animals trying to get in to see
+him.</p>
+
+<p>There were so many that came that he had to
+have special doors made for the different kinds.
+He wrote “HORSES” over the front door,
+“COWS” over the side door, and “SHEEP” on
+the kitchen door. Each kind of animal had a
+separate door—even the mice had a tiny tunnel
+made for them into the cellar, where they
+waited patiently in rows for the Doctor to come
+round to them.</p>
+
+<p>And so, in a few years’ time, every living
+thing for miles and miles got to know about
+John Dolittle, M.D. And the birds who flew
+to other countries in the winter told the animals
+in foreign lands of the wonderful doctor
+of Puddleby-on-the-Marsh, who could understand
+their talk and help them in their troubles.
+In this way he became famous among the animals—all
+over the world—better known even<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
+than he had been among the folks of the West
+Country. And he was happy and liked his life
+very much.</p>
+
+<p>One afternoon when the Doctor was busy
+writing in a book, Polynesia sat in the window—as
+she nearly always did—looking out at
+the leaves blowing about in the garden. Presently
+she laughed aloud.</p>
+
+<p>“What is it, Polynesia?” asked the Doctor,
+looking up from his book.</p>
+
+<p>“I was just thinking,” said the parrot; and
+she went on looking at the leaves.</p>
+
+<p>“What were you thinking?”</p>
+
+<p>“I was thinking about people,” said Polynesia.
+“People make me sick. They think they’re so
+wonderful. The world has been going on now
+for thousands of years, hasn’t it? And the only
+thing in animal-language that <i>people</i> have
+learned to understand is that when a dog wags
+his tail he means ‘I’m glad!’—It’s funny, isn’t
+it? You are the very first man to talk like us.
+Oh, sometimes people annoy me dreadfully—such
+airs they put on—talking about ‘the dumb
+animals.’ <i>Dumb!</i>—Huh! Why I knew a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
+macaw once who could say ‘Good morning!’ in
+seven different ways without once opening his
+mouth. He could talk every language—and
+Greek. An old professor with a gray beard
+bought him. But he didn’t stay. He said the
+old man didn’t talk Greek right, and he couldn’t
+stand listening to him teach the language wrong.
+I often wonder what’s become of him. That
+bird knew more geography than people will ever
+know.—<i>People</i>, Golly! I suppose if people
+ever learn to fly—like any common hedge-sparrow—we
+shall never hear the end of it!”</p>
+
+<p>“You’re a wise old bird,” said the Doctor.
+“How old are you really? I know that parrots
+and elephants sometimes live to be very, very
+old.”</p>
+
+<p>“I can never be quite sure of my age,” said
+Polynesia. “It’s either a hundred and eighty-three
+or a hundred and eighty-two. But I
+know that when I first came here from Africa,
+King Charles was still hiding in the oak-tree—because
+I saw him. He looked scared to
+death.”</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE THIRD CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>MORE MONEY TROUBLES</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-037.jpg" width="204" height="146" alt="A" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">AND soon now the Doctor
+began to make money
+again; and his sister,
+Sarah, bought a new
+dress and was happy.</p>
+
+<p>Some of the animals
+who came to see him were so sick that they had
+to stay at the Doctor’s house for a week. And
+when they were getting better they used to sit in
+chairs on the lawn.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 378px;">
+<img src="images/i-037b.jpg" width="378" height="110" alt="Pig and goose in lawn chairs with the doctor" />
+<div class="caption">“They used to sit in chairs on the lawn”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>And often even after they got well, they did
+not want to go away—they liked the Doctor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>
+and his house so much. And he never had the
+heart to refuse them when they asked if they
+could stay with him. So in this way he went
+on getting more and more pets.</p>
+
+<p>Once when he was sitting on his garden wall,
+smoking a pipe in the evening, an Italian organ-grinder
+came round with a monkey on a string.
+The Doctor saw at once that the monkey’s collar
+was too tight and that he was dirty and unhappy.
+So he took the monkey away from the
+Italian, gave the man a shilling and told him
+to go. The organ-grinder got awfully angry
+and said that he wanted to keep the monkey.
+But the Doctor told him that if he didn’t go
+away he would punch him on the nose. John
+Dolittle was a strong man, though he wasn’t
+very tall. So the Italian went away saying rude
+things and the monkey stayed with Doctor Dolittle
+and had a good home. The other animals
+in the house called him “Chee-Chee”—which
+is a common word in monkey-language,
+meaning “ginger.”</p>
+
+<p>And another time, when the circus came to
+Puddleby, the crocodile who had a bad toothache<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
+escaped at night and came into the Doctor’s
+garden. The Doctor talked to him in
+crocodile-language and took him into the house
+and made his tooth better. But when the crocodile
+saw what a nice house it was—with all the
+different places for the different kinds of animals—he
+too wanted to live with the Doctor.
+He asked couldn’t he sleep in the fish-pond at
+the bottom of the garden, if he promised not
+to eat the fish. When the circus-men came to
+take him back he got so wild and savage that
+he frightened them away. But to every one in
+the house he was always as gentle as a kitten.</p>
+
+<p>But now the old ladies grew afraid to send
+their lap-dogs to Doctor Dolittle because of the
+crocodile; and the farmers wouldn’t believe that
+he would not eat the lambs and sick calves they
+brought to be cured. So the Doctor went to
+the crocodile and told him he must go back
+to his circus. But he wept such big tears, and
+begged so hard to be allowed to stay, that the
+Doctor hadn’t the heart to turn him out.</p>
+
+<p>So then the Doctor’s sister came to him and
+said,</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“John, you must send that creature away.
+Now the farmers and the old ladies are afraid
+to send their animals to you—just as we were
+beginning to be well off again. Now we shall
+be ruined entirely. This is the last straw. I
+will no longer be housekeeper for you if you
+don’t send away that alligator.”</p>
+
+<p>“It isn’t an alligator,” said the Doctor—“it’s
+a crocodile.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t care what you call it,” said his sister.
+“It’s a nasty thing to find under the bed. I
+won’t have it in the house.”</p>
+
+<p>“But he has promised me,” the Doctor answered,
+“that he will not bite any one. He
+doesn’t like the circus; and I haven’t the money
+to send him back to Africa where he comes
+from. He minds his own business and on the
+whole is very well behaved. Don’t be so
+fussy.”</p>
+
+<p>“I tell you I <i>will not</i> have him around,” said
+Sarah. “He eats the linoleum. If you don’t
+send him away this minute I’ll—I’ll go and get
+married!”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” said the Doctor, “go and get married.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
+It can’t be helped.” And he took down
+his hat and went out into the garden.</p>
+
+<p>So Sarah Dolittle packed up her things and
+went off; and the Doctor was left all alone with
+his animal family.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 436px;">
+<img src="images/i-041.jpg" width="436" height="287" alt="Doctor's sister dn doctor with alligator looking on" />
+<div class="caption">“‘All right,’ said the Doctor, ‘go and get married’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>And very soon he was poorer than he had
+ever been before. With all these mouths to fill,
+and the house to look after, and no one to do
+the mending, and no money coming in to pay
+the butcher’s bill, things began to look very difficult.
+But the Doctor didn’t worry at all.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Money is a nuisance,” he used to say.
+“We’d all be much better off if it had never
+been invented. What does money matter, so
+long as we are happy?”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/i-042.jpg" width="441" height="431" alt="Doctor assleep in chair, cow behind him, cat on stairs" />
+<div class="caption">“One evening when the Doctor was asleep in his chair”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>But soon the animals themselves began to get
+worried. And one evening when the Doctor
+was asleep in his chair before the kitchen-fire<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
+they began talking it over among themselves in
+whispers. And the owl, Too-Too, who was
+good at arithmetic, figured it out that there was
+only money enough left to last another week—if
+they each had one meal a day and no more.</p>
+
+<p>Then the parrot said, “I think we all ought
+to do the housework ourselves. At least we can
+do that much. After all, it is for our sakes that
+the old man finds himself so lonely and so
+poor.”</p>
+
+<p>So it was agreed that the monkey, Chee-Chee,
+was to do the cooking and mending; the dog
+was to sweep the floors; the duck was to dust
+and make the beds; the owl, Too-Too, was to
+keep the accounts, and the pig was to do the
+gardening. They made Polynesia, the parrot,
+housekeeper and laundress, because she was the
+oldest.</p>
+
+<p>Of course at first they all found their new
+jobs very hard to do—all except Chee-Chee, who
+had hands, and could do things like a man. But
+they soon got used to it; and they used to think
+it great fun to watch Jip, the dog, sweeping
+his tail over the floor with a rag tied onto it for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
+a broom. After a little they got to do the work
+so well that the Doctor said that he had never
+had his house kept so tidy or so clean before.</p>
+
+<p>In this way things went along all right for a
+while; but without money they found it very
+hard.</p>
+
+<p>Then the animals made a vegetable and flower
+stall outside the garden-gate and sold radishes
+and roses to the people that passed by along the
+road.</p>
+
+<p>But still they didn’t seem to make enough
+money to pay all the bills—and still the Doctor
+wouldn’t worry. When the parrot came to
+him and told him that the fishmonger wouldn’t
+give them any more fish, he said,</p>
+
+<p>“Never mind. So long as the hens lay eggs
+and the cow gives milk we can have omelettes
+and junket. And there are plenty of vegetables
+left in the garden. The Winter is still a long
+way off. Don’t fuss. That was the trouble
+with Sarah—she would fuss. I wonder how
+Sarah’s getting on—an excellent woman—in
+some ways—Well, well!”</p>
+
+<p>But the snow came earlier than usual that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
+year; and although the old lame horse hauled
+in plenty of wood from the forest outside the
+town, so they could have a big fire in the kitchen,
+most of the vegetables in the garden were gone,
+and the rest were covered with snow; and many
+of the animals were really hungry.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a><br /><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE FOURTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>A MESSAGE FROM AFRICA</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-047.jpg" width="141" height="152" alt="T" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">THAT Winter was a very cold
+one. And one night in December,
+when they were all sitting
+round the warm fire in the
+kitchen, and the Doctor was
+reading aloud to them out of
+books he had written himself in animal-language,
+the owl, Too-Too, suddenly said,</p>
+
+<p>“Sh! What’s that noise outside?”</p>
+
+<p>They all listened; and presently they heard
+the sound of some one running. Then the door
+flew open and the monkey, Chee-Chee, ran in,
+badly out of breath.</p>
+
+<p>“Doctor!” he cried, “I’ve just had a message
+from a cousin of mine in Africa. There is a
+terrible sickness among the monkeys out there.
+They are all catching it—and they are dying
+in hundreds. They have heard of you, and beg
+you to come to Africa to stop the sickness.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Who brought the message?” asked the Doctor,
+taking off his spectacles and laying down
+his book.</p>
+
+<p>“A swallow,” said Chee-Chee. “She is outside
+on the rain-butt.”</p>
+
+<p>“Bring her in by the fire,” said the Doctor.
+“She must be perished with the cold. The swallows
+flew South six weeks ago!”</p>
+
+<p>So the swallow was brought in, all huddled
+and shivering; and although she was a little
+afraid at first, she soon got warmed up and sat
+on the edge of the mantelpiece and began to
+talk.</p>
+
+<p>When she had finished the Doctor said,</p>
+
+<p>“I would gladly go to Africa—especially in
+this bitter weather. But I’m afraid we haven’t
+money enough to buy the tickets. Get me the
+money-box, Chee-Chee.”</p>
+
+<p>So the monkey climbed up and got it off the
+top shelf of the dresser.</p>
+
+<p>There was nothing in it—not one single
+penny!</p>
+
+<p>“I felt sure there was twopence left,” said the
+Doctor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“There <i>was</i>” said the owl. “But you spent
+it on a rattle for that badger’s baby when he
+was teething.”</p>
+
+<p>“Did I?” said the Doctor—“dear me, dear
+me! What a nuisance money is, to be sure!
+Well, never mind. Perhaps if I go down to
+the seaside I shall be able to borrow a boat that
+will take us to Africa. I knew a seaman once
+who brought his baby to me with measles.
+Maybe he’ll lend us his boat—the baby got
+well.”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 393px;">
+<img src="images/i-049.jpg" width="393" height="267" alt="dcctor looking into empty can" />
+<div class="caption">“‘I felt sure there was twopence left’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>So early the next morning the Doctor went
+down to the sea-shore. And when he came back<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
+he told the animals it was all right—the sailor
+was going to lend them the boat.</p>
+
+<p>Then the crocodile and the monkey and the
+parrot were very glad and began to sing, because
+they were going back to Africa, their real
+home. And the Doctor said,</p>
+
+<p>“I shall only be able to take you three—with
+Jip the dog, Dab-Dab the duck, Gub-Gub the
+pig and the owl, Too-Too. The rest of the animals,
+like the dormice and the water-voles and
+the bats, they will have to go back and live in
+the fields where they were born till we come
+home again. But as most of them sleep through
+the Winter, they won’t mind that—and besides,
+it wouldn’t be good for them to go to Africa.”</p>
+
+<p>So then the parrot, who had been on long sea-voyages
+before, began telling the Doctor all the
+things he would have to take with him on the
+ship.</p>
+
+<p>“You must have plenty of pilot-bread,” she
+said—“‘hard tack’ they call it. And you must
+have beef in cans—and an anchor.”</p>
+
+<p>“I expect the ship will have its own anchor,”
+said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Well, make sure,” said Polynesia. “Because
+it’s very important. You can’t stop if you
+haven’t got an anchor. And you’ll need a
+bell.”</p>
+
+<p>“What’s that for?” asked the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“To tell the time by,” said the parrot. “You
+go and ring it every half-hour and then you
+know what time it is. And bring a whole lot of
+rope—it always comes in handy on voyages.”</p>
+
+<p>Then they began to wonder where they were
+going to get the money from to buy all the
+things they needed.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, bother it! Money again,” cried the
+Doctor. “Goodness! I shall be glad to get to
+Africa where we don’t have to have any! I’ll
+go and ask the grocer if he will wait for his
+money till I get back—No, I’ll send the sailor
+to ask him.”</p>
+
+<p>So the sailor went to see the grocer. And
+presently he came back with all the things they
+wanted.</p>
+
+<p>Then the animals packed up; and after they
+had turned off the water so the pipes wouldn’t
+freeze, and put up the shutters, they closed the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
+house and gave the key to the old horse who
+lived in the stable. And when they had seen
+that there was plenty of hay in the loft to last
+the horse through the Winter, they carried all
+their luggage down to the seashore and got on
+to the boat.</p>
+
+<p>The Cat’s-meat-Man was there to see them
+off; and he brought a large suet-pudding as a
+present for the Doctor because, he said he had
+been told, you couldn’t get suet-puddings in foreign
+parts.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as they were on the ship, Gub-Gub,
+the pig, asked where the beds were, for it was
+four o’clock in the afternoon and he wanted
+his nap. So Polynesia took him downstairs into
+the inside of the ship and showed him the beds,
+set all on top of one another like book-shelves
+against a wall.</p>
+
+<p>“Why, that isn’t a bed!” cried Gub-Gub.
+“That’s a shelf!”</p>
+
+<p>“Beds are always like that on ships,” said the
+parrot. “It isn’t a shelf. Climb up into it and
+go to sleep. That’s what you call ‘a bunk.’”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t think I’ll go to bed yet,” said Gub-Gub.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a><br /><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
+“I’m too excited. I want to go upstairs
+again and see them start.”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i-053.jpg" width="600" height="380" alt="ship in harbor" />
+<div class="caption">“And the voyage began”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>“Well, this is your first trip,” said Polynesia.
+“You will get used to the life after a while.”
+And she went back up the stairs of the ship,
+humming this song to herself,</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+<div class="verse">I’ve seen the Black Sea and the Red Sea;</div>
+<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I rounded the Isle of Wight;</span></div>
+<div class="verse">I discovered the Yellow River,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Orange too—by night.</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Now Greenland drops behind again,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I sail the ocean Blue.</span></div>
+<div class="verse">I’m tired of all these colors, Jane,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So I’m coming back to you.</span></div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>They were just going to start on their journey,
+when the Doctor said he would have to go back
+and ask the sailor the way to Africa.</p>
+
+<p>But the swallow said she had been to that
+country many times and would show them how
+to get there.</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor told Chee-Chee to pull up the
+anchor and the voyage began.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE FIFTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE GREAT JOURNEY</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-055.jpg" width="177" height="148" alt="N" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">NOW for six whole weeks they
+went sailing on and on, over
+the rolling sea, following the
+swallow who flew before the
+ship to show them the way.
+At night she carried a tiny
+lantern, so they should not miss her in the dark;
+and the people on the other ships that passed
+said that the light must be a shooting star.</p>
+
+<p>As they sailed further and further into the
+South, it got warmer and warmer. Polynesia,
+Chee-Chee and the crocodile enjoyed the hot
+sun no end. They ran about laughing and looking
+over the side of the ship to see if they could
+see Africa yet.</p>
+
+<p>But the pig and the dog and the owl, Too-Too,
+could do nothing in such weather, but
+sat at the end of the ship in the shade of a big<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>
+barrel, with their tongues hanging out, drinking
+lemonade.</p>
+
+<p>Dab-Dab, the duck, used to keep herself cool
+by jumping into the sea and swimming behind
+the ship. And every once in a while, when
+the top of her head got too hot, she would dive
+under the ship and come up on the other side.
+In this way, too, she used to catch herrings on
+Tuesdays and Fridays—when everybody on the
+boat ate fish to make the beef last longer.</p>
+
+<p>When they got near to the Equator they saw
+some flying-fishes coming towards them. And
+the fishes asked the parrot if this was Doctor
+Dolittle’s ship. When she told them it was, they
+said they were glad, because the monkeys in
+Africa were getting worried that he would never
+come. Polynesia asked them how many miles
+they had yet to go; and the flying-fishes said
+it was only fifty-five miles now to the coast of
+Africa.</p>
+
+<p>And another time a whole school of porpoises
+came dancing through the waves; and they too
+asked Polynesia if this was the ship of the famous<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+doctor. And when they heard that it was,
+they asked the parrot if the Doctor wanted anything
+for his journey.</p>
+
+<p>And Polynesia said, “Yes. We have run
+short of onions.”</p>
+
+<p>“There is an island not far from here,” said
+the porpoises, “where the wild onions grow tall
+and strong. Keep straight on—we will get
+some and catch up to you.”</p>
+
+<p>So the porpoises dashed away through the
+sea. And very soon the parrot saw them again,
+coming up behind, dragging the onions through
+the waves in big nets made of seaweed.</p>
+
+<p>The next evening, as the sun was going down,
+the Doctor said,</p>
+
+<p>“Get me the telescope, Chee-Chee. Our
+journey is nearly ended. Very soon we should
+be able to see the shores of Africa.”</p>
+
+<p>And about half an hour later, sure enough,
+they thought they could see something in front
+that might be land. But it began to get darker
+and darker and they couldn’t be sure.</p>
+
+<p>Then a great storm came up, with thunder<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
+and lightning. The wind howled; the rain
+came down in torrents; and the waves got so
+high they splashed right over the boat.</p>
+
+<p>Presently there was a big BANG! The ship
+stopped and rolled over on its side.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s happened?” asked the Doctor, coming
+up from downstairs.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m not sure,” said the parrot; “but I think
+we’re ship-wrecked. Tell the duck to get out
+and see.”</p>
+
+<p>So Dab-Dab dived right down under the
+waves. And when she came up she said they
+had struck a rock; there was a big hole in the
+bottom of the ship; the water was coming in;
+and they were sinking fast.</p>
+
+<p>“We must have run into Africa,” said the
+Doctor. “Dear me, dear me!—Well—we must
+all swim to land.”</p>
+
+<p>But Chee-Chee and Gub-Gub did not know
+how to swim.</p>
+
+<p>“Get the rope!” said Polynesia. “I told you
+it would come in handy. Where’s that duck?
+Come here, Dab-Dab. Take this end of the
+rope, fly to the shore and tie it on to a palm-tree;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
+and we’ll hold the other end on the ship
+here. Then those that can’t swim must climb
+along the rope till they reach the land. That’s
+what you call a ‘life-line.’”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 428px;">
+<img src="images/i-059.jpg" width="428" height="343" alt="ship wrecked on rocks" />
+<div class="caption">“‘We must have run into Africa’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>So they all got safely to the shore—some swimming,
+some flying; and those that climbed along
+the rope brought the Doctor’s trunk and hand-bag
+with them.</p>
+
+<p>But the ship was no good any more—with the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
+big hole in the bottom; and presently the rough
+sea beat it to pieces on the rocks and the timbers
+floated away.</p>
+
+<p>Then they all took shelter in a nice dry cave
+they found, high up in the cliffs, till the storm
+was over.</p>
+
+<p>When the sun came out next morning they
+went down to the sandy beach to dry themselves.</p>
+
+<p>“Dear old Africa!” sighed Polynesia. “It’s
+good to get back. Just think—it’ll be a hundred
+and sixty-nine years to-morrow since I was
+here! And it hasn’t changed a bit!—Same old
+palm-trees; same old red earth; same old black
+ants! There’s no place like home!”</p>
+
+<p>And the others noticed she had tears in her
+eyes—she was so pleased to see her country once
+again.</p>
+
+<p>Then the Doctor missed his high hat; for it
+had been blown into the sea during the storm.
+So Dab-Dab went out to look for it. And presently
+she saw it, a long way off, floating on the
+water like a toy-boat.</p>
+
+<p>When she flew down to get it, she found one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
+of the white mice, very frightened, sitting inside
+it.</p>
+
+<p>“What are you doing here?” asked the duck.
+“You were told to stay behind in Puddleby.”</p>
+
+<p>“I didn’t want to be left behind,” said the
+mouse. “I wanted to see what Africa was like—I
+have relatives there. So I hid in the baggage
+and was brought on to the ship with the
+hard-tack. When the ship sank I was terribly
+frightened—because I cannot swim far. I
+swam as long as I could, but I soon got all exhausted
+and thought I was going to sink. And
+then, just at that moment, the old man’s hat came
+floating by; and I got into it because I did not
+want to be drowned.”</p>
+
+<p>So the duck took up the hat with the mouse in
+it and brought it to the Doctor on the shore.
+And they all gathered round to have a look.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s what you call a ‘stowaway,’” said the
+parrot.</p>
+
+<p>Presently, when they were looking for a place
+in the trunk where the white mouse could travel
+comfortably, the monkey, Chee-Chee, suddenly
+said,</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Sh! I hear footsteps in the jungle!”</p>
+
+<p>They all stopped talking and listened. And
+soon a black man came down out of the woods
+and asked them what they were doing there.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/i-062.jpg" width="430" height="407" alt="duck looking at mouse in hat" />
+<div class="caption">“‘I got into it because I did not want to be drowned’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>“My name is John Dolittle—M.D.,” said the
+Doctor. “I have been asked to come to Africa
+to cure the monkeys who are sick.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“You must all come before the King,” said the
+black man.</p>
+
+<p>“What king?” asked the Doctor, who didn’t
+want to waste any time.</p>
+
+<p>“The King of the Jolliginki,” the man answered.
+“All these lands belong to him; and all
+strangers must be brought before him. Follow
+me.”</p>
+
+<p>So they gathered up their baggage and went
+off, following the man through the jungle.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a><br /><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE SIXTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>POLYNESIA AND THE KING</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-065.jpg" width="293" height="142" alt="W" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">WHEN they had
+gone a little
+way through
+the thick forest,
+they came
+to a wide, clear
+space; and they saw the King’s palace which was
+made of mud.</p>
+
+<p>This was where the King lived with his
+Queen, Ermintrude, and their son, Prince
+Bumpo. The Prince was away fishing for salmon
+in the river. But the King and Queen
+were sitting under an umbrella before the palace
+door. And Queen Ermintrude was asleep.</p>
+
+<p>When the Doctor had come up to the palace
+the King asked him his business; and the Doctor
+told him why he had come to Africa.</p>
+
+<p>“You may not travel through my lands,” said
+the King. “Many years ago a white man came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>
+to these shores; and I was very kind to him.
+But after he had dug holes in the ground to get
+the gold, and killed all the elephants to get their
+ivory tusks, he went away secretly in his ship—
+without so much as saying ‘Thank you.’ Never
+again shall a white man travel through the lands
+of Jolliginki.”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 312px;">
+<img src="images/i-066.jpg" width="312" height="366" alt="King and queen sitting under an umbrella" />
+<div class="caption">“And Queen Ermintrude was asleep”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Then the King turned to some of the black
+men who were standing near and said, “Take<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+away this medicine-man—with all his animals,
+and lock them up in my strongest prison.”</p>
+
+<p>So six of the black men led the Doctor and
+all his pets away and shut them up in a stone
+dungeon. The dungeon had only one little window,
+high up in the wall, with bars in it; and
+the door was strong and thick.</p>
+
+<p>Then they all grew very sad; and Gub-Gub,
+the pig, began to cry. But Chee-Chee said he
+would spank him if he didn’t stop that horrible
+noise; and he kept quiet.</p>
+
+<p>“Are we all here?” asked the Doctor, after
+he had got used to the dim light.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, I think so,” said the duck and started
+to count them.</p>
+
+<p>“Where’s Polynesia?” asked the crocodile.
+“She isn’t here.”</p>
+
+<p>“Are you sure?” said the Doctor. “Look
+again. Polynesia! Polynesia! Where are
+you?”</p>
+
+<p>“I suppose she escaped,” grumbled the crocodile.
+“Well, that’s just like her!—Sneaked off
+into the jungle as soon as her friends got into
+trouble.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“I’m not that kind of a bird,” said the parrot,
+climbing out of the pocket in the tail of the
+Doctor’s coat. “You see, I’m small enough to
+get through the bars of that window; and I was
+afraid they would put me in a cage instead.
+So while the King was busy talking, I hid in
+the Doctor’s pocket—and here I am! That’s
+what you call a ‘ruse,’” she said, smoothing
+down her feathers with her beak.</p>
+
+<p>“Good Gracious!” cried the Doctor.
+“You’re lucky I didn’t sit on you.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now listen,” said Polynesia, “to-night, as
+soon as it gets dark, I am going to creep through
+the bars of that window and fly over to the
+palace. And then—you’ll see—I’ll soon find
+a way to make the King let us all out of prison.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, what can <i>you</i> do?” said Gub-Gub, turning
+up his nose and beginning to cry again.
+“You’re only a bird!”</p>
+
+<p>“Quite true,” said the parrot. “But do not
+forget that although I am only a bird, <i>I can talk
+like a man</i>—and I know these darkies.”</p>
+
+<p>So that night, when the moon was shining
+through the palm-trees and all the King’s men<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
+were asleep, the parrot slipped out through the
+bars of the prison and flew across to the palace.
+The pantry window had been broken by a tennis
+ball the week before; and Polynesia popped
+in through the hole in the glass.</p>
+
+<p>She heard Prince Bumpo snoring in his bedroom
+at the back of the palace. Then she tip-toed
+up the stairs till she came to the King’s
+bedroom. She opened the door gently and
+peeped in.</p>
+
+<p>The Queen was away at a dance that night
+at her cousin’s; but the King was in bed fast
+asleep.</p>
+
+<p>Polynesia crept in, very softly, and got under
+the bed.</p>
+
+<p>Then she coughed—just the way Doctor Dolittle
+used to cough. Polynesia could mimic
+any one.</p>
+
+<p>The King opened his eyes and said sleepily:
+“Is that you, Ermintrude?” (He thought it
+was the Queen come back from the dance.)</p>
+
+<p>Then the parrot coughed again—loud, like a
+man. And the King sat up, wide awake, and
+said, “Who’s that?”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“I am Doctor Dolittle,” said the parrot—just
+the way the Doctor would have said it.</p>
+
+<p>“What are you doing in my bedroom?” cried
+the King. “How dare you get out of prison!
+Where are you?—I don’t see you.”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 322px;">
+<img src="images/i-070.jpg" width="322" height="364" alt="King in bed" />
+<div class="caption">“‘Who’s that?’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>But the parrot just laughed—a long, deep,
+jolly laugh, like the Doctor’s.</p>
+
+<p>“Stop laughing and come here at once, so I
+can see you,” said the King.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Foolish King!” answered Polynesia. “Have
+you forgotten that you are talking to John Dolittle,
+M.D.—the most wonderful man on earth?
+Of course you cannot see me. I have made myself
+invisible. There is nothing I cannot do.
+Now listen: I have come here to-night to warn
+you. If you don’t let me and my animals travel
+through your kingdom, I will make you and all
+your people sick like the monkeys. For I can
+make people well: and I can make people ill—just
+by raising my little finger. Send your soldiers
+at once to open the dungeon door, or you
+shall have mumps before the morning sun has
+risen on the hills of Jolliginki.”</p>
+
+<p>Then the King began to tremble and was very
+much afraid.</p>
+
+<p>“Doctor,” he cried, “it shall be as you say.
+Do not raise your little finger, please!” And he
+jumped out of bed and ran to tell the soldiers
+to open the prison door.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as he was gone, Polynesia crept downstairs
+and left the palace by the pantry window.</p>
+
+<p>But the Queen, who was just letting herself
+in at the backdoor with a latch-key, saw the parrot<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
+getting out through the broken glass. And
+when the King came back to bed she told him
+what she had seen.</p>
+
+<p>Then the King understood that he had been
+tricked, and he was dreadfully angry. He hurried
+back to the prison at once.</p>
+
+<p>But he was too late. The door stood open.
+The dungeon was empty. The Doctor and all
+his animals were gone.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE SEVENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE BRIDGE OF APES</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-073.jpg" width="149" height="190" alt="Q" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">QUEEN ERMINTRUDE had
+never in her life seen her husband
+so terrible as he got that
+night. He gnashed his teeth
+with rage. He called everybody
+a fool. He threw his
+tooth-brush at the palace cat. He rushed round
+in his night-shirt and woke up all his army and
+sent them into the jungle to catch the Doctor.
+Then he made all his servants go too—his cooks
+and his gardeners and his barber and Prince
+Bumpo’s tutor—even the Queen, who was tired
+from dancing in a pair of tight shoes, was packed
+off to help the soldiers in their search.</p>
+
+<p>All this time the Doctor and his animals were
+running through the forest towards the Land of
+the Monkeys as fast as they could go.</p>
+
+<p>Gub-Gub, with his short legs, soon got tired;
+and the Doctor had to carry him—which made<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
+it pretty hard when they had the trunk and the
+hand-bag with them as well.</p>
+
+<p>The King of the Jolliginki thought it would
+be easy for his army to find them, because the
+Doctor was in a strange land and would not
+know his way. But he was wrong; because the
+monkey, Chee-Chee, knew all the paths through
+the jungle—better even than the King’s men did.
+And he led the Doctor and his pets to the very
+thickest part of the forest—a place where no
+man had ever been before—and hid them all in
+a big hollow tree between high rocks.</p>
+
+<p>“We had better wait here,” said Chee-Chee,
+“till the soldiers have gone back to bed. Then
+we can go on into the Land of the Monkeys.”</p>
+
+<p>So there they stayed the whole night through.</p>
+
+<p>They often heard the King’s men searching
+and talking in the jungle round about. But
+they were quite safe, for no one knew of that
+hiding-place but Chee-Chee—not even the other
+monkeys.</p>
+
+<p>At last, when daylight began to come through
+the thick leaves overhead, they heard Queen
+Ermintrude saying in a very tired voice that it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
+was no use looking any more—that they might
+as well go back and get some sleep.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the soldiers had all gone home,
+Chee-Chee brought the Doctor and his animals
+out of the hiding-place and they set off for the
+Land of the Monkeys.</p>
+
+<p>It was a long, long way; and they often got
+very tired—especially Gub-Gub. But when he
+cried they gave him milk out of the cocoanuts,
+which he was very fond of.</p>
+
+<p>They always had plenty to eat and drink; because
+Chee-Chee and Polynesia knew all the
+different kinds of fruits and vegetables that grow
+in the jungle, and where to find them—like
+dates and figs and ground-nuts and ginger and
+yams. They used to make their lemonade out of
+the juice of wild oranges, sweetened with honey
+which they got from the bees’ nests in hollow
+trees. No matter what it was they asked
+for, Chee-Chee and Polynesia always seemed to
+be able to get it for them—or something like it.
+They even got the Doctor some tobacco one day,
+when he had finished what he had brought with
+him and wanted to smoke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>At night they slept in tents made of palm-leaves,
+on thick, soft beds of dried grass. And
+after a while they got used to walking such a lot
+and did not get so tired and enjoyed the life of
+travel very much.</p>
+
+<p>But they were always glad when the night
+came and they stopped for their resting-time.
+Then the Doctor used to make a little fire of
+sticks; and after they had had their supper, they
+would sit round it in a ring, listening to Polynesia
+singing songs about the sea, or to Chee-Chee
+telling stories of the jungle.</p>
+
+<p>And many of the tales that Chee-Chee told
+were very interesting. Because although the
+monkeys had no history-books of their own before
+Doctor Dolittle came to write them for
+them, they remember everything that happens by
+telling stories to their children. And Chee-Chee
+spoke of many things his grandmother had told
+him—tales of long, long, long ago, before Noah
+and the Flood,—of the days when men dressed
+in bear-skins and lived in holes in the rock and
+ate their mutton raw, because they did not know
+what cooking was—having never seen a fire.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
+And he told them of the Great Mammoths and
+Lizards, as long as a train, that wandered over
+the mountains in those times, nibbling from the
+tree-tops. And often they got so interested
+listening, that when he had finished they found
+their fire had gone right out; and they had to
+scurry round to get more sticks and build a new
+one.</p>
+
+<p>Now when the King’s army had gone back
+and told the King that they couldn’t find the
+Doctor, the King sent them out again and told
+them they must stay in the jungle till they caught
+him. So all this time, while the Doctor and his
+animals were going along towards the Land of
+the Monkeys, thinking themselves quite safe,
+they were still being followed by the King’s men.
+If Chee-Chee had known this, he would most
+likely have hidden them again. But he didn’t
+know it.</p>
+
+<p>One day Chee-Chee climbed up a high rock
+and looked out over the tree-tops. And when
+he came down he said they were now quite close
+to the Land of the Monkeys and would soon
+be there.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And that same evening, sure enough, they saw
+Chee-Chee’s cousin and a lot of other monkeys,
+who had not yet got sick, sitting in the trees by
+the edge of a swamp, looking and waiting for
+them. And when they saw the famous doctor
+really come, these monkeys made a tremendous
+noise, cheering and waving leaves and swinging
+out of the branches to greet him.</p>
+
+<p>They wanted to carry his bag and his trunk
+and everything he had—and one of the bigger
+ones even carried Gub-Gub who had got tired
+again. Then two of them rushed on in front to
+tell the sick monkeys that the great doctor had
+come at last.</p>
+
+<p>But the King’s men, who were still following,
+had heard the noise of the monkeys cheering;
+and they at last knew where the Doctor was,
+and hastened on to catch him.</p>
+
+<p>The big monkey carrying Gub-Gub was coming
+along behind slowly, and he saw the Captain
+of the army sneaking through the trees.
+So he hurried after the Doctor and told him to
+run.</p>
+
+<p>Then they all ran harder than they had ever<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a><br /><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
+run in their lives; and the King’s men, coming
+after them, began to run too; and the Captain
+ran hardest of all.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i-079.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Monkeys in jungle, doctor in distance" />
+<div class="caption">“Cheering and waving leaves and swinging out of the branches to greet him”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Then the Doctor tripped over his medicine-bag
+and fell down in the mud, and the Captain
+thought he would surely catch him this time.</p>
+
+<p>But the Captain had very long ears—though
+his hair was very short. And as he sprang forward
+to take hold of the Doctor, one of his ears
+caught fast in a tree; and the rest of the army
+had to stop and help him.</p>
+
+<p>By this time the Doctor had picked himself
+up, and on they went again, running and running.
+And Chee-Chee shouted,</p>
+
+<p>“It’s all right! We haven’t far to go now!”</p>
+
+<p>But before they could get into the Land of
+the Monkeys, they came to a steep cliff with a
+river flowing below. This was the end of the
+Kingdom of Jolliginki; and the Land of the
+Monkeys was on the other side—across the
+river.</p>
+
+<p>And Jip, the dog, looked down over the edge
+of the steep, steep cliff and said,</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Golly! How are we ever going to get
+across?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, dear!” said Gub-Gub. “The King’s
+men are quite close now—Look at them! I am
+afraid we are going to be taken back to prison
+again.” And he began to weep.</p>
+
+<p>But the big monkey who was carrying the
+pig dropped him on the ground and cried out
+to the other monkeys,</p>
+
+<p>“Boys—a bridge! Quick!—Make a bridge!
+We’ve only a minute to do it. They’ve got the
+Captain loose, and he’s coming on like a deer.
+Get lively! A bridge! A bridge!”</p>
+
+<p>The Doctor began to wonder what they were
+going to make a bridge out of, and he gazed
+around to see if they had any boards hidden any
+place.</p>
+
+<p>But when he looked back at the cliff, there,
+hanging across the river, was a bridge all ready
+for him—made of living monkeys! For while
+his back was turned, the monkeys—quick as a
+flash—had made themselves into a bridge, just
+by holding hands and feet.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And the big one shouted to the Doctor, “Walk
+over! Walk over—all of you—hurry!”</p>
+
+<p>Gub-Gub was a bit scared, walking on such
+a narrow bridge at that dizzy height above the
+river. But he got over all right; and so did all
+of them.</p>
+
+<p>John Dolittle was the last to cross. And just
+as he was getting to the other side, the King’s
+men came rushing up to the edge of the cliff.</p>
+
+<p>Then they shook their fists and yelled with
+rage. For they saw they were too late. The
+Doctor and all his animals were safe in the Land
+of the Monkeys and the bridge was pulled across
+to the other side.</p>
+
+<p>Then Chee-Chee turned to the Doctor and
+said,</p>
+
+<p>“Many great explorers and gray-bearded
+naturalists have lain long weeks hidden in the
+jungle waiting to see the monkeys do that trick.
+But we never let a white man get a glimpse of it
+before. You are the first to see the famous
+‘Bridge of Apes.’”</p>
+
+<p>And the Doctor felt very pleased.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i-083.jpg" width="550" height="369" alt="doctor and Gub-Gub going over monkey bridge" />
+<div class="caption">“John Dolittle was the last to cross”</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a><br /><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE EIGHTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE LEADER OF THE LIONS</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-085.jpg" width="100" height="135" alt="J" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">JOHN DOLITTLE now became
+dreadfully, awfully busy. He
+found hundreds and thousands of
+monkeys sick—gorillas, orang-outangs,
+chimpanzees, dog-faced baboons,
+marmosettes, gray monkeys,
+red ones—all kinds. And many had died.</p>
+
+<p>The first thing he did was to separate the
+sick ones from the well ones. Then he got
+Chee-Chee and his cousin to build him a little
+house of grass. The next thing: he made all
+the monkeys who were still well come and be
+vaccinated.</p>
+
+<p>And for three days and three nights the
+monkeys kept coming from the jungles and the
+valleys and the hills to the little house of grass,
+where the Doctor sat all day and all night, vaccinating
+and vaccinating.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i-086.jpg" width="600" height="360" alt="hundreds of monkeys lined up at door of hut" />
+<div class="caption">“He made all the monkeys who were still well come and be vaccinated”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Then he had another house made—a big one,
+with a lot of beds in it; and he put all the sick
+ones in this house.</p>
+
+<p>But so many were sick, there were not enough
+well ones to do the nursing. So he sent messages
+to the other animals, like the lions and the
+leopards and the antelopes, to come and help
+with the nursing.</p>
+
+<p>But the Leader of the Lions was a very proud
+creature. And when he came to the Doctor’s
+big house full of beds he seemed angry and
+scornful.</p>
+
+<p>“Do you dare to ask me, Sir?” he said, glaring
+at the Doctor. “Do you dare to ask me—<i>ME,
+the King of Beasts</i>, to wait on a lot of dirty
+monkeys? Why, I wouldn’t even eat them between
+meals!”</p>
+
+<p>Although the lion looked very terrible, the
+Doctor tried hard not to seem afraid of him.</p>
+
+<p>“I didn’t ask you to eat them,” he said quietly.
+“And besides, they’re not dirty. They’ve all
+had a bath this morning. <i>Your</i> coat looks as
+though it needed brushing—badly. Now
+listen, and I’ll tell you something: the day may<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>
+come when the lions get sick. And if you don’t
+help the other animals now, the lions may find
+themselves left all alone when <i>they</i> are in
+trouble. That often happens to proud people.”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 378px;">
+<img src="images/i-088.jpg" width="378" height="285" alt="Doctor and lion talking" />
+<div class="caption">“‘<i>ME, the King of Beasts</i>, to wait on a lot of dirty
+monkeys?’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>“The lions are never <i>in</i> trouble—they only
+<i>make</i> trouble,” said the Leader, turning up his
+nose. And he stalked away into the jungle, feeling
+he had been rather smart and clever.</p>
+
+<p>Then the leopards got proud too and said
+they wouldn’t help. And then of course the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+antelopes—although they were too shy and timid
+to be rude to the Doctor like the lion—<i>they</i>
+pawed the ground, and smiled foolishly, and said
+they had never been nurses before.</p>
+
+<p>And now the poor Doctor was worried frantic,
+wondering where he could get help enough
+to take care of all these thousands of monkeys
+in bed.</p>
+
+<p>But the Leader of the Lions, when he got
+back to his den, saw his wife, the Queen Lioness,
+come running out to meet him with her hair untidy.</p>
+
+<p>“One of the cubs won’t eat,” she said. “I
+don’t know <i>what</i> to do with him. He hasn’t
+taken a thing since last night.”</p>
+
+<p>And she began to cry and shake with nervousness—for
+she was a good mother, even though
+she was a lioness.</p>
+
+<p>So the Leader went into his den and looked
+at his children—two very cunning little cubs, lying
+on the floor. And one of them seemed quite
+poorly.</p>
+
+<p>Then the lion told his wife, quite proudly, just
+what he had said to the Doctor. And she got<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>
+so angry she nearly drove him out of the den.</p>
+
+<p>“You never <i>did</i> have a grain of sense!” she
+screamed. “All the animals from here to the
+Indian Ocean are talking about this wonderful
+man, and how he can cure any kind of sickness,
+and how kind he is—the only man in the whole
+world who can talk the language of the animals!
+And now, <i>now</i>—when we have a sick baby on
+our hands, you must go and offend him! You
+great booby! Nobody but a fool is ever rude
+to a <i>good</i> doctor. You—,” and she started pulling
+her husband’s hair.</p>
+
+<p>“Go back to that white man at once,” she
+yelled, “and tell him you’re sorry. And take
+all the other empty-headed lions with you—and
+those stupid leopards and antelopes. Then
+do everything the Doctor tells you. Work like
+niggers! And perhaps he will be kind enough
+to come and see the cub later. Now be off!—<i>Hurry</i>,
+I tell you! You’re not fit to be a
+father!”</p>
+
+<p>And she went into the den next door, where
+another mother-lion lived, and told her all about
+it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>So the Leader of the Lions went back to the
+Doctor and said, “I happened to be passing this
+way and thought I’d look in. Got any help
+yet?”</p>
+
+<p>“No,” said the Doctor. “I haven’t. And
+I’m dreadfully worried.”</p>
+
+<p>“Help’s pretty hard to get these days,” said
+the lion. “Animals don’t seem to want to work
+any more. You can’t blame them—in a way....
+Well, seeing you’re in difficulties, I don’t
+mind doing what I can—just to oblige you—so
+long as I don’t have to wash the creatures.
+And I have told all the other hunting animals
+to come and do their share. The leopards
+should be here any minute now.... Oh, and
+by the way, we’ve got a sick cub at home. I
+don’t think there’s much the matter with him
+myself. But the wife is anxious. If you are
+around that way this evening, you might take
+a look at him, will you?”</p>
+
+<p>Then the Doctor was very happy; for all the
+lions and the leopards and the antelopes and
+the giraffes and the zebras—all the animals of
+the forests and the mountains and the plains—came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>
+to help him in his work. There were
+so many of them that he had to send some away,
+and only kept the cleverest.</p>
+
+<p>And now very soon the monkeys began to
+get better. At the end of a week the big house
+full of beds were half empty. And at the end
+of the second week the last monkey had got
+well.</p>
+
+<p>Then the Doctor’s work was done; and he was
+so tired he went to bed and slept for three days
+without even turning over.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE NINTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE MONKEYS’ COUNCIL</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-093.jpg" width="128" height="137" alt="C" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">CHEE-CHEE stood outside the
+Doctor’s door, keeping everybody
+away till he woke up.
+Then John Dolittle told the
+monkeys that he must now go
+back to Puddleby.</p>
+
+<p>They were very surprised at this; for they
+had thought that he was going to stay with them
+forever. And that night all the monkeys got
+together in the jungle to talk it over.</p>
+
+<p>And the Chief Chimpanzee rose up and said,</p>
+
+<p>“Why is it the good man is going away? Is
+he not happy here with us?”</p>
+
+<p>But none of them could answer him.</p>
+
+<p>Then the Grand Gorilla got up and said,</p>
+
+<p>“I think we all should go to him and ask him
+to stay. Perhaps if we make him a new house
+and a bigger bed, and promise him plenty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span>
+of monkey-servants to work for him and to
+make life pleasant for him—perhaps then he
+will not wish to go.”</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 205px;">
+<img src="images/i-094.jpg" width="205" height="444" alt="goriila among many monkeys" />
+<div class="caption">“Then the Grand Gorilla
+got up”</div>
+</div>
+<p>Then Chee-Chee got
+up; and all the others
+whispered, “Sh! Look!
+Chee-Chee, the great
+Traveler, is about to
+speak!”</p>
+
+<p>And Chee-Chee said
+to the other monkeys,</p>
+
+<p>“My friends, I am
+afraid it is useless to ask
+the Doctor to stay. He
+owes money in Puddleby;
+and he says he must
+go back and pay it.”</p>
+
+<p>And the monkeys
+asked him, “What is
+<i>money</i>?”</p>
+
+<p>Then Chee-Chee told
+them that in the Land
+of the White Men you could get nothing without
+money; you could <i>do</i> nothing without money—that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
+it was almost impossible to <i>live</i> without
+money.</p>
+
+<p>And some of them asked, “But can you not
+even eat and drink without paying?”</p>
+
+<p>But Chee-Chee shook his head. And then he
+told them that even he, when he was with the
+organ-grinder, had been made to ask the children
+for money.</p>
+
+<p>And the Chief Chimpanzee turned to the
+Oldest Orang-outang and said, “Cousin, surely
+these Men be strange creatures! Who would
+wish to live in such a land? My gracious, how
+paltry!”</p>
+
+<p>Then Chee-Chee said,</p>
+
+<p>“When we were coming to you we had no
+boat to cross the sea in and no money to buy
+food to eat on our journey. So a man lent us
+some biscuits; and we said we would pay him
+when we came back. And we borrowed a boat
+from a sailor; but it was broken on the rocks
+when we reached the shores of Africa. Now
+the Doctor says he must go back and get the
+sailor another boat—because the man was poor
+and his ship was all he had.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And the monkeys were all silent for a while,
+sitting quite still upon the ground and thinking
+hard.</p>
+
+<p>At last the Biggest Baboon got up and said,</p>
+
+<p>“I do not think we ought to let this good man
+leave our land till we have given him a fine
+present to take with him, so that he may know
+we are grateful for all that he has done for
+us.”</p>
+
+<p>And a little, tiny red monkey who was sitting
+up in a tree shouted down,</p>
+
+<p>“I think that too!”</p>
+
+<p>And then they all cried out, making a great
+noise, “Yes, yes. Let us give him the finest
+present a White Man ever had!”</p>
+
+<p>Now they began to wonder and ask one another
+what would be the best thing to give him.
+And one said, “Fifty bags of cocoanuts!” And
+another—“A hundred bunches of bananas!—At
+least he shall not have to buy his fruit in the
+Land Where You Pay to Eat!”</p>
+
+<p>But Chee-Chee told them that all these
+things would be too heavy to carry so far and
+would go bad before half was eaten.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“If you want to please him,” he said, “give
+him an animal. You may be sure he will be
+kind to it. Give him some rare animal they
+have not got in the menageries.”</p>
+
+<p>And the monkeys asked him, “What are
+<i>menageries</i>?”</p>
+
+<p>Then Chee-Chee explained to them that
+menageries were places in the Land of the
+White Men, where animals were put in cages
+for people to come and look at. And the
+monkeys were very shocked and said to one
+another,</p>
+
+<p>“These Men are like thoughtless young ones—stupid
+and easily amused. Sh! It is a prison
+he means.”</p>
+
+<p>So then they asked Chee-Chee what rare animal
+it could be that they should give the Doctor—one
+the White Men had not seen before.
+And the Major of the Marmosettes asked,</p>
+
+<p>“Have they an iguana over there?”</p>
+
+<p>But Chee-Chee said, “Yes, there is one in the
+London Zoo.”</p>
+
+<p>And another asked, “Have they an okapi?”</p>
+
+<p>But Chee-Chee said, “Yes. In Belgium<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>,
+where my organ-grinder took me five years ago,
+they had an okapi in a big city they call Antwerp.”</p>
+
+<p>And another asked, “Have they a pushmi-pullyu?”</p>
+
+<p>Then Chee-Chee said, “No. No White
+Man has ever seen a pushmi-pullyu. Let us
+give him that.”</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE TENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE RAREST ANIMAL OF ALL</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-099.jpg" width="115" height="185" alt="P" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">PUSHMI-PULLYUS are now
+extinct. That means, there
+aren’t any more. But long ago,
+when Doctor Dolittle was alive,
+there were some of them still left
+in the deepest jungles of Africa;
+and even then they were very, very
+scarce. They had no tail, but a head at each end,
+and sharp horns on each head. They were very
+shy and terribly hard to catch. The black men
+get most of their animals by sneaking up behind
+them while they are not looking. But you could
+not do this with the pushmi-pullyu—because, no
+matter which way you came towards him, he
+was always facing you. And besides, only one
+half of him slept at a time. The other head
+was always awake—and watching. This was
+why they were never caught and never seen in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>
+Zoos. Though many of the greatest huntsmen
+and the cleverest menagerie-keepers spent
+years of their lives searching through the
+jungles in all weathers for pushmi-pullyus, not a
+single one had ever been caught. Even then,
+years ago, he was the only animal in the world
+with two heads.</p>
+
+<p>Well, the monkeys set out hunting for this
+animal through the forest. And after they had
+gone a good many miles, one of them found
+peculiar footprints near the edge of a river;
+and they knew that a pushmi-pullyu must be
+very near that spot.</p>
+
+<p>Then they went along the bank of the river
+a little way and they saw a place where the
+grass was high and thick; and they guessed that
+he was in there.</p>
+
+<p>So they all joined hands and made a great
+circle round the high grass. The pushmi-pullyu
+heard them coming; and he tried hard
+to break through the ring of monkeys. But he
+couldn’t do it. When he saw that it was no
+use trying to escape, he sat down and waited to
+see what they wanted.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>They asked him if he would go with Doctor
+Dolittle and be put on show in the Land of the
+White Men.</p>
+
+<p>But he shook both his heads hard and said,
+“Certainly not!”</p>
+
+<p>They explained to him that he would not be
+shut up in a menagerie but would just be looked
+at. They told him that the Doctor was a very
+kind man but hadn’t any money; and people
+would pay to see a two-headed animal and the
+Doctor would get rich and could pay for the boat
+he had borrowed to come to Africa in.</p>
+
+<p>But he answered, “No. You know how shy
+I am—I hate being stared at.” And he almost
+began to cry.</p>
+
+<p>Then for three days they tried to persuade
+him.</p>
+
+<p>And at the end of the third day he said he
+would come with them and see what kind of a
+man the Doctor was, first.</p>
+
+<p>So the monkeys traveled back with the
+pushmi-pullyu. And when they came to where
+the Doctor’s little house of grass was, they
+knocked on the door.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The duck, who was packing the trunk, said,
+“Come in!”</p>
+
+<p>And Chee-Chee very proudly took the animal
+inside and showed him to the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“What in the world is it?” asked John Dolittle,
+gazing at the strange creature.</p>
+
+<p>“Lord save us!” cried the duck. “How does
+it make up its mind?”</p>
+
+<p>“It doesn’t look to me as though it had any,”
+said Jip, the dog.</p>
+
+<p>“This, Doctor,” said Chee-Chee, “is the
+pushmi-pullyu—the rarest animal of the African
+jungles, the only two-headed beast in the
+world! Take him home with you and your
+fortune’s made. People will pay any money to
+see him.”</p>
+
+<p>“But I don’t want any money,” said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, you do,” said Dab-Dab, the duck.
+“Don’t you remember how we had to pinch
+and scrape to pay the butcher’s bill in Puddleby?
+And how are you going to get the
+sailor the new boat you spoke of—unless we have
+the money to buy it?”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i-103.jpg" width="600" height="345" alt="gcoup looking at the Pushmi-Pullyu" />
+<div class="caption">“‘Lord save us!’ cried the duck. ‘How does it make up its mind?’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“I was going to make him one,” said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, do be sensible!” cried Dab-Dab.
+“Where would you get all the wood and the
+nails to make one with?—And besides, what are
+we going to live on? We shall be poorer than
+ever when we get back. Chee-Chee’s perfectly
+right: take the funny-looking thing along, do!”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, perhaps there is something in what
+you say,” murmured the Doctor. “It certainly
+would make a nice new kind of pet. But does
+the er—what-do-you-call-it really want to go
+abroad?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, I’ll go,” said the pushmi-pullyu who
+saw at once, from the Doctor’s face, that he was
+a man to be trusted. “You have been so kind
+to the animals here—and the monkeys tell me
+that I am the only one who will do. But you
+must promise me that if I do not like it in the
+Land of the White Men you will send me
+back.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why, certainly—of course, of course,” said
+the Doctor. “Excuse me, surely you are related
+to the Deer Family, are you not?”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” said the pushmi-pullyu—“to the
+Abyssinian Gazelles and the Asiatic Chamois—on
+my mother’s side. My father’s great-grandfather
+was the last of the Unicorns.”</p>
+
+<p>“Most interesting!” murmured the Doctor;
+and he took a book out of the trunk which Dab-Dab
+was packing and began turning the pages.
+“Let us see if Buffon says anything—”</p>
+
+<p>“I notice,” said the duck, “that you only talk
+with one of your mouths. Can’t the other head
+talk as well?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, yes,” said the pushmi-pullyu. “But I
+keep the other mouth for eating—mostly. In
+that way I can talk while I am eating without
+being rude. Our people have always been very
+polite.”</p>
+
+<p>When the packing was finished and everything
+was ready to start, the monkeys gave a
+grand party for the Doctor, and all the animals
+of the jungle came. And they had pineapples
+and mangoes and honey and all sorts of good
+things to eat and drink.</p>
+
+<p>After they had all finished eating, the Doctor
+got up and said,</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“My friends: I am not clever at speaking
+long words after dinner, like some men; and I
+have just eaten many fruits and much honey.
+But I wish to tell you that I am very sad at
+leaving your beautiful country. Because I have
+things to do in the Land of the White Men, I
+must go. After I have gone, remember never
+to let the flies settle on your food before you
+eat it; and do not sleep on the ground when the
+rains are coming. I—er—er—I hope you will
+all live happily ever after.”</p>
+
+<p>When the Doctor stopped speaking and sat
+down, all the monkeys clapped their hands a
+long time and said to one another, “Let it be
+remembered always among our people that he
+sat and ate with us, here, under the trees. For
+surely he is the Greatest of Men!”</p>
+
+<p>And the Grand Gorilla, who had the strength
+of seven horses in his hairy arms, rolled a great
+rock up to the head of the table and said,</p>
+
+<p>“This stone for all time shall mark the spot.”</p>
+
+<p>And even to this day, in the heart of the jungle,
+that stone still is there. And monkey-mothers,
+passing through the forest with their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>
+families, still point down at it from the branches
+and whisper to their children, “Sh! There it
+is—look—where the Good White Man sat and
+ate food with us in the Year of the Great Sickness!”</p>
+
+<p>Then, when the party was over, the Doctor
+and his pets started out to go back to the seashore.
+And all the monkeys went with him as
+far as the edge of their country, carrying his
+trunk and bags, to see him off.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a><br /><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE BLACK PRINCE</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-109.jpg" width="131" height="155" alt="B" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">BY the edge of the river they
+stopped and said farewell.</p>
+
+<p>This took a long time, because
+all those thousands of monkeys
+wanted to shake John Dolittle by
+the hand.</p>
+
+<p>Afterwards, when the Doctor and his pets
+were going on alone, Polynesia said,</p>
+
+<p>“We must tread softly and talk low as we
+go through the land of the Jolliginki. If the
+King should hear us, he will send his soldiers
+to catch us again; for I am sure he is still very
+angry over the trick I played on him.”</p>
+
+<p>“What I am wondering,” said the Doctor,
+“is where we are going to get another boat to
+go home in.... Oh well, perhaps we’ll find
+one lying about on the beach that nobody is
+using. ‘Never lift your foot till you come to
+the stile.’”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>One day, while they were passing through
+a very thick part of the forest, Chee-Chee went
+ahead of them to look for cocoanuts. And
+while he was away, the Doctor and the rest of
+the animals, who did not know the jungle-paths
+so well, got lost in the deep woods. They wandered
+around and around but could not find
+their way down to the seashore.</p>
+
+<p>Chee-Chee, when he could not see them anywhere,
+was terribly upset. He climbed high
+trees and looked out from the top branches to
+try and see the Doctor’s high hat; he waved and
+shouted; he called to all the animals by name.
+But it was no use. They seemed to have disappeared
+altogether.</p>
+
+<p>Indeed they had lost their way very badly.
+They had strayed a long way off the path, and
+the jungle was so thick with bushes and creepers
+and vines that sometimes they could hardly
+move at all, and the Doctor had to take out
+his pocket-knife and cut his way along. They
+stumbled into wet, boggy places; they got all
+tangled up in thick convolvulus-runners; they
+scratched themselves on thorns, and twice they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span>
+nearly lost the medicine-bag in the under-brush.
+There seemed no end to their troubles; and
+nowhere could they come upon a path.</p>
+
+<p>At last, after blundering about like this for
+many days, getting their clothes torn and their
+faces covered with mud, they walked right into
+the King’s back-garden by mistake. The King’s
+men came running up at once and caught them.</p>
+
+<p>But Polynesia flew into a tree in the garden,
+without anybody seeing her, and hid herself.
+The Doctor and the rest were taken before the
+King.</p>
+
+<p>“Ha, ha!” cried the King. “So you are
+caught again! This time you shall not escape.
+Take them all back to prison and put double
+locks on the door. This White Man shall
+scrub my kitchen-floor for the rest of his
+life!”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor and his pets were led back to
+prison and locked up. And the Doctor was told
+that in the morning he must begin scrubbing the
+kitchen-floor.</p>
+
+<p>They were all very unhappy.</p>
+
+<p>“This is a great nuisance,” said the Doctor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span>
+“I really must get back to Puddleby. That
+poor sailor will think I’ve stolen his ship if I
+don’t get home soon.... I wonder if those
+hinges are loose.”</p>
+
+<p>But the door was very strong and firmly
+locked. There seemed no chance of getting out.
+Then Gub-Gub began to cry again.</p>
+
+<p>All this time Polynesia was still sitting in the
+tree in the palace-garden. She was saying nothing
+and blinking her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>This was always a very bad sign with Polynesia.
+Whenever she said nothing and blinked
+her eyes, it meant that somebody had been making
+trouble, and she was thinking out some way
+to put things right. People who made trouble
+for Polynesia or her friends were nearly always
+sorry for it afterwards.</p>
+
+<p>Presently she spied Chee-Chee swinging
+through the trees still looking for the Doctor.
+When Chee-Chee saw her, he came into her
+tree and asked her what had become of him.</p>
+
+<p>“The Doctor and all the animals have been
+caught by the King’s men and locked up again,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span>
+whispered Polynesia. “We lost our way in the
+jungle and blundered into the palace-garden by
+mistake.”</p>
+
+<p>“But couldn’t you guide them?” asked Chee-Chee;
+and he began to scold the parrot for letting
+them get lost while he was away looking
+for the cocoanuts.</p>
+
+<p>“It was all that stupid pig’s fault,” said
+Polynesia. “He would keep running off the
+path hunting for ginger-roots. And I was kept
+so busy catching him and bringing him back,
+that I turned to the left, instead of the right,
+when we reached the swamp.—Sh!—Look!
+There’s Prince Bumpo coming into the garden!
+He must not see us.—Don’t move, whatever you
+do!”</p>
+
+<p>And there, sure enough, was Prince Bumpo,
+the King’s son, opening the garden-gate. He
+carried a book of fairy-tales under his arm. He
+came strolling down the gravel-walk, humming
+a sad song, till he reached a stone seat right under
+the tree where the parrot and the monkey
+were hiding. Then he lay down on the seat<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>
+and began reading the fairy-stories to himself.</p>
+
+<p>Chee-Chee and Polynesia watched him,
+keeping very quiet and still.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
+<img src="images/i-114.jpg" width="431" height="487" alt="King lying down reading" />
+<div class="caption">“He began reading the fairy-stories to himself”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>After a while the King’s son laid the book
+down and sighed a weary sigh.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“If I were only a <i>white</i> prince!” said he, with
+a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Then the parrot, talking in a small, high voice
+like a little girl, said aloud,</p>
+
+<p>“Bumpo, some one might turn thee into a
+white prince perchance.”</p>
+
+<p>The King’s son started up off the seat and
+looked all around.</p>
+
+<p>“What is this I hear?” he cried. “Methought
+the sweet music of a fairy’s silver voice rang
+from yonder bower! Strange!”</p>
+
+<p>“Worthy Prince,” said Polynesia, keeping
+very still so Bumpo couldn’t see her, “thou sayest
+winged words of truth. For ’tis I, Tripsitinka,
+the Queen of the Fairies, that speak to
+thee. I am hiding in a rose-bud.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh tell me, Fairy-Queen,” cried Bumpo,
+clasping his hands in joy, “who is it can turn
+me white?”</p>
+
+<p>“In thy father’s prison,” said the parrot, “there
+lies a famous wizard, John Dolittle by name.
+Many things he knows of medicine and magic,
+and mighty deeds has he performed. Yet thy
+kingly father leaves him languishing long and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>
+lingering hours. Go to him, brave Bumpo,
+secretly, when the sun has set; and behold, thou
+shalt be made the whitest prince that ever won
+fair lady! I have said enough. I must now go
+back to Fairyland. Farewell!”</p>
+
+<p>“Farewell!” cried the Prince. “A thousand
+thanks, good Tripsitinka!”</p>
+
+<p>And he sat down on the seat again with a smile
+upon his face, waiting for the sun to set.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE TWELFTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>MEDICINE AND MAGIC</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-117.jpg" width="175" height="140" alt="V" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">VERY, very quietly, making
+sure that no one should see
+her, Polynesia then slipped
+out at the back of the tree
+and flew across to the
+prison.</p>
+
+<p>She found Gub-Gub poking his nose through
+the bars of the window, trying to sniff the
+cooking-smells that came from the palace-kitchen.
+She told the pig to bring the Doctor
+to the window because she wanted to speak to
+him. So Gub-Gub went and woke the Doctor
+who was taking a nap.</p>
+
+<p>“Listen,” whispered the parrot, when John
+Dolittle’s face appeared: “Prince Bumpo is
+coming here to-night to see you. And you’ve
+got to find some way to turn him white. But
+be sure to make him promise you first that he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span>
+will open the prison-door and find a ship for
+you to cross the sea in.”</p>
+
+<p>“This is all very well,” said the Doctor.
+“But it isn’t so easy to turn a black man white.
+You speak as though he were a dress to be re-dyed.
+It’s not so simple. ‘Shall the leopard
+change his spots, or the Ethiopian his skin,’ you
+know?”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know anything about that,” said
+Polynesia impatiently. “But you <i>must</i> turn this
+coon white. Think of a way—think hard.
+You’ve got plenty of medicines left in the bag.
+He’ll do anything for you if you change his
+color. It is your only chance to get out of
+prison.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, I suppose it <i>might</i> be possible,” said
+the Doctor. “Let me see—,” and he went over
+to his medicine-bag, murmuring something
+about “liberated chlorine on animal-pigment—perhaps
+zinc-ointment, as a temporary measure,
+spread thick—”</p>
+
+<p>Well, that night Prince Bumpo came secretly
+to the Doctor in prison and said to him,</p>
+
+<p>“White Man, I am an unhappy prince.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>
+Years ago I went in search of The Sleeping
+Beauty, whom I had read of in a book. And
+having traveled through the world many days,
+I at last found her and kissed the lady very
+gently to awaken her—as the book said I should.
+’Tis true indeed that she awoke. But when
+she saw my face she cried out, ‘Oh, he’s black!’
+And she ran away and wouldn’t marry me—but
+went to sleep again somewhere else. So I came
+back, full of sadness, to my father’s kingdom.
+Now I hear that you are a wonderful magician
+and have many powerful potions. So I come to
+you for help. If you will turn me white, so
+that I may go back to The Sleeping Beauty, I
+will give you half my kingdom and anything besides
+you ask.”</p>
+
+<p>“Prince Bumpo,” said the Doctor, looking
+thoughtfully at the bottles in his medicine-bag,
+“supposing I made your hair a nice blonde
+color—would not that do instead to make you
+happy?”</p>
+
+<p>“No,” said Bumpo. “Nothing else will satisfy
+me. I must be a white prince.”</p>
+
+<p>“You know it is very hard to change the color<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>
+of a prince,” said the Doctor—“one of the hardest
+things a magician can do. You only want
+your face white, do you not?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, that is all,” said Bumpo. “Because I
+shall wear shining armor and gauntlets of steel,
+like the other white princes, and ride on a
+horse.”</p>
+
+<p>“Must your face be white all over?” asked
+the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, all over,” said Bumpo—“and I would
+like my eyes blue too, but I suppose that would
+be very hard to do.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, it would,” said the Doctor quickly.
+“Well, I will do what I can for you. You will
+have to be very patient though—you know with
+some medicines you can never be very sure. I
+might have to try two or three times. You have
+a strong skin—yes? Well that’s all right.
+Now come over here by the light—Oh, but before
+I do anything, you must first go down to
+the beach and get a ship ready, with food in it,
+to take me across the sea. Do not speak a word
+of this to any one. And when I have done as
+you ask, you must let me and all my animals<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span>
+out of prison. Promise—by the crown of Jolliginki!”</p>
+
+<p>So the Prince promised and went away to get
+a ship ready at the seashore.</p>
+
+<p>When he came back and said that it was done,
+the Doctor asked Dab-Dab to bring a basin.
+Then he mixed a lot of medicines in the basin
+and told Bumpo to dip his face in it.</p>
+
+<p>The Prince leaned down and put his face in—right
+up to the ears.</p>
+
+<p>He held it there a long time—so long that
+the Doctor seemed to get dreadfully anxious
+and fidgety, standing first on one leg and then
+on the other, looking at all the bottles he had
+used for the mixture, and reading the labels on
+them again and again. A strong smell filled
+the prison, like the smell of brown paper burning.</p>
+
+<p>At last the Prince lifted his face up out of the
+basin, breathing very hard. And all the animals
+cried out in surprise.</p>
+
+<p>For the Prince’s face had turned as white as
+snow, and his eyes, which had been mud-colored,
+were a manly gray!</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>When John Dolittle lent him a little looking-glass
+to see himself in, he sang for joy and began
+dancing around the prison. But the Doctor
+asked him not to make so much noise about
+it; and when he had closed his medicine-bag
+in a hurry he told him to open the prison-door.</p>
+
+<p>Bumpo begged that he might keep the looking-glass,
+as it was the only one in the Kingdom
+of Jolliginki, and he wanted to look at himself
+all day long. But the Doctor said he needed
+it to shave with.</p>
+
+<p>Then the Prince, taking a bunch of copper
+keys from his pocket, undid the great double
+locks. And the Doctor with all his animals ran
+as fast as they could down to the seashore; while
+Bumpo leaned against the wall of the empty
+dungeon, smiling after them happily, his big
+face shining like polished ivory in the light of
+the moon.</p>
+
+<p>When they came to the beach they saw Polynesia
+and Chee-Chee waiting for them on the
+rocks near the ship.</p>
+
+<p>“I feel sorry about Bumpo,” said the Doctor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
+“I am afraid that medicine I used will never
+last. Most likely he will be as black as ever
+when he wakes up in the morning—that’s one
+reason why I didn’t like to leave the mirror with
+him. But then again, he <i>might</i> stay white—I
+had never used that mixture before. To tell the
+truth, I was surprised, myself, that it worked
+so well. But I had to do something, didn’t I?—I
+couldn’t possibly scrub the King’s kitchen
+for the rest of my life. It was such a dirty
+kitchen!—I could see it from the prison-window.—Well,
+well!—Poor Bumpo!”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, of course he will know we were just
+joking with him,” said the parrot.</p>
+
+<p>“They had no business to lock us up,” said
+Dab-Dab, waggling her tail angrily. “We
+never did them any harm. Serve him right, if
+he does turn black again! I hope it’s a dark
+black.”</p>
+
+<p>“But <i>he</i> didn’t have anything to do with it,”
+said the Doctor. “It was the King, his father,
+who had us locked up—it wasn’t Bumpo’s fault....
+I wonder if I ought to go back and apologize—Oh,
+well—I’ll send him some candy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span>
+when I get to Puddleby. And who knows?—he
+may stay white after all.”</p>
+
+<p>“The Sleeping Beauty would never have him,
+even if he did,” said Dab-Dab. “He looked better
+the way he was, I thought. But he’d never
+be anything but ugly, no matter what color he
+was made.”</p>
+
+<p>“Still, he had a good heart,” said the Doctor—“romantic,
+of course—but a good heart. After
+all, ‘handsome is as handsome does.’”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t believe the poor booby found The
+Sleeping Beauty at all,” said Jip, the dog.
+“Most likely he kissed some farmer’s fat wife
+who was taking a snooze under an apple-tree.
+Can’t blame her for getting scared! I wonder
+who he’ll go and kiss this time. Silly business!”</p>
+
+<p>Then the pushmi-pullyu, the white mouse,
+Gub-Gub, Dab-Dab, Jip and the owl, Too-Too,
+went on to the ship with the Doctor. But Chee-Chee,
+Polynesia and the crocodile stayed behind,
+because Africa was their proper home, the land
+where they were born.</p>
+
+<p>And when the Doctor stood upon the boat, he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span>
+looked over the side across the water. And then
+he remembered that they had no one with them
+to guide them back to Puddleby.</p>
+
+<p>The wide, wide sea looked terribly big and
+lonesome in the moonlight; and he began to
+wonder if they would lose their way when they
+passed out of sight of land.</p>
+
+<p>But even while he was wondering, they heard
+a strange whispering noise, high in the air,
+coming through the night. And the animals all
+stopped saying Good-by and listened.</p>
+
+<p>The noise grew louder and bigger. It seemed
+to be coming nearer to them—a sound like the
+Autumn wind blowing through the leaves of a
+poplar-tree, or a great, great rain beating down
+upon a roof.</p>
+
+<p>And Jip, with his nose pointing and his tail
+quite straight, said,</p>
+
+<p>“Birds!—millions of them—flying fast—that’s
+it!”</p>
+
+<p>And then they all looked up. And there,
+streaming across the face of the moon, like a
+huge swarm of tiny ants, they could see thousands
+and thousands of little birds. Soon the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>
+whole sky seemed full of them, and still more
+kept coming—more and more. There were so
+many that for a little they covered the whole
+moon so it could not shine, and the sea grew
+dark and black—like when a storm-cloud passes
+over the sun.</p>
+
+<p>And presently all these birds came down close,
+skimming over the water and the land; and the
+night-sky was left clear above, and the moon
+shone as before. Still never a call nor a cry
+nor a song they made—no sound but this great
+rustling of feathers which grew greater now
+than ever. When they began to settle on the
+sands, along the ropes of the ship—anywhere
+and everywhere except the trees—the Doctor
+could see that they had blue wings and white
+breasts and very short, feathered legs. As soon
+as they had all found a place to sit, suddenly,
+there was no noise left anywhere—all was quiet;
+all was still.</p>
+
+<p>And in the silent moonlight John Dolittle
+spoke:</p>
+
+<p>“I had no idea that we had been in Africa
+so long. It will be nearly Summer when we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>
+get home. For these are the swallows going
+back. Swallows, I thank you for waiting for
+us. It is very thoughtful of you. Now we need
+not be afraid that we will lose our way upon the
+sea.... Pull up the anchor and set the sail!”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
+<img src="images/i-127.jpg" width="435" height="267" alt="ship leaving in the night" />
+<div class="caption">“Crying bitterly and waving till the ship was out of sight”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>When the ship moved out upon the water,
+those who stayed behind, Chee-Chee, Polynesia
+and the crocodile, grew terribly sad. For never
+in their lives had they known any one they liked
+so well as Doctor John Dolittle of Puddleby-on-the-Marsh.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And after they had called Good-by to him
+again and again and again, they still stood there
+upon the rocks, crying bitterly and waving till
+the ship was out of sight.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>RED SAILS AND BLUE WINGS</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-129.jpg" width="112" height="163" alt="S" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">SAILING homeward, the Doctor’s
+ship had to pass the coast
+of Barbary. This coast is the
+seashore of the Great Desert. It
+is a wild, lonely place—all sand
+and stones. And it was here that
+the Barbary pirates lived.</p>
+
+<p>These pirates, a bad lot of men, used to wait
+for sailors to be shipwrecked on their shores.
+And often, if they saw a boat passing, they would
+come out in their fast sailing-ships and chase it.
+When they caught a boat like this at sea, they
+would steal everything on it; and after they had
+taken the people off they would sink the ship
+and sail back to Barbary singing songs and feeling
+proud of the mischief they had done. Then
+they used to make the people they had caught
+write home to their friends for money. And if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span>
+the friends sent no money, the pirates often threw
+the people into the sea.</p>
+
+<p>Now one sunshiny day the Doctor and Dab-Dab
+were walking up and down on the ship
+for exercise; a nice fresh wind was blowing the
+boat along, and everybody was happy. Presently
+Dab-Dab saw the sail of another ship a
+long way behind them on the edge of the sea.
+It was a red sail.</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t like the look of that sail,” said Dab-Dab.
+“I have a feeling it isn’t a friendly ship.
+I am afraid there is more trouble coming to
+us.”</p>
+
+<p>Jip, who was lying near taking a nap in the
+sun, began to growl and talk in his sleep.</p>
+
+<p>“I smell roast beef cooking,” he mumbled—“underdone
+roast beef—with brown gravy over
+it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Good gracious!” cried the Doctor. “What’s
+the matter with the dog? Is he <i>smelling</i> in his
+sleep—as well as talking?”</p>
+
+<p>“I suppose he is,” said Dab-Dab. “All dogs
+can smell in their sleep.”</p>
+
+<p>“But what is he smelling?” asked the Doctor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>
+“There is no roast beef cooking on our ship.”</p>
+
+<p>“No,” said Dab-Dab. “The roast beef must
+be on that other ship over there.”</p>
+
+<p>“But that’s ten miles away,” said the Doctor.
+“He couldn’t smell that far surely!”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, yes, he could,” said Dab-Dab. “You
+ask him.”</p>
+
+<p>Then Jip, still fast asleep, began to growl
+again and his lip curled up angrily, showing
+his clean, white teeth.</p>
+
+<p>“I smell bad men,” he growled—“the worst
+men I ever smelt. I smell trouble. I smell a
+fight—six bad scoundrels fighting against one
+brave man. I want to help him. Woof—oo—WOOF!”
+Then he barked, loud, and woke
+himself up with a surprised look on his face.</p>
+
+<p>“See!” cried Dab-Dab. “That boat is nearer
+now. You can count its three big sails—all red.
+Whoever it is, they are coming after us.... I
+wonder who they are.”</p>
+
+<p>“They are bad sailors,” said Jip; “and their
+ship is very swift. They are surely the pirates
+of Barbary.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, we must put up more sails on our boat,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span>
+said the Doctor, “so we can go faster and get
+away from them. Run downstairs, Jip, and
+fetch me all the sails you see.”</p>
+
+<p>The dog hurried downstairs and dragged up
+every sail he could find.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 391px;">
+<img src="images/i-132.jpg" width="391" height="312" alt="Docor sees pirates in distance" />
+<div class="caption">“‘They are surely the pirates of Barbary’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>But even when all these were put up on the
+masts to catch the wind, the boat did not go
+nearly as fast as the pirates’—which kept coming
+on behind, closer and closer.</p>
+
+<p>“This is a poor ship the Prince gave us,” said
+Gub-Gub, the pig—“the slowest he could find, I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span>
+should think. Might as well try to win a race
+in a soup-tureen as hope to get away from them
+in this old barge. Look how near they are now!—You
+can see the mustaches on the faces of the
+men—six of them. What are we going to do?”</p>
+
+<p>Then the Doctor asked Dab-Dab to fly up and
+tell the swallows that pirates were coming after
+them in a swift ship, and what should he do
+about it.</p>
+
+<p>When the swallows heard this, they all came
+down on to the Doctor’s ship; and they told him
+to unravel some pieces of long rope and make
+them into a lot of thin strings as quickly as he
+could. Then the ends of these strings were tied
+on to the front of the ship; and the swallows
+took hold of the strings with their feet and flew
+off, pulling the boat along.</p>
+
+<p>And although swallows are not very strong
+when only one or two are by themselves, it is
+different when there are a great lot of them together.
+And there, tied to the Doctor’s ship,
+were a thousand strings; and two thousand swallows
+were pulling on each string—all terribly
+swift fliers.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And in a moment the Doctor found himself
+traveling so fast he had to hold his hat on with
+both hands; for he felt as though the ship itself
+were flying through waves that frothed and
+boiled with speed.</p>
+
+<p>And all the animals on the ship began to
+laugh and dance about in the rushing air, for
+when they looked back at the pirates’ ship, they
+could see that it was growing smaller now, instead
+of bigger. The red sails were being left
+far, far behind.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE FOURTEENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE RATS’ WARNING</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-135.jpg" width="142" height="137" alt="D" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">DRAGGING a ship through the
+sea is hard work. And after
+two or three hours the swallows
+began to get tired in the
+wings and short of breath.
+Then they sent a message
+down to the Doctor to say that they would have
+to take a rest soon; and that they would pull the
+boat over to an island not far off, and hide it in
+a deep bay till they had got breath enough to
+go on.</p>
+
+<p>And presently the Doctor saw the island they
+had spoken of. It had a very beautiful, high,
+green mountain in the middle of it.</p>
+
+<p>When the ship had sailed safely into the bay
+where it could not be seen from the open sea,
+the Doctor said he would get off on to the island
+to look for water—because there was none left<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>
+to drink on his ship. And he told all the animals
+to get out too and romp on the grass to
+stretch their legs.</p>
+
+<p>Now as they were getting off, the Doctor noticed
+that a whole lot of rats were coming up
+from downstairs and leaving the ship as well.
+Jip started to run after them, because chasing
+rats had always been his favorite game. But
+the Doctor told him to stop.</p>
+
+<p>And one big black rat, who seemed to want
+to say something to the Doctor, now crept forward
+timidly along the rail, watching the dog
+out of the corner of his eye. And after he had
+coughed nervously two or three times, and
+cleaned his whiskers and wiped his mouth, he
+said,</p>
+
+<p>“Ahem—er—you know of course that all ships
+have rats in them, Doctor, do you not?”</p>
+
+<p>And the Doctor said, “Yes.”</p>
+
+<p>“And you have heard that rats always leave
+a sinking ship?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” said the Doctor—“so I’ve been told.”</p>
+
+<p>“People,” said the rat, “always speak of it
+with a sneer—as though it were something disgraceful.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>
+But you can’t blame us, can you?
+After all, who <i>would</i> stay on a sinking ship, if
+he could get off it?”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
+<img src="images/i-137.jpg" width="435" height="418" alt="rats talking to doctor" />
+<div class="caption">“‘And you have heard that rats always leave a sinking
+ship?’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>“It’s very natural,” said the Doctor—“very
+natural. I quite understand.... Was there—Was
+there anything else you wished to say?”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” said the rat. “I’ve come to tell you
+that we are leaving this one. But we wanted to
+warn you before we go. This is a bad ship you
+have here. It isn’t safe. The sides aren’t
+strong enough. Its boards are rotten. Before
+to-morrow night it will sink to the bottom of the
+sea.”</p>
+
+<p>“But how do you know?” asked the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“We always know,” answered the rat. “The
+tips of our tails get that tingly feeling—like
+when your foot’s asleep. This morning, at six
+o’clock, while I was getting breakfast, my tail
+suddenly began to tingle. At first I thought
+it was my rheumatism coming back. So I went
+and asked my aunt how she felt—you remember
+her?—the long, piebald rat, rather skinny, who
+came to see you in Puddleby last Spring with
+jaundice? Well—and she said <i>her</i> tail was
+tingling like everything! Then we knew, for
+sure, that this boat was going to sink in less than
+two days; and we all made up our minds to
+leave it as soon as we got near enough to any
+land. It’s a bad ship, Doctor. Don’t sail in
+it any more, or you’ll be surely drowned....<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span>
+Good-by! We are now going to look for a good
+place to live on this island.”</p>
+
+<p>“Good-by!” said the Doctor. “And thank
+you very much for coming to tell me. Very
+considerate of you—very! Give my regards to
+your aunt. I remember her perfectly....
+Leave that rat alone, Jip! Come here! Lie
+down!”</p>
+
+<p>So then the Doctor and all his animals went
+off, carrying pails and saucepans, to look for
+water on the island, while the swallows took
+their rest.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder what is the name of this island,”
+said the Doctor, as he was climbing up the
+mountainside. “It seems a pleasant place.
+What a lot of birds there are!”</p>
+
+<p>“Why, these are the Canary Islands,” said
+Dab-Dab. “Don’t you hear the canaries singing?”</p>
+
+<p>The Doctor stopped and listened.</p>
+
+<p>“Why, to be sure—of course!” he said.
+“How stupid of me! I wonder if they can tell
+us where to find water.”</p>
+
+<p>And presently the canaries, who had heard all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span>
+about Doctor Dolittle from birds of passage,
+came and led him to a beautiful spring of cool,
+clear water where the canaries used to take their
+bath; and they showed him lovely meadows
+where the bird-seed grew and all the other
+sights of their island.</p>
+
+<p>And the pushmi-pullyu was glad they had
+come; because he liked the green grass so much
+better than the dried apples he had been eating
+on the ship. And Gub-Gub squeaked for joy
+when he found a whole valley full of wild sugar-cane.</p>
+
+<p>A little later, when they had all had plenty
+to eat and drink, and were lying on their backs
+while the canaries sang for them, two of the
+swallows came hurrying up, very flustered and
+excited.</p>
+
+<p>“Doctor!” they cried, “the pirates have come
+into the bay; and they’ve all got on to your ship.
+They are downstairs looking for things to steal.
+They have left their own ship with nobody on
+it. If you hurry and come down to the shore,
+you can get on to their ship—which is very fast—and
+escape. But you’ll have to hurry.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“That’s a good idea,” said the Doctor—“splendid!”</p>
+
+<p>And he called his animals together at once,
+said Good-by to the canaries and ran down to the
+beach.</p>
+
+<p>When they reached the shore they saw the
+pirate-ship, with the three red sails, standing in
+the water; and—just as the swallows had said—there
+was nobody on it; all the pirates were
+downstairs in the Doctor’s ship, looking for
+things to steal.</p>
+
+<p>So John Dolittle told his animals to walk very
+softly and they all crept on to the pirate-ship.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a><br /><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE FIFTEENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE BARBARY DRAGON</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-143.jpg" width="135" height="138" alt="E" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">EVERYTHING would have gone
+all right if the pig had not caught
+a cold in his head while eating
+the damp sugar-cane on the
+island. This is what happened:</p>
+
+<p>After they had pulled up the
+anchor without a sound, and were moving the
+ship very, very carefully out of the bay, Gub-Gub
+suddenly sneezed so loud that the pirates
+on the other ship came rushing upstairs to see
+what the noise was.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as they saw that the Doctor was escaping,
+they sailed the other boat right across
+the entrance to the bay so that the Doctor could
+not get out into the open sea.</p>
+
+<p>Then the leader of these bad men (who called
+himself “Ben Ali, The Dragon”) shook his fist
+at the Doctor and shouted across the water,</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Ha! Ha! You are caught, my fine friend!
+You were going to run off in my ship, eh? But
+you are not a good enough sailor to beat Ben
+Ali, the Barbary Dragon. I want that duck
+you’ve got—and the pig too. We’ll have pork-chops
+and roast duck for supper to-night. And
+before I let you go home, you must make your
+friends send me a trunk-full of gold.”</p>
+
+<p>Poor Gub-Gub began to weep; and Dab-Dab
+made ready to fly to save her life. But the owl,
+Too-Too, whispered to the Doctor,</p>
+
+<p>“Keep him talking, Doctor. Be pleasant to
+him. Our old ship is bound to sink soon—the
+rats said it would be at the bottom of the sea before
+to-morrow-night—and the rats are never
+wrong. Be pleasant, till the ship sinks under
+him. Keep him talking.”</p>
+
+<p>“What, until to-morrow night!” said the Doctor.
+“Well, I’ll do my best.... Let me see—What
+shall I talk about?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, let them come on,” said Jip. “We can
+fight the dirty rascals. There are only six of
+them. Let them come on. I’d love to tell that
+collie next door, when we get home, that I had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>
+bitten a real pirate. Let ’em come. We can
+fight them.”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
+<img src="images/i-145.jpg" width="427" height="357" alt="Doctor looking at approching pirate ship" />
+<div class="caption">“‘Look here, Ben Ali—’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>“But they have pistols and swords,” said the
+Doctor. “No, that would never do. I must
+talk to him.... Look here, Ben Ali—”</p>
+
+<p>But before the Doctor could say any more,
+the pirates began to sail the ship nearer, laughing
+with glee, and saying one to another, “Who
+shall be the first to catch the pig?”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Poor Gub-Gub was dreadfully frightened;
+and the pushmi-pullyu began to sharpen his
+horns for a fight by rubbing them on the mast
+of the ship; while Jip kept springing into the
+air and barking and calling Ben Ali bad names
+in dog-language.</p>
+
+<p>But presently something seemed to go wrong
+with the pirates; they stopped laughing and
+cracking jokes; they looked puzzled; something
+was making them uneasy.</p>
+
+<p>Then Ben Ali, staring down at his feet, suddenly
+bellowed out,</p>
+
+<p>“Thunder and Lightning!—Men, <i>the boat’s
+leaking</i>!”</p>
+
+<p>And then the other pirates peered over the
+side and they saw that the boat was indeed getting
+lower and lower in the water. And one
+of them said to Ben Ali,</p>
+
+<p>“But surely if this old boat were sinking we
+should see the rats leaving it.”</p>
+
+<p>And Jip shouted across from the other ship,</p>
+
+<p>“You great duffers, there are no rats there
+to leave! They left two hours ago! ‘Ha, ha,’
+to you, ‘my fine friends!’”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>But of course the men did not understand him.</p>
+
+<p>Soon the front end of the ship began to go
+down and down, faster and faster—till the boat
+looked almost as though it were standing on its
+head; and the pirates had to cling to the rails
+and the masts and the ropes and anything to
+keep from sliding off. Then the sea rushed
+roaring in through all the windows and the
+doors. And at last the ship plunged right down
+to the bottom of the sea, making a dreadful
+gurgling sound; and the six bad men were left
+bobbing about in the deep water of the bay.</p>
+
+<p>Some of them started to swim for the shores
+of the island; while others came and tried to get
+on to the boat where the Doctor was. But Jip
+kept snapping at their noses, so they were afraid
+to climb up the side of the ship.</p>
+
+<p>Then suddenly they all cried out in great fear,</p>
+
+<p>“<i>The sharks!</i> The sharks are coming! Let
+us get on to the ship before they eat us! Help,
+help!—The sharks! The sharks!”</p>
+
+<p>And now the Doctor could see, all over the
+bay, the backs of big fishes swimming swiftly
+through the water.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And one great shark came near to the ship,
+and poking his nose out of the water he said to
+the Doctor,</p>
+
+<p>“Are you John Dolittle, the famous animal-doctor?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” said Doctor Dolittle. “That is my
+name.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” said the shark, “we know these pirates
+to be a bad lot—especially Ben Ali. If they
+are annoying you, we will gladly eat them up for
+you—and then you won’t be troubled any
+more.”</p>
+
+<p>“Thank you,” said the Doctor. “This is
+really most attentive. But I don’t think it will
+be necessary to eat them. Don’t let any of them
+reach the shore until I tell you—just keep them
+swimming about, will you? And please make
+Ben Ali swim over here that I may talk to
+him.”</p>
+
+<p>So the shark went off and chased Ben Ali over
+to the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Listen, Ben Ali,” said John Dolittle, leaning
+over the side. “You have been a very bad
+man; and I understand that you have killed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span>
+many people. These good sharks here have just
+offered to eat you up for me—and ’twould indeed
+be a good thing if the seas were rid of you.
+But if you will promise to do as I tell you, I
+will let you go in safety.”</p>
+
+<p>“What must I do?” asked the pirate, looking
+down sideways at the big shark who was smelling
+his leg under the water.</p>
+
+<p>“You must kill no more people,” said the
+Doctor; “you must stop stealing; you must never
+sink another ship; you must give up being a
+pirate altogether.”</p>
+
+<p>“But what shall I do then?” asked Ben Ali.
+“How shall I live?”</p>
+
+<p>“You and all your men must go on to this
+island and be bird-seed-farmers,” the Doctor answered.
+“You must grow bird-seed for the
+canaries.”</p>
+
+<p>The Barbary Dragon turned pale with anger,
+“<i>Grow bird-seed!</i>” he groaned in disgust.
+“Can’t I be a sailor?”</p>
+
+<p>“No,” said the Doctor, “you cannot. You
+have been a sailor long enough—and sent many
+stout ships and good men to the bottom of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span>
+sea. For the rest of your life you must be a
+peaceful farmer. The shark is waiting. Do
+not waste any more of his time. Make up your
+mind.”</p>
+
+<p>“Thunder and Lightning!” Ben Ali muttered—“<i>Bird-seed!</i>”
+Then he looked down into the
+water again and saw the great fish smelling his
+other leg.</p>
+
+<p>“Very well,” he said sadly. “We’ll be farmers.”</p>
+
+<p>“And remember,” said the Doctor, “that if
+you do not keep your promise—if you start
+killing and stealing again, I shall hear of it,
+because the canaries will come and tell me.
+And be very sure that I will find a way to punish
+you. For though I may not be able to sail
+a ship as well as you, so long as the birds and
+the beasts and the fishes are my friends, I do not
+have to be afraid of a pirate chief—even though
+he call himself ‘The Dragon of Barbary.’ Now
+go and be a good farmer and live in peace.”</p>
+
+<p>Then the Doctor turned to the big shark, and
+waving his hand he said,</p>
+
+<p>“All right. Let them swim safely to the land.”</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE SIXTEENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>TOO-TOO, THE LISTENER</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-151.jpg" width="147" height="139" alt="H" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">HAVING thanked the sharks
+again for their kindness, the
+Doctor and his pets set off
+once more on their journey
+home in the swift ship with
+the three red sails.</p>
+
+<p>As they moved out into the open sea, the animals
+all went downstairs to see what their new
+boat was like inside; while the Doctor leant on
+the rail at the back of the ship with a pipe in his
+mouth, watching the Canary Islands fade away
+in the blue dusk of the evening.</p>
+
+<p>While he was standing there, wondering how
+the monkeys were getting on—and what his
+garden would look like when he got back to
+Puddleby, Dab-Dab came tumbling up the
+stairs, all smiles and full of news.</p>
+
+<p>“Doctor!” she cried. “This ship of the pirates<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>
+is simply beautiful—absolutely. The beds
+downstairs are made of primrose silk—with
+hundreds of big pillows and cushions; there are
+thick, soft carpets on the floors; the dishes are
+made of silver; and there are all sorts of good
+things to eat and drink—special things; the
+larder—well, it’s just like a shop, that’s all.
+You never saw anything like it in your life—Just
+think—they kept five different kinds of
+sardines, those men! Come and look.... Oh,
+and we found a little room down there with the
+door locked; and we are all crazy to get in and
+see what’s inside. Jip says it must be where the
+pirates kept their treasure. But we can’t open
+the door. Come down and see if you can let
+us in.”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor went downstairs and he saw that
+it was indeed a beautiful ship. He found the
+animals gathered round a little door, all talking
+at once, trying to guess what was inside. The
+Doctor turned the handle but it wouldn’t open.
+Then they all started to hunt for the key. They
+looked under the mat; they looked under all the
+carpets; they looked in all the cupboards and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span>
+drawers and lockers—in the big chests in the
+ship’s dining-room; they looked everywhere.</p>
+
+<p>While they were doing this they discovered
+a lot of new and wonderful things that the pirates
+must have stolen from other ships: Kashmir
+shawls as thin as a cobweb, embroidered
+with flowers of gold; jars of fine tobacco from
+Jamaica; carved ivory boxes full of Russian
+tea; an old violin with a string broken and a
+picture on the back; a set of big chess-men,
+carved out of coral and amber; a walking-stick
+which had a sword inside it when you pulled
+the handle; six wine-glasses with tourquoise and
+silver round the rims; and a lovely great sugar-bowl,
+made of mother o’ pearl. But nowhere
+in the whole boat could they find a key to fit
+that lock.</p>
+
+<p>So they all came back to the door, and Jip
+peered through the key-hole. But something
+had been stood against the wall on the inside
+and he could see nothing.</p>
+
+<p>While they were standing around, wondering
+what they should do, the owl, Too-Too, suddenly
+said,</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Sh!—Listen!—I do believe there’s some one
+in there!”</p>
+
+<p>They all kept still a moment. Then the Doctor
+said,</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
+<img src="images/i-154.jpg" width="431" height="292" alt="Animals listening at door" />
+<div class="caption">“‘Sh!—Listen!—I do believe there’s some one in there!’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>“You must be mistaken, Too-Too. I don’t
+hear anything.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m sure of it,” said the owl. “Sh!—There
+it is again—Don’t you hear that?”</p>
+
+<p>“No, I do not,” said the Doctor. “What
+kind of a sound is it?”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“I hear the noise of some one putting his hand
+in his pocket,” said the owl.</p>
+
+<p>“But that makes hardly any sound at all,” said
+the Doctor. “You couldn’t hear that out here.”</p>
+
+<p>“Pardon me, but I can,” said Too-Too. “I
+tell you there is some one on the other side of
+that door putting his hand in his pocket. Almost
+everything makes <i>some</i> noise—if your ears
+are only sharp enough to catch it. Bats can hear
+a mole walking in his tunnel under the earth—and
+they think they’re good hearers. But we
+owls can tell you, using only one ear, the color
+of a kitten from the way it winks in the dark.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, well!” said the Doctor. “You surprise
+me. That’s very interesting.... Listen
+again and tell me what he’s doing now.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m not sure yet,” said Too-Too, “if it’s a
+man at all. Maybe it’s a woman. Lift me up
+and let me listen at the key-hole and I’ll soon
+tell you.”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor lifted the owl up and held him
+close to the lock of the door.</p>
+
+<p>After a moment Too-Too said,</p>
+
+<p>“Now he’s rubbing his face with his left<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>
+hand. It is a small hand and a small face. It
+<i>might</i> be a woman—No. Now he pushes his
+hair back off his forehead—It’s a man all
+right.”</p>
+
+<p>“Women sometimes do that,” said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“True,” said the owl. “But when they do,
+their long hair makes quite a different sound....
+Sh! Make that fidgety pig keep still.
+Now all hold your breath a moment so I can
+listen well. This is very difficult, what I’m doing
+now—and the pesky door is so thick! Sh!
+Everybody quite still—shut your eyes and don’t
+breathe.”</p>
+
+<p>Too-Too leaned down and listened again very
+hard and long.</p>
+
+<p>At last he looked up into the Doctor’s face and
+said,</p>
+
+<p>“The man in there is unhappy. He weeps.
+He has taken care not to blubber or sniffle, lest
+we should find out that he is crying. But I
+heard—quite distinctly—the sound of a tear falling
+on his sleeve.”</p>
+
+<p>“How do you know it wasn’t a drop of water<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span>
+falling off the ceiling on him?” asked Gub-Gub.</p>
+
+<p>“Pshaw!—Such ignorance!” sniffed Too-Too.
+“A drop of water falling off the ceiling would
+have made ten times as much noise!”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” said the Doctor, “if the poor fellow’s
+unhappy, we’ve got to get in and see what’s the
+matter with him. Find me an axe, and I’ll chop
+the door down.”</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a><br /><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE SEVENTEENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE OCEAN GOSSIPS</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-159.jpg" width="115" height="136" alt="R" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">RIGHT away an axe was found.
+And the Doctor soon chopped a
+hole in the door big enough to
+clamber through.</p>
+
+<p>At first he could see nothing
+at all, it was so dark inside. So
+he struck a match.</p>
+
+<p>The room was quite small; no window; the
+ceiling, low. For furniture there was only one
+little stool. All round the room big barrels
+stood against the walls, fastened at the bottom
+so they wouldn’t tumble with the rolling of the
+ship; and above the barrels, pewter jugs of all
+sizes hung from wooden pegs. There was a
+strong, winey smell. And in the middle of the
+floor sat a little boy, about eight years old, crying
+bitterly.</p>
+
+<p>“I declare, it is the pirates’ rum-room!” said
+Jip in a whisper.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Yes. Very rum!” said Gub-Gub. “The
+smell makes me giddy.”</p>
+
+<p>The little boy seemed rather frightened to
+find a man standing there before him and all
+those animals staring in through the hole in the
+broken door. But as soon as he saw John Dolittle’s
+face by the light of the match, he stopped
+crying and got up.</p>
+
+<p>“You aren’t one of the pirates, are you?” he
+asked.</p>
+
+<p>And when the Doctor threw back his head
+and laughed long and loud, the little boy smiled
+too and came and took his hand.</p>
+
+<p>“You laugh like a friend,” he said—“not like
+a pirate. Could you tell me where my uncle
+is?”</p>
+
+<p>“I am afraid I can’t,” said the Doctor.
+“When did you see him last?”</p>
+
+<p>“It was the day before yesterday,” said the
+boy. “I and my uncle were out fishing in our
+little boat, when the pirates came and caught
+us. They sunk our fishing-boat and brought us
+both on to this ship. They told my uncle that
+they wanted him to be a pirate like them—for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span>
+he was clever at sailing a ship in all weathers.
+But he said he didn’t want to be a pirate, because
+killing people and stealing was no work
+for a good fisherman to do. Then the leader,
+Ben Ali, got very angry and gnashed his teeth,
+and said they would throw my uncle into the
+sea if he didn’t do as they said. They sent me
+downstairs; and I heard the noise of a fight going
+on above. And when they let me come up
+again next day, my uncle was nowhere to be
+seen. I asked the pirates where he was; but
+they wouldn’t tell me. I am very much afraid
+they threw him into the sea and drowned him.”</p>
+
+<p>And the little boy began to cry again.</p>
+
+<p>“Well now—wait a minute,” said the Doctor.
+“Don’t cry. Let’s go and have tea in the dining-room,
+and we’ll talk it over. Maybe your
+uncle is quite safe all the time. You don’t <i>know</i>
+that he was drowned, do you? And that’s something.
+Perhaps we can find him for you. First
+we’ll go and have tea—with strawberry-jam;
+and then we will see what can be done.”</p>
+
+<p>All the animals had been standing around
+listening with great curiosity. And when they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span>
+had gone into the ship’s dining-room and were
+having tea, Dab-Dab came up behind the Doctor’s
+chair and whispered.</p>
+
+<p>“Ask the porpoises if the boy’s uncle was
+drowned—they’ll know.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” said the Doctor, taking a second
+piece of bread-and-jam.</p>
+
+<p>“What are those funny, clicking noises you
+are making with your tongue?” asked the boy.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I just said a couple of words in duck-language,”
+the Doctor answered. “This is
+Dab-Dab, one of my pets.”</p>
+
+<p>“I didn’t even know that ducks had a language,”
+said the boy. “Are all these other animals
+your pets, too? What is that strange-looking
+thing with two heads?”</p>
+
+<p>“Sh!” the Doctor whispered. “That is the
+pushmi-pullyu. Don’t let him see we’re talking
+about him—he gets so dreadfully embarrassed....
+Tell me, how did you come to be
+locked up in that little room?”</p>
+
+<p>“The pirates shut me in there when they were
+going off to steal things from another ship.
+When I heard some one chopping on the door,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span>
+I didn’t know who it could be. I was very
+glad to find it was you. Do you think you will
+be able to find my uncle for me?”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, we are going to try very hard,” said
+the Doctor. “Now what was your uncle like to
+look at?”</p>
+
+<p>“He had red hair,” the boy answered—“very
+red hair, and the picture of an anchor tattooed
+on his arm. He was a strong man, a kind uncle
+and the best sailor in the South Atlantic. His
+fishing-boat was called <i>The Saucy Sally</i>—a
+cutter-rigged sloop.”</p>
+
+<p>“What’s ‘cutterigsloop’?” whispered Gub-Gub,
+turning to Jip.</p>
+
+<p>“Sh!—That’s the kind of a ship the man had,”
+said Jip. “Keep still, can’t you?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh,” said the pig, “is that all? I thought
+it was something to drink.”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor left the boy to play with the
+animals in the dining-room, and went upstairs
+to look for passing porpoises.</p>
+
+<p>And soon a whole school came dancing and
+jumping through the water, on their way to
+Brazil.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>When they saw the Doctor leaning on the
+rail of his ship, they came over to see how he
+was getting on.</p>
+
+<p>And the Doctor asked them if they had seen
+anything of a man with red hair and an anchor
+tattooed on his arm.</p>
+
+<p>“Do you mean the master of <i>The Saucy
+Sally</i>?” asked the porpoises.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” said the Doctor. “That’s the man.
+Has he been drowned?”</p>
+
+<p>“His fishing-sloop was sunk,” said the porpoises—“for
+we saw it lying on the bottom of
+the sea. But there was nobody inside it, because
+we went and looked.”</p>
+
+<p>“His little nephew is on the ship with me
+here,” said the Doctor. “And he is terribly
+afraid that the pirates threw his uncle into the
+sea. Would you be so good as to find out for
+me, for sure, whether he has been drowned or
+not?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, he isn’t drowned,” said the porpoises.
+“If he were, we would be sure to have heard of
+it from the deep-sea Decapods. We hear all the
+salt-water news. The shell-fish call us ‘The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span>
+Ocean Gossips.’ No—tell the little boy we are
+sorry we do not know where his uncle is; but
+we are quite certain he hasn’t been drowned in
+the sea.”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor ran downstairs with the news
+and told the nephew, who clapped his hands with
+happiness. And the pushmi-pullyu took the little
+boy on his back and gave him a ride round
+the dining-room table; while all the other animals
+followed behind, beating the dish-covers
+with spoons, pretending it was a parade.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a><br /><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>SMELLS</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-167.jpg" width="139" height="153" alt="Y" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">“YOUR uncle must now be <i>found</i>,”
+said the Doctor—“that is the
+next thing—now that we know
+he wasn’t thrown into the sea.”</p>
+
+<p>Then Dab-Dab came up to
+him again and whispered,</p>
+
+<p>“Ask the eagles to look for the man. No living
+creature can see better than an eagle. When
+they are miles high in the air they can count
+the ants crawling on the ground. Ask the
+eagles.”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor sent one of the swallows off
+to get some eagles.</p>
+
+<p>And in about an hour the little bird came
+back with six different kinds of eagles: a Black
+Eagle, a Bald Eagle, a Fish Eagle, a Golden
+Eagle, an Eagle-Vulture, and a White-tailed
+Sea Eagle. Twice as high as the boy they were,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span>
+each one of them. And they stood on the rail
+of the ship, like round-shouldered soldiers all
+in a row, stern and still and stiff; while their
+great, gleaming, black eyes shot darting glances
+here and there and everywhere.</p>
+
+<p>Gub-Gub was scared of them and got behind
+a barrel. He said he felt as though those
+terrible eyes were looking right inside of him
+to see what he had stolen for lunch.</p>
+
+<p>And the Doctor said to the eagles,</p>
+
+<p>“A man has been lost—a fisherman with red
+hair and an anchor marked on his arm. Would
+you be so kind as to see if you can find him for
+us? This boy is the man’s nephew.”</p>
+
+<p>Eagles do not talk very much. And all they
+answered in their husky voices was,</p>
+
+<p>“You may be sure that we will do our best—for
+John Dolittle.”</p>
+
+<p>Then they flew off—and Gub-Gub came out
+from behind his barrel to see them go. Up and
+up and up they went—higher and higher and
+higher still. Then, when the Doctor could only
+just see them, they parted company and started
+going off all different ways—North, East, South<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span>
+and West, looking like tiny grains of black sand
+creeping across the wide, blue sky.</p>
+
+<p>“My gracious!” said Gub-Gub in a hushed
+voice. “What a height! I wonder they don’t
+scorch their feathers—so near the sun!”</p>
+
+<p>They were gone a long time. And when they
+came back it was almost night.</p>
+
+<p>And the eagles said to the Doctor,</p>
+
+<p>“We have searched all the seas and all the
+countries and all the islands and all the cities
+and all the villages in this half of the world.
+But we have failed. In the main street of Gibraltar
+we saw three red hairs lying on a wheelbarrow
+before a baker’s door. But they were
+not the hairs of a man—they were the hairs out
+of a fur-coat. Nowhere, on land or water, could
+we see any sign of this boy’s uncle. And if <i>we</i>
+could not see him, then he is not to be seen....
+For John Dolittle—we have done our best.”</p>
+
+<p>Then the six great birds flapped their big
+wings and flew back to their homes in the mountains
+and the rocks.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” said Dab-Dab, after they had gone,
+“what are we going to do now? The boy’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span>
+uncle <i>must</i> be found—there’s no two ways about
+that. The lad isn’t old enough to be knocking
+around the world by himself. Boys aren’t like
+ducklings—they have to be taken care of till
+they’re quite old.... I wish Chee-Chee were
+here. He would soon find the man. Good old
+Chee-Chee! I wonder how he’s getting on!”</p>
+
+<p>“If we only had Polynesia with us,” said the
+white mouse. “<i>She</i> would soon think of some
+way. Do you remember how she got us all
+out of prison—the second time? My, but she
+was a clever one!”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t think so much of those eagle-fellows,”
+said Jip. “They’re just conceited. They may
+have very good eyesight and all that; but when
+you ask them to find a man for you, they can’t
+do it—and they have the cheek to come back
+and say that nobody else could do it. They’re
+just conceited—like that collie in Puddleby.
+And I don’t think a whole lot of those gossipy
+old porpoises either. All they could tell us was
+that the man isn’t in the sea. We don’t want
+to know where he <i>isn’t</i>—we want to know where
+he <i>is</i>.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“Oh, don’t talk so much,” said Gub-Gub.
+“It’s easy to talk; but it isn’t so easy to find a
+man when you have got the whole world to hunt
+him in. Maybe the fisherman’s hair has turned
+white, worrying about the boy; and that was
+why the eagles didn’t find him. You don’t
+know everything. You’re just talking. You
+are not doing anything to help. You couldn’t
+find the boy’s uncle any more than the eagles
+could—you couldn’t do as well.”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 379px;">
+<img src="images/i-171.jpg" width="379" height="277" alt="animals on deck" />
+<div class="caption">“‘You stupid piece of warm bacon!’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>“Couldn’t I?” said the dog. “That’s all you
+know, you stupid piece of warm bacon! I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span>
+haven’t begun to try yet, have I? You wait and
+see!”</p>
+
+<p>Then Jip went to the Doctor and said,</p>
+
+<p>“Ask the boy if he has anything in his pockets
+that belonged to his uncle, will you, please?”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor asked him. And the boy
+showed them a gold ring which he wore on a
+piece of string around his neck because it was
+too big for his finger. He said his uncle gave
+it to him when they saw the pirates coming.</p>
+
+<p>Jip smelt the ring and said,</p>
+
+<p>“That’s no good. Ask him if he has anything
+else that belonged to his uncle.”</p>
+
+<p>Then the boy took from his pocket a great,
+big red handkerchief and said, “This was my
+uncle’s too.”</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the boy pulled it out, Jip shouted,</p>
+
+<p>“<i>Snuff</i>, by Jingo!—Black Rappee snuff.
+Don’t you smell it? His uncle took snuff—Ask
+him, Doctor.”</p>
+
+<p>The Doctor questioned the boy again;
+and he said, “Yes. My uncle took a lot of
+snuff.”</p>
+
+<p>“Fine!” said Jip. “The man’s as good as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span>
+found. ’Twill be as easy as stealing milk from
+a kitten. Tell the boy I’ll find his uncle for
+him in less than a week. Let us go upstairs
+and see which way the wind is blowing.”</p>
+
+<p>“But it is dark now,” said the Doctor. “You
+can’t find him in the dark!”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t need any light to look for a man who
+smells of Black Rappee snuff,” said Jip as he
+climbed the stairs. “If the man had a hard
+smell, like string, now—or hot water, it would
+be different. But <i>snuff</i>!—Tut, tut!”</p>
+
+<p>“Does hot water have a smell?” asked the
+Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Certainly it has,” said Jip. “Hot water
+smells quite different from cold water. It is
+warm water—or ice—that has the really difficult
+smell. Why, I once followed a man for
+ten miles on a dark night by the smell of the
+hot water he had used to shave with—for the
+poor fellow had no soap.... Now then, let
+us see which way the wind is blowing. Wind is
+very important in long-distant smelling. It
+mustn’t be too fierce a wind—and of course it
+must blow the right way. A nice, steady, damp<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span>
+breeze is the best of all.... Ha!—This wind
+is from the North.”</p>
+
+<p>Then Jip went up to the front of the ship
+and smelt the wind; and he started muttering
+to himself,</p>
+
+<p>“Tar; Spanish onions; kerosene oil; wet raincoats;
+crushed laurel-leaves; rubber burning;
+lace-curtains being washed—No, my mistake,
+lace-curtains hanging out to dry; and foxes—hundreds
+of ’em—cubs; and—”</p>
+
+<p>“Can you really smell all those different
+things in this one wind?” asked the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Why, of course!” said Jip. “And those are
+only a few of the easy smells—the strong ones.
+Any mongrel could smell those with a cold in
+the head. Wait now, and I’ll tell you some of
+the harder scents that are coming on this wind—a
+few of the dainty ones.”</p>
+
+<p>Then the dog shut his eyes tight, poked his
+nose straight up in the air and sniffed hard with
+his mouth half-open.</p>
+
+<p>For a long time he said nothing. He kept as
+still as a stone. He hardly seemed to be breathing
+at all. When at last he began to speak, it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span>
+sounded almost as though he were singing, sadly,
+in a dream.</p>
+
+<p>“Bricks,” he whispered, very low—“old yellow
+bricks, crumbling with age in a garden-wall;
+the sweet breath of young cows standing
+in a mountain-stream; the lead roof of a dove-cote—or
+perhaps a granary—with the mid-day
+sun on it; black kid gloves lying in a bureau-drawer
+of walnut-wood; a dusty road with a
+horses’ drinking-trough beneath the sycamores;
+little mushrooms bursting through the rotting
+leaves; and—and—and—”</p>
+
+<p>“Any parsnips?” asked Gub-Gub.</p>
+
+<p>“No,” said Jip. “You always think of things
+to eat. No parsnips whatever. And no snuff—plenty
+of pipes and cigarettes, and a few cigars.
+But no snuff. We must wait till the wind
+changes to the South.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, it’s a poor wind, that,” said Gub-Gub.
+“I think you’re a fake, Jip. Who ever heard of
+finding a man in the middle of the ocean just by
+smell! I told you you couldn’t do it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Look here,” said Jip, getting really angry.
+“You’re going to get a bite on the nose in a minute!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span>
+You needn’t think that just because the
+Doctor won’t let us give you what you deserve,
+that you can be as cheeky as you like!”</p>
+
+<p>“Stop quarreling!” said the Doctor—“Stop it!
+Life’s too short. Tell me, Jip, where do you
+think those smells are coming from?”</p>
+
+<p>“From Devon and Wales—most of them,” said
+Jip—“The wind is coming that way.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, well!” said the Doctor. “You know
+that’s really quite remarkable—quite. I must
+make a note of that for my new book. I wonder
+if you could train me to smell as well as
+that.... But no—perhaps I’m better off the
+way I am. ‘Enough is as good as a feast,’ they
+say. Let’s go down to supper. I’m quite hungry.”</p>
+
+<p>“So am I,” said Gub-Gub.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE NINETEENTH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE ROCK</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-177.jpg" width="140" height="138" alt="U" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">UP they got, early next morning,
+out of the silken beds; and they
+saw that the sun was shining
+brightly and that the wind was
+blowing from the South.</p>
+
+<p>Jip smelt the South wind for
+half an hour. Then he came to the Doctor,
+shaking his head.</p>
+
+<p>“I smell no snuff as yet,” he said. “We must
+wait till the wind changes to the East.”</p>
+
+<p>But even when the East wind came, at three
+o’clock that afternoon, the dog could not catch
+the smell of snuff.</p>
+
+<p>The little boy was terribly disappointed and
+began to cry again, saying that no one seemed
+to be able to find his uncle for him. But all Jip
+said to the Doctor was,</p>
+
+<p>“Tell him that when the wind changes to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span>
+the West, I’ll find his uncle even though he be
+in China—so long as he is still taking Black
+Rappee snuff.”</p>
+
+<p>Three days they had to wait before the West
+wind came. This was on a Friday morning,
+early—just as it was getting light. A fine rainy
+mist lay on the sea like a thin fog. And the
+wind was soft and warm and wet.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 341px;">
+<img src="images/i-178.jpg" width="341" height="227" alt="Jip waking up the doctor" />
+<div class="caption">“‘Doctor!’ he cried. ‘I’ve got it!’”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>As soon as Jip awoke he ran upstairs and
+poked his nose in the air. Then he got most
+frightfully excited and rushed down again to
+wake the Doctor up.</p>
+
+<p>“Doctor!” he cried. “I’ve got it! Doctor!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span>
+Doctor! Wake up! Listen! I’ve got it!
+The wind’s from the West and it smells of nothing
+but snuff. Come upstairs and start the ship—quick!”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor tumbled out of bed and went
+to the rudder to steer the ship.</p>
+
+<p>“Now I’ll go up to the front,” said Jip; “and
+you watch my nose—whichever way I point it,
+you turn the ship the same way. The man cannot
+be far off—with the smell as strong as this.
+And the wind’s all lovely and wet. Now watch
+me!”</p>
+
+<p>So all that morning Jip stood in the front
+part of the ship, sniffing the wind and pointing
+the way for the Doctor to steer; while all the
+animals and the little boy stood round with their
+eyes wide open, watching the dog in wonder.</p>
+
+<p>About lunch-time Jip asked Dab-Dab to tell
+the Doctor that he was getting worried and
+wanted to speak to him. So Dab-Dab went and
+fetched the Doctor from the other end of the
+ship and Jip said to him,</p>
+
+<p>“The boy’s uncle is starving. We must make
+the ship go as fast as we can.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>“How do you know he is starving?” asked the
+Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Because there is no other smell in the West
+wind but snuff,” said Jip. “If the man were
+cooking or eating food of any kind, I would
+be bound to smell it too. But he hasn’t even
+fresh water to drink. All he is taking is snuff—in
+large pinches. We are getting nearer to
+him all the time, because the smell grows
+stronger every minute. But make the ship go
+as fast as you can, for I am certain that the
+man is starving.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” said the Doctor; and he sent Dab-Dab
+to ask the swallows to pull the ship, the
+same as they had done when the pirates were
+chasing them.</p>
+
+<p>So the stout little birds came down and
+once more harnessed themselves to the ship.</p>
+
+<p>And now the boat went bounding through the
+waves at a terrible speed. It went so fast that
+the fishes in the sea had to jump for their lives
+to get out of the way and not be run over.</p>
+
+<p>And all the animals got tremendously excited;
+and they gave up looking at Jip and turned to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span>
+watch the sea in front, to spy out any land or
+islands where the starving man might be.</p>
+
+<p>But hour after hour went by and still the ship
+went rushing on, over the same flat, flat sea; and
+no land anywhere came in sight.</p>
+
+<p>And now the animals gave up chattering and
+sat around silent, anxious and miserable. The
+little boy again grew sad. And on Jip’s face
+there was a worried look.</p>
+
+<p>At last, late in the afternoon, just as the sun
+was going down, the owl, Too-Too, who
+was perched on the tip of the mast, suddenly
+startled them all by crying out at the top of his
+voice,</p>
+
+<p>“Jip! Jip! I see a great, great rock in front
+of us—look—way out there where the sky and
+the water meet. See the sun shine on it—like
+gold! Is the smell coming from there?”</p>
+
+<p>And Jip called back,</p>
+
+<p>“Yes. That’s it. That is where the man is.—At
+last, at last!”</p>
+
+<p>And when they got nearer they could see that
+the rock was very large—as large as a big field.
+No trees grew on it, no grass—nothing. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span>
+great rock was as smooth and as bare as the back
+of a tortoise.</p>
+
+<p>Then the Doctor sailed the ship right round
+the rock. But nowhere on it could a man be
+seen. All the animals screwed up their eyes
+and looked as hard as they could; and John
+Dolittle got a telescope from downstairs.</p>
+
+<p>But not one living thing could they spy—not
+even a gull, nor a star-fish, nor a shred of
+sea-weed.</p>
+
+<p>They all stood still and listened, straining
+their ears for any sound. But the only noise
+they heard was the gentle lapping of the little
+waves against the sides of their ship.</p>
+
+<p>Then they all started calling, “Hulloa, there!—HULLOA!”
+till their voices were hoarse.
+But only the echo came back from the rock.</p>
+
+<p>And the little boy burst into tears and said,</p>
+
+<p>“I am afraid I shall never see my uncle any
+more! What shall I tell them when I get
+home!”</p>
+
+<p>But Jip called to the Doctor,</p>
+
+<p>“He must be there—he must—<i>he must</i>! The
+smell goes on no further. He must be there, I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span>
+tell you! Sail the ship close to the rock and
+let me jump out on it.”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor brought the ship as close as
+he could and let down the anchor. Then he
+and Jip got out of the ship on to the rock.</p>
+
+<p>Jip at once put his nose down close to the
+ground and began to run all over the place. Up
+and down he went, back and forth—zig-zagging,
+twisting, doubling and turning. And
+everywhere he went, the Doctor ran behind him,
+close at his heels—till he was terribly out of
+breath.</p>
+
+<p>At last Jip let out a great bark and sat down.
+And when the Doctor came running up to him,
+he found the dog staring into a big, deep hole in
+the middle of the rock.</p>
+
+<p>“The boy’s uncle is down there,” said Jip
+quietly. “No wonder those silly eagles couldn’t
+see him!—It takes a dog to find a man.”</p>
+
+<p>So the Doctor got down into the hole, which
+seemed to be a kind of cave, or tunnel, running
+a long way under the ground. Then he struck
+a match and started to make his way along the
+dark passage with Jip following behind.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The Doctor’s match soon went out; and he
+had to strike another and another and another.</p>
+
+<p>At last the passage came to an end; and the
+Doctor found himself in a kind of tiny room
+with walls of rock.</p>
+
+<p>And there, in the middle of the room, his head
+resting on his arms, lay a man with very red
+hair—fast asleep!</p>
+
+<p>Jip went up and sniffed at something lying
+on the ground beside him. The Doctor stooped
+and picked it up. It was an enormous snuff-box.
+And it was full of Black Rappee!</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE TWENTIETH CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>THE FISHERMAN’S TOWN</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-185.jpg" width="144" height="143" alt="G" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">GENTLY then—very gently, the
+Doctor woke the man up.</p>
+
+<p>But just at that moment the
+match went out again. And
+the man thought it was Ben Ali
+coming back, and he began to
+punch the Doctor in the dark.</p>
+
+<p>But when John Dolittle told him who it was,
+and that he had his little nephew safe on his
+ship, the man was tremendously glad, and said
+he was sorry he had fought the Doctor. He had
+not hurt him much though—because it was too
+dark to punch properly. Then he gave the
+Doctor a pinch of snuff.</p>
+
+<p>And the man told how the Barbary Dragon
+had put him on to this rock and left him there,
+when he wouldn’t promise to become a pirate;
+and how he used to sleep down in this hole because<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span>
+there was no house on the rock to keep
+him warm.</p>
+
+<p>And then he said,</p>
+
+<p>“For four days I have had nothing to eat or
+drink. I have lived on snuff.”</p>
+
+<p>“There you are!” said Jip. “What did I tell
+you?”</p>
+
+<p>So they struck some more matches and made
+their way out through the passage into the daylight;
+and the Doctor hurried the man down to
+the boat to get some soup.</p>
+
+<p>When the animals and the little boy saw the
+Doctor and Jip coming back to the ship with
+a red-headed man, they began to cheer and yell
+and dance about the boat. And the swallows
+up above started whistling at the top of their
+voices—thousands and millions of them—to
+show that they too were glad that the boy’s brave
+uncle had been found. The noise they made
+was so great that sailors far out at sea thought
+that a terrible storm was coming. “Hark to
+that gale howling in the East!” they said.</p>
+
+<p>And Jip was awfully proud of himself—though<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span>
+he tried hard not to look conceited.
+When Dab-Dab came to him and said, “Jip, I
+had no idea you were so clever!” he just tossed
+his head and answered,</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, that’s nothing special. But it takes a
+dog to find a man, you know. Birds are no good
+for a game like that.”</p>
+
+<p>Then the Doctor asked the red-haired fisherman
+where his home was. And when he had
+told him, the Doctor asked the swallows to guide
+the ship there first.</p>
+
+<p>And when they had come to the land which
+the man had spoken of, they saw a little fishing-town
+at the foot of a rocky mountain; and the
+man pointed out the house where he lived.</p>
+
+<p>And while they were letting down the anchor,
+the little boy’s mother (who was also the man’s
+sister) came running down to the shore to meet
+them, laughing and crying at the same time.
+She had been sitting on a hill for twenty days,
+watching the sea and waiting for them to return.</p>
+
+<p>And she kissed the Doctor many times, so that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span>
+he giggled and blushed like a school-girl. And
+she tried to kiss Jip too; but he ran away and
+hid inside the ship.</p>
+
+<p>“It’s a silly business, this kissing,” he said.
+“I don’t hold by it. Let her go and kiss Gub-Gub—if
+she <i>must</i> kiss something.”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 382px;">
+<img src="images/i-188.jpg" width="382" height="225" alt="boys mother running to kiss doctor" />
+<div class="caption">“And she kissed the Doctor many times”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The fisherman and his sister didn’t want the
+Doctor to go away again in a hurry. They
+begged him to spend a few days with them. So
+John Dolittle and his animals had to stay at
+their house a whole Saturday and Sunday and
+half of Monday.</p>
+
+<p>And all the little boys of the fishing-village
+went down to the beach and pointed at the great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span>
+ship anchored there, and said to one another in
+whispers,</p>
+
+<p>“Look! That was a pirate-ship—Ben Ali’s—the
+most terrible pirate that ever sailed the
+Seven Seas! That old gentleman with the high
+hat, who’s staying up at Mrs. Trevelyan’s, <i>he</i>
+took the ship away from The Barbary Dragon—and
+made him into a farmer. Who’d have
+thought it of him—him so gentle-like and all!...
+Look at the great red sails! Ain’t she the
+wicked-looking ship—and fast?—My!”</p>
+
+<p>All those two days and a half that the Doctor
+stayed at the little fishing-town the people kept
+asking him out to teas and luncheons and dinners
+and parties; all the ladies sent him boxes
+of flowers and candies; and the village-band
+played tunes under his window every night.</p>
+
+<p>At last the Doctor said,</p>
+
+<p>“Good people, I must go home now. You
+have really been most kind. I shall always remember
+it. But I must go home—for I have
+things to do.”</p>
+
+<p>Then, just as the Doctor was about to leave,
+the Mayor of the town came down the street<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span>
+and a lot of other people in grand clothes with
+him. And the Mayor stopped before the house
+where the Doctor was living; and everybody in
+the village gathered round to see what was going
+to happen.</p>
+
+<p>After six page-boys had blown on shining
+trumpets to make the people stop talking, the
+Doctor came out on to the steps and the Mayor
+spoke.</p>
+
+<p>“Doctor John Dolittle,” said he: “It is a
+great pleasure for me to present to the man who
+rid the seas of the Dragon of Barbary this little
+token from the grateful people of our worthy
+Town.”</p>
+
+<p>And the Mayor took from his pocket a little
+tissue-paper packet, and opening it, he handed
+to the Doctor a perfectly beautiful watch with
+real diamonds in the back.</p>
+
+<p>Then the Mayor pulled out of his pocket a
+still larger parcel and said,</p>
+
+<p>“Where is the dog?”</p>
+
+<p>Then everybody started to hunt for Jip. And
+at last Dab-Dab found him on the other side
+of the village in a stable-yard, where all the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span>
+dogs of the country-side were standing round
+him speechless with admiration and respect.</p>
+
+<p>When Jip was brought to the Doctor’s side,
+the Mayor opened the larger parcel; and inside
+was a dog-collar made of solid gold! And a
+great murmur of wonder went up from the village-folk
+as the Mayor bent down and fastened
+it round the dog’s neck with his own hands.</p>
+
+<p>For written on the collar in big letters were
+these words: “JIP—<i>The Cleverest Dog in the
+World.</i>”</p>
+
+<p>Then the whole crowd moved down to the
+beach to see them off. And after the red-haired
+fisherman and his sister and the little boy had
+thanked the Doctor and his dog over and over
+and over again, the great, swift ship with the
+red sails was turned once more towards Puddleby
+and they sailed out to sea, while the village-band
+played music on the shore.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="chapter"></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><i>THE LAST CHAPTER</i><br />
+
+<small>HOME AGAIN</small></h2>
+
+
+<div>
+  <img class="drop-cap" src="images/i-192.jpg" width="160" height="138" alt="M" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-capi">MARCH winds had come and
+gone; April’s showers were
+over; May’s buds had opened
+into flower; and the June sun
+was shining on the pleasant
+fields, when John Dolittle at
+last got back to his own country.</p>
+
+<p>But he did not yet go home to Puddleby.
+First he went traveling through the land with
+the pushmi-pullyu in a gipsy-wagon, stopping at
+all the country-fairs. And there, with the acrobats
+on one side of them and the Punch-and-Judy
+show on the other, they would hang out a
+big sign which read, “<span class="smcap">Come and See the
+Marvelous Two-Headed Animal from the
+Jungles of Africa.</span> Admission <span class="smcap">Sixpence</span>.”</p>
+
+<p>And the pushmi-pullyu would stay inside the
+wagon, while the other animals would lie about<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span>
+underneath. The Doctor sat in a chair in front
+taking the sixpences and smiling on the people
+as they went in; and Dab-Dab was kept busy
+all the time scolding him because he would let
+the children in for nothing when she wasn’t
+looking.</p>
+
+<p>And menagerie-keepers and circus-men came
+and asked the Doctor to sell them the strange
+creature, saying they would pay a tremendous
+lot of money for him. But the Doctor always
+shook his head and said,</p>
+
+<p>“No. The pushmi-pullyu shall never be shut
+up in a cage. He shall be free always to come
+and go, like you and me.”</p>
+
+<p>Many curious sights and happenings they saw
+in this wandering life; but they all seemed quite
+ordinary after the great things they had seen
+and done in foreign lands. It was very interesting
+at first, being sort of part of a circus;
+but after a few weeks they all got dreadfully
+tired of it and the Doctor and all of them were
+longing to go home.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 446px;">
+<img src="images/i-194.jpg" width="446" height="543" alt="the menagerie" />
+<div class="caption">“The Doctor sat in a chair in front”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>But so many people came flocking to the little
+wagon and paid the sixpence to go inside and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a><br /><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span>
+see the pushmi-pullyu that very soon the Doctor
+was able to give up being a showman.</p>
+
+<p>And one fine day, when the hollyhocks were
+in full bloom, he came back to Puddleby a rich
+man, to live in the little house with the big
+garden.</p>
+
+<p>And the old lame horse in the stable was glad
+to see him; and so were the swallows who had
+already built their nests under the eaves of his
+roof and had young ones. And Dab-Dab was
+glad, too, to get back to the house she knew so
+well—although there was a terrible lot of dusting
+to be done, with cobwebs everywhere.</p>
+
+<p>And after Jip had gone and shown his golden
+collar to the conceited collie next-door, he came
+back and began running round the garden like
+a crazy thing, looking for the bones he had
+buried long ago, and chasing the rats out of the
+tool-shed; while Gub-Gub dug up the horseradish
+which had grown three feet high in the
+corner by the garden-wall.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i-196.jpg" width="600" height="342" alt="Jip running around garden" />
+<div class="caption">“He began running round the garden like a crazy thing”</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>And the Doctor went and saw the sailor who
+had lent him the boat, and he bought two new
+ships for him and a rubber-doll for his baby;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a><br /><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span>
+and he paid the grocer for the food he had lent
+him for the journey to Africa. And he bought
+another piano and put the white mice back in
+it—because they said the bureau-drawer was
+drafty.</p>
+
+<p>Even when the Doctor had filled the old
+money-box on the dresser-shelf, he still had a
+lot of money left; and he had to get three more
+money-boxes, just as big, to put the rest in.</p>
+
+<p>“Money,” he said, “is a terrible nuisance.
+But it’s nice not to have to worry.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” said Dab-Dab, who was toasting muffins
+for his tea, “it is indeed!”</p>
+
+<p>And when the Winter came again, and the
+snow flew against the kitchen-window, the Doctor
+and his animals would sit round the big,
+warm fire after supper; and he would read aloud
+to them out of his books.</p>
+
+<p>But far away in Africa, where the monkeys
+chattered in the palm-trees before they went to
+bed under the big yellow moon, they would say
+to one another,</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder what The Good Man’s doing now—over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span>
+there, in the Land of the White Men!
+Do you think he ever will come back?”</p>
+
+<p>And Polynesia would squeak out from the
+vines,</p>
+
+<p>“I think he will—I guess he will—I hope he
+will!”</p>
+
+<p>And then the crocodile would grunt up at
+them from the black mud of the river,</p>
+
+<p>“I’m SURE he will—Go to sleep!”</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/i-198.jpg" width="441" height="351" alt="Bench with words THE END; doctor asleep on bench" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<div class="tnote"><div class="center"><b>Transcriber’s Notes:</b></div>
+
+<p>Page 79, period added at end of sentence (had not seen before.)</p>
+
+<p>Page 119, single closing quote added to caption about rats.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 501 ***</div>
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author	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 05:15:07 -0700
committer	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 05:15:07 -0700
commit	ac48c8f99d5e7757f1c702d72e069579b0822d1c (patch)
tree	cd4d34960f33758bc59df87a8e77ee598c7df91c /501-h