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by Hugh Lofting

Chapter I Puddleby
Chapter II Animal Language
Chapter III More Money Troubles
Chapter IV A Message from Africa
Chapter V The Great Journey
Chapter VI Polynesia and the King
Chapter VII The Bridge of Apes
Chapter VIII The Leader of the Lions
Chapter IX The Monkey’s Council
Chapter X The Rarest Animal of All
Chapter XI The Black Prince
Chapter XII Medicine and Magic
Chapter XIII Red Sails and Blue Wings
Chapter XIV The Rat’s Warning
Chapter XV The Barbary Dragon
Chapter XVI Too-Too, the Listener
Chapter XVII The Ocean Gossips
Chapter XVIII Smells
Chapter XIX The Rock
Chapter XX The Fisherman’s Town
Chapter XXI Home- Again


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.

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 even the crows that lived in the church-tower
would caw and nod their heads.

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.

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

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 to see him any more, but drove every Saturday all the way to
Oxenthorpe, another town ten miles off, to see a different doctor.

Then his sister, Sarah Dolittle, came to him and said,

“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.”

“But I like the animals better than the ‘best people’,” said the Doctor.

“You are ridiculous,” said his sister, and walked out of the room.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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!”

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.


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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.

“Why don’t you give up being a people’s doctor, and be an animal-
doctor?” asked the Cat’s-meat-Man.

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

“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’D write some books. But my wife, Theodosia, she’s a scholar, 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?”

“Oh, no,” said the Doctor quickly. “You mustn’t do that. That wouldn’t be

“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.”

When the Cat’s-meat-Man had gone the parrot flew off the window on to
the Doctor’s table and said,

“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—THEY’ll soon find
it out. Be an animal-doctor.”

“Oh, there are plenty of animal-doctors,” said John Dolittle, putting the
flower-pots outside on the window-sill to get the rain.

“Yes, there ARE 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?”

“I knew that parrots can talk,” said the Doctor.

“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: Ka-ka oi-ee, fee-fee?”

“Good Gracious!” cried the Doctor. “What does that mean?”

“That means, ‘Is the porridge hot yet?’—in bird-language.”

“My! You don’t say so!” said the Doctor. “You never talked that way to
me before.”

“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.”

“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.”

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.

At tea-time, when the dog, Jip, came in, the parrot said to the Doctor,
“See, HE’S talking to you.”

“Looks to me as though he were scratching his ear,” said the Doctor.
“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 WANT to
make a noise. Do you see now the way he’s twitching up one side of his

“What’s that mean?” asked the Doctor.

“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.”

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.
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.

One day a plow-horse was brought to him; and the poor thing was terribly
glad to find a man who could talk in horse-language.

“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
SPECTACLES. 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.”

“Of course—of course,” said the Doctor. “I’ll get you some at once.”
“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.”
“Certainly,” said the Doctor. “Green ones you shall have.”

“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 ANYBODY 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.”

“Where did he put it?” asked the Doctor.

“Oh, he didn’t put it anywhere—on me,” said the horse. “He only tried to. I
kicked him into the duck-pond.”

“Well, well!” said the Doctor.

“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.”

“Did you hurt the boy much?” asked the Doctor.

“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?”

“I’ll have them for you next week,” said the Doctor. “Come in again
Tuesday—Good morning!”

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.

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.

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.

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 WAS
a doctor. And whenever any creatures got sick—not only horses and cows
and 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.

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.

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 than he had been among the folks of the
West Country. And he was happy and liked his life very much.

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.

“What is it, Polynesia?” asked the Doctor, looking up from his book.
“I was just thinking,” said the parrot; and she went on looking at the

“What were you thinking?”

“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
PEOPLE 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.’ DUMB!—Huh! Why I knew a
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.—PEOPLE,
Golly! I suppose if people ever learn to fly—like any common hedge-
sparrow—we shall never hear the end of it!”

“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.”

“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.”


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AND soon now the Doctor began to make money again; and his sister,
Sarah, bought a new dress and was happy. 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

And often even after they got well, they did not want to go away—they
liked the Doctor 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.

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.”

And another time, when the circus came to Puddleby, the crocodile who
had a bad tooth-ache 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.

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.

So then the Doctor’s sister came to him and said, “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.”

“It isn’t an alligator,” said the Doctor—”it’s a crocodile.”

“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.”

“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.”

“I tell you I WILL NOT 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

“All right,” said the Doctor, “go and get married. It can’t be helped.” And
he took down his hat and went out into the garden.

So Sarah Dolittle packed up her things and went off; and the Doctor was
left all alone with his animal family.

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.

“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

But soon the animals themselves began to get worried. And one evening
when the Doctor was asleep in his chair before the kitchen-fire 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.

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.”

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.

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 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.

In this way things went along all right for a while; but without money they
found it very hard.

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

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,
“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!”

But the snow came earlier than usual that 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.


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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, “Sh! What’s that noise

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

“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.”

“Who brought the message?” asked the Doctor, taking off his spectacles
and laying down his book.

“A swallow,” said Chee-Chee. “She is outside on the rain-butt.”
“Bring her in by the fire,” said the Doctor. “She must be perished with the
cold. The swallows flew South six weeks ago!”

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.

When she had finished the Doctor said,
“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.”

So the monkey climbed up and got it off the top shelf of the dresser.
There was nothing in it—not one single penny!

“I felt sure there was twopence left,” said the Doctor.

“There WAS,” said the owl. “But you spent it on a rattle for that badger’s
baby when he was teething.”

“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.”

So early the next morning the Doctor went down to the seashore. And
when he came back he told the animals it was all right—the sailor was
going to lend them the boat.

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,

“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.”

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

“You must have plenty of pilot-bread,” she said—”‘hard tack’ they call it.
And you must have beef in cans—and an anchor.”

“I expect the ship will have its own anchor,” said the Doctor.

“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.”

“What’s that for?” asked the Doctor.

“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.”

Then they began to wonder where they were going to get the money from
to buy all the things they needed.

“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

So the sailor went to see the grocer. And presently he came back with all
the things they wanted.

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 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.

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.

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.
“Why, that isn’t a bed!” cried Gub-Gub. “That’s a shelf!”

“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.'”

“I don’t think I’ll go to bed yet,” said Gub-Gub. “I’m too excited. I want to
go upstairs again and see them start.”

“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,

I’ve seen the Black Sea and the Red Sea;
I rounded the Isle of Wight;
I discovered the Yellow River,
And the Orange too by night.
Now Greenland drops behind again,
And I sail the ocean Blue.
I’m tired of all these colors, Jane,
So I’m coming back to you.

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.

But the swallow said she had been to that country many times and would
show them how to get there.

So the Doctor told Chee-Chee to pull up the anchor and the voyage began.


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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.

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.

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 barrel, with
their tongues hanging out, drinking lemonade.

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

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.

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
doctor. And when they heard that it was, they asked the parrot if the
Doctor wanted anything for his journey.

And Polynesia said, “Yes. We have run short of onions.”

“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.”

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.

The next evening, as the sun was going down the Doctor said,

“Get me the telescope, Chee-Chee. Our journey is nearly ended. Very
soon we should be able to see the shores of Africa.”

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. Then a great storm came up, with thunder
and lightning. The wind howled; the rain came down in torrents; and the
waves got so high they splashed right over the boat.

Presently there was a big BANG! The ship stopped and rolled over on its

“What’s happened?” asked the Doctor, coming up from downstairs.
“I’m not sure,” said the parrot; “but I think we’re ship-wrecked. Tell the
duck to get out and see.”

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.

“We must have run into Africa,” said the Doctor. “Dear me, dear me!—
Well—we must all swim to land.”

But Chee-Chee and Gub-Gub did not know how to swim.

“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; 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.'”

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 handbag
with them.

But the ship was no good any more—with the big hole in the bottom; and
presently the rough sea beat it to pieces on the rocks and the timbers
floated away.

Then they all took shelter in a nice dry cave they found, high up in the
cliffs, till the storm was over.

When the sun came out next morning they went down to the sandy beach
to dry themselves.

“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!”

And the others noticed she had tears in her eyes—she was so pleased to
see her country once again.

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.

When she flew down to get it, she found one of the white mice, very
frightened, sitting inside it.

“What are you doing here?” asked the duck. “You were told to stay behind
in Puddleby.”

“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.”

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.
“That’s what you call a ‘stowaway,'” said the parrot.

Presently, when they were looking for a place in the trunk where the white
mouse could travel comfortably, the monkey, Chee-Chee, suddenly said,
“Sh! I hear footsteps in the jungle!”

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.

“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.”

“You must all come before the King,” said the black man.

“What king?” asked the Doctor, who didn’t want to waste any time.

“The King of the Jolliginki,” the man answered. “All these lands belong to
him; and all strangers must be brought before him. Follow me.”

So they gathered up their baggage and went off, following the man
through the jungle.


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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.
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.

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.

“You may not travel through my lands,” said the King. “Many years ago a
white man came 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.”

Then the King turned to some of the black men who were standing near
and said, “Take away this medicine-man—with all his animals, and lock
them up in my strongest prison.”

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.

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.

“Are we all here?” asked the Doctor, after he had got used to the dim light.

“Yes, I think so,” said the duck and started to count them.

“Where’s Polynesia?” asked the crocodile. “She isn’t here.”

“Are you sure?” said the Doctor. “Look again. Polynesia! Polynesia!

Where are you?”

“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.”

“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.

“Good Gracious!” cried the Doctor. “You’re lucky I didn’t sit on you.”
“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

“Oh, what can YOU do?” said Gub-Gub, turning up his nose and
beginning to cry again. “You’re only a bird!”

“Quite true,” said the parrot. “But do not forget that although I am only a
bird, I CAN TALK LIKE A MAN—and I know these people.”

So that night, when the moon was shining through the palm-trees and all
the King’s men 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.

She heard Prince Bumpo snoring in his bed-room 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.

The Queen was away at a dance that night at her cousin’s; but the King
was in bed fast asleep.

Polynesia crept in, very softly, and got under the bed.

Then she coughed—just the way Doctor Dolittle used to cough. Polynesia
could mimic any one.

The King opened his eyes and said sleepily: “Is that you, Ermintrude?”

(He thought it was the Queen come back from the dance.)

Then the parrot coughed again—loud, like a man. And the King sat up,
wide awake, and said, “Who’s that?”

“I am Doctor Dolittle,” said the parrot—just the way the Doctor would
have said it.

“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.”

But the parrot just laughed—a long, deep jolly laugh, like the Doctor’s.

“Stop laughing and come here at once, so I can see you,” said the King.

“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.”

Then the King began to tremble and was very much afraid.

“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.

As soon as he was gone, Polynesia crept downstairs and left the palace by
the pantry window.

But the Queen, who was just letting herself in at the backdoor with a latch-
key, saw the parrot getting out through the broken glass. And when the
King came back to bed she told him what she had seen.

Then the King understood that he had been tricked, and he was dreadfully
angry. He hurried back to the prison at once But he was too late. The door stood open. The dungeon was empty. The
Doctor and all his animals were gone.


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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.

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.

Gub-Gub, with his short legs, soon got tired; and the Doctor had to carry
him—which made it pretty hard when they had the trunk and the hand-bag
with them as well.

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.

“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.”
So there they stayed the whole night through.

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.

At last, when daylight began to come through the thick leaves overhead,
they heard Queen Ermintrude saying in a very tired voice that it was no
use looking any more—that they might as well go back and get some

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Then they all ran harder than they had ever run in their lives; and the
King’s men, coming after them, began to run too; and the Captain ran
hardest of all.

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.

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.

By this time the Doctor had picked himself up, and on they went again,
running and running. And Chee-Chee shouted,

“It’s all right! We haven’t far to go now!”

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

And Jip, the dog, looked down over the edge of the steep, steep cliff and

“Golly! How are we ever going to get across?”

“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.

But the big monkey who was carrying the pig dropped him on the ground
and cried out to the other monkeys.

“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!”

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.
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.

And the big one shouted to the Doctor, “Walk over! Walk over—all of

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.
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.

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.

Then Chee-Chee turned to the Doctor and said,

“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.'”

And the Doctor felt very pleased.


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JOHN DOLITTLE now became dreadfully, awfully busy. He found
hundreds and thousands of monkeys sick—gorillas, orangoutangs,
chimpanzees, dog-faced baboons, marmosettes, gray monkeys, red ones—
all kinds. And many had died.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.
“Do you dare to ask me, Sir?” he said, glaring at the Doctor. “Do you dare
to ask me—ME, THE KING OF BEASTS, to wait on a lot of dirty
monkeys? Why, I wouldn’t even eat them between meals!”

Although the lion looked very terrible, the Doctor tried hard not to seem
afraid of him.

“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. YOUR coat looks as though it
needed brushing—badly. Now listen, and I’ll tell you something: the day
may 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 THEY are in
trouble. That often happens to proud people.”

“The lions are never IN trouble—they only MAKE trouble,” said the
Leader, turning up his nose. And he stalked away into the jungle, feeling
he had been rather smart and clever.

Then the leopards got proud too and said they wouldn’t help. And then of
course the antelopes—although they were too shy and timid to be rude to
the Doctor like the lion—THEY pawed the ground, and smiled foolishly,
and said they had never been nurses before.

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.
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.

“One of the cubs won’t eat,” she said. “I don’t know WHAT to do with
him. He hasn’t taken a thing since last night.”

And she began to cry and shake with nervousness—for she was a good
mother, even though she was a lioness.

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

Then the lion told his wife, quite proudly, just what he had said to the
Doctor. And she got so angry she nearly drove him out of the den. “You
never DID 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, NOW—
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 GOOD doctor. You—,”
and she started pulling her husband’s hair.

“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
hard! And perhaps he will be kind enough to come and see the cub later.

Now be off!— HURRY, I tell you! You’re not fit to be a father!”

And she went into the den next door, where another mother-lion lived, and
told her all about it.

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?”
“No,” said the Doctor. “I haven’t. And I’m dreadfully worried.”

“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?”

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 to help him in his work. There
were so many of them that he had to send some away, and only kept the

And now very soon the monkeys began to get better. At the end of a week
the big house full of beds was half empty. And at the end of the second
week the last monkey had got well.

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.


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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.

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.

And the Chief Chimpanzee rose up and said,

“Why is it the good man is going away? Is he not happy here with us?”
But none of them could answer him.

Then the Grand Gorilla got up and said,

“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 of monkey-
servants to work for him and to make life pleasant for him—perhaps then
he will not wish to go.”

Then Chee-Chee got up; and all the others whispered, “Sh! Look! Chee-
Chee, the great Traveler, is about to speak!”

And Chee-Chee said to the other monkeys,

“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.”

And the monkeys asked him, “What is MONEY?”

Then Chee-Chee told them that in the Land of the White Men you could
get nothing without money; you could DO nothing without money—that it
was almost impossible to LIVE without money.

And some of them asked, “But can you not even eat and drink without

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

And the Chief Chimpanzee turned to the Oldest Orangoutang and said,
“Cousin, surely these Men be strange creatures! Who would wish to live in
such a land? My gracious, how paltry!”

Then Chee-Chee said,

“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.”
And the monkeys were all silent for a while, sitting quite still upon the
ground and thinking hard.

At last the Biggest Baboon got up and said,

“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.”

And a little, tiny red monkey who was sitting up in a tree shouted down,
“I think that too!”

And then they all cried out, making a great noise, “Yes, yes. Let us give
him the finest present a White Man ever had!”

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!”

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.

“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.”

And the monkeys asked him, “What are MENAGERIES?”

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

“These Men are like thoughtless young ones—stupid and easily amused.
Sh! It is a prison he means.”

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,

“Have they an iguana over there?”

But Chee-Chee said, “Yes, there is one in the London Zoo.”

And another asked, “Have they an okapi?”

But Chee-Chee said, “Yes. In Belgium, where my organ-grinder took me
five years ago, they had an okapi in a big city they call Antwerp.”
And another asked, “Have they a pushmi-pullyu?”

Then Chee-Chee said, “No. No White Man has ever seen a pushmi-pullyu.
Let us give him that.”


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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 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.

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.

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

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.
They asked him if he would go with Doctor Dolittle and be put on show in
the Land of the White Men.

But he shook both his heads hard and said, “Certainly not!”
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.

But he answered, “No. You know how shy I am—I hate being stared at.”
And he almost began to cry.

Then for three days they tried to persuade him.

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.

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

The duck, who was packing the trunk, said, “Come in!”
And Chee-Chee very proudly took the animal inside and showed him to
the Doctor.

“What in the world is it?” asked John Dolittle, gazing at the strange

“Lord save us!” cried the duck. “How does it make up its mind?”

“It doesn’t look to me as though it had any,” said Jip, the dog.

“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

“But I don’t want any money,” said the Doctor.

“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?”

“I was going to make him one,” said the Doctor.

“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!”

“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?”

“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.”

“Why, certainly—of course, of course,” said the Doctor. “Excuse me,
surely you are related to the Deer Family, are you not?”

“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.”

“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—”

“I notice,” said the duck, “that you only talk with one of your mouths.
Can’t the other head talk as well?”

“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.”

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.

After they had all finished eating, the Doctor got up and said,

“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.”

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!”

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,

“This stone for all time shall mark the spot.”

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 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!”

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.


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BY the edge of the river they stopped and said farewell.

This took a long time, because all those thousands of monkeys wanted to
shake John Dolittle by the hand.

Afterwards, when the Doctor and his pets were going on alone, Polynesia

“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.”

“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

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.

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.

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 nearly lost the medicine-
bag in the under-brush. There seemed no end to their troubles; and
nowhere could they come upon a path.

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.

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.

“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!”

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-

They were all very unhappy.

“This is a great nuisance,” said the Doctor. “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.”

But the door was very strong and firmly locked. There seemed no chance
of getting out. Then Gub-Gub began to cry again.

All this time Polynesia was still sitting in the tree in the palace-garden.
She was saying nothing and blinking her eyes.

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.

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.

“The Doctor and all the animals have been caught by the King’s men and
locked up again,” whispered Polynesia. “We lost our way in the jungle and
blundered into the palace-garden by mistake.”

“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

“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!”

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 and began reading the fairy-stories to

Chee-Chee and Polynesia watched him, keeping very quiet and still.

After a while the King’s son laid the book down and sighed a weary sigh.

“If I were only a WHITE prince!” said he, with a dreamy, far-away look in
his eyes.

Then the parrot, talking in a small, high voice like a little girl, said aloud,

“Bumpo, some one might turn thee into a white prince perchance.”

The King’s son started up off the seat and looked all around.

“What is this I hear?” he cried. “Methought the sweet music of a fairy’s
silver voice rang from yonder bower! Strange!”

“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.”

“Oh tell me, Fairy-Queen,” cried Bumpo, clasping his hands in joy, “who
is it can turn me white?”

“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 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!”

“Farewell!” cried the Prince. “A thousand thanks, good Tripsitinka!”
And he sat down on the seat again with a smile upon his face, waiting for
the sun to set.


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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.
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

“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
will open the prison-door and find a ship for you to cross the sea in.”

“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

“I don’t know anything about that,” said Polynesia impatiently. “But you
MUST turn this man 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.”

“Well, I suppose it MIGHT 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—”

Well, that night Prince Bumpo came secretly to the Doctor in prison and
said to him,

“White Man, I am an unhappy prince. 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.”

“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?”

“No,” said Bumpo. “Nothing else will satisfy me. I must be a white

“You know it is very hard to change the color of a prince,” said the
Doctor—”one of the hardest things a magician can do. You only want
your face white, do you not?”

“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.”
“Must your face be white all over?” asked the Doctor.

“Yes, all over,” said Bumpo—”and I would like my eyes blue too, but I
suppose that would be very hard to do.”

“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 out of prison. Promise—by the crown
of Jolliginki!”

So the Prince promised and went away to get a ship ready at the seashore.

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.

The Prince leaned down and put his face in—right up to the ears.

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.

At last the Prince lifted his face up out of the basin, breathing very hard.
And all the animals cried out in surprise.

For the Prince’s face had turned as white as snow, and his eyes, which had
been mud-colored, were a manly gray!

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.

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.

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.

When they came to the beach they saw Polynesia and Chee-Chee waiting
for them on the rocks near the ship.

“I feel sorry about Bumpo,” said the Doctor.

“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 MIGHT 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!”

“Oh, of course he will know we were just joking with him,” said the

“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.”

“But HE 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 when I get to Puddleby. And who knows?—he may stay white after

“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.”

“Still, he had a good heart,” said the Doctor—”romantic, of course—but a
good heart. After all, ‘handsome is as handsome does.'”

“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!”

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.

And when the Doctor stood upon the boat, he looked over the side across
the water. And then he remembered that they had no one with them to
guide them back to Puddleby.

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.

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.

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.

And Jip, with his nose pointing and his tail quite straight, said,
“Birds!—millions of them—flying fast—that’s it!”

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 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.

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.

And in the silent moonlight John Dolittle spoke:

“I had no idea that we had been in Africa so long. It will be nearly
Summer when we 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!”

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

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.


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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.

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
the friends sent no money, the pirates often threw the people into the sea.

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

“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.”

Jip, who was lying near taking a nap in the sun, began to growl and talk in
his sleep.

“I smell roast beef cooking,” he mumbled—”underdone roast beef—with
brown gravy over it.”

“Good gracious!” cried the Doctor. “What’s the matter with the dog? Is he
SMELLING in his sleep—as well as talking?”

“I suppose he is,” said Dab-Dab. “All dogs can smell in their sleep.”
“But what is he smelling?” asked the Doctor.

“There is no roast beef cooking on our ship.” “No,” said Dab-Dab. “The
roast beef must be on that other ship over there.”

“But that’s ten miles away,” said the Doctor. “He couldn’t smell that far

“Oh, yes, he could,” said Dab-Dab. “You ask him.”

Then Jip, still fast asleep, began to growl again and his lip curled up
angrily, showing his clean, white teeth.

“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.

“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.”

“They are bad sailors,” said Jip; “and their ship is very swift. They are
surely the pirates of Barbary.”

“Well, we must put up more sails on our boat,” said the Doctor, “so we can
go faster and get away from them. Run downstairs, Jip, and fetch me all
the sails you see.”

The dog hurried downstairs and dragged up every sail he could find.
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.

“This is a poor ship the Prince gave us,” said Gub-Gub, the pig—”the
slowest he could find, I 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?”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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
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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.

And presently the Doctor saw the island they had spoken of. It had a very
beautiful, high, green mountain in the middle of it.

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 to drink on his ship. And he
told all the animals to get out too and romp on the grass to stretch their

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.

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,
“Ahem—er—you know of course that all ships have rats in them, Doctor,
do you not?”

And the Doctor said, “Yes.”

“And you have heard that rats always leave a sinking ship?”

“Yes,” said the Doctor—”so I’ve been told.”

“People,” said the rat, “always speak of it with a sneer—as though it were
something disgraceful. But you can’t blame us, can you? After all, who
WOULD stay on a sinking ship, if he could get off it?”

“It’s very natural,” said the Doctor—”very natural. I quite understand….
Was there— Was there anything else you wished to say?”

“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.”

“But how do you know?” asked the Doctor.

“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
HER 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…. Good-by!
We are now going to look for a good place to live on this island.”

“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

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

“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!”

“Why, these are the Canary Islands,” said Dab-Dab. “Don’t you hear the
canaries singing?”

The Doctor stopped and listened.

“Why, to be sure—of course!” he said. “How stupid of me! I wonder if
they can tell us where to find water.”

And presently the canaries, who had heard all 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

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 sugarcane.

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.

“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.”

“That’s a good idea,” said the Doctor—”splendid!”

And he called his animals together at once, said Good-by to the canaries
and ran down to the beach.

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.

So John Dolittle told his animals to walk very softly and they all crept on
to the pirate-ship.


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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

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.

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.

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,
“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.”

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,

“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.”

“What, until to-morrow night!” said the Doctor. “Well, I’ll do my best….
Let me see— What shall I talk about?”

“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 bitten a real pirate. Let ’em come. We can
fight them.”

“But they have pistols and swords,” said the Doctor. “No, that would never
do. I must talk to him…. Look here, Ben Ali—”

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?”

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.

But presently something seemed to go wrong with the pirates; they
stopped laughing and cracking jokes; they looked puzzled; something was
making them uneasy.

Then Ben Ali, staring down at his feet, suddenly bellowed out,
“Thunder and Lightning!—Men, THE BOAT’S LEAKING!”
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,

“But surely if this old boat were sinking we should see the rats leaving it.”
And Jip shouted across from the other ship,

“You great duffers, there are no rats there to leave! They left two hours
ago! ‘Ha, ha,’ to you, ‘my fine friends!'”

But of course the men did not understand him. 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 and 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.

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

Then suddenly they all cried out in great fear,

“THE SHARKS! The sharks are coming! Let us get on to the ship before

they eat us! Help, help!—The sharks! The sharks!”

And now the Doctor could see, all over the bay, the backs of big fishes
swimming swiftly through the water.

And one great shark came near to the ship, and poking his nose out of the
water he said to the Doctor,

“Are you John Dolittle, the famous animal-doctor?”

“Yes,” said Doctor Dolittle. “That is my name.”

“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.”

“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.”

So the shark went off and chased Ben Ali over to the Doctor.

“Listen, Ben Ali,” said John Dolittle, leaning over the side. “You have
been a very bad man; and I understand that you have killed 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 well let you go in safety.”

“What must I do?” asked the pirate, looking down sideways at the big
shark who was smelling his leg under the water.

“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

“But what shall I do then?” asked Ben Ali. “How shall I live?”

“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

The Barbary Dragon turned pale with anger. “GROW BIRD-SEED!” he
groaned in disgust. “Can’t I be a sailor?”

“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 sea. For the

rest of your life you must be la peaceful farmer. The shark is waiting. Do
not waste any more of his time. Make up your mind.”

“Thunder and Lightning!” Ben Ali muttered—”BIRD-SEED!” Then he
looked down into the water again and saw the great fish smelling his other

“Very well,” he said sadly. “We’ll be farmers.”

“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.”

Then the Doctor turned to the big shark, and waving his hand he said,
“All right. Let them swim safely to the land.”


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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.

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.

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.

“Doctor!” she cried. “This ship of the pirates 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.”

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 drawers and lockers—in the big chests in the ship’s dining-
room; they looked everywhere.

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 turquoise 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.

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.

While they were standing around, wondering what they should do, the
owl, Too-Too, suddenly said,

“Sh!—Listen!—I do believe there’s some one in there!”

They all kept still a moment. Then the Doctor said,

“You must be mistaken, Too-Too. I don’t hear anything.”

“I’m sure of it,” said the owl. “Sh!—There it is again—Don’t you hear

“No, I do not,” said the Doctor. “What kind of a sound is it?”

“I hear the noise of some one putting his hand in his pocket,” said the owl.

“But that makes hardly any sound at all,” said the Doctor. “You couldn’t
hear that out here.”

“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 SOME 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.”

“Well, well!” said the Doctor. “You surprise me. That’s very interesting….
Listen again and tell me what he’s doing now.”

“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.”

So the Doctor lifted the owl up and held him close to the lock of the door.
After a moment Too-Too said,

“Now he’s rubbing his face with his left hand. It is a small hand and a
small face. It MIGHT be a woman—No. Now he pushes his hair back off
his forehead—It’s a man all right.”

“Women sometimes do that,” said the Doctor.

“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.”

Too-Too leaned down and listened again very hard and long.

At last he looked up into the Doctor’s face and said,

“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.”

“How do you know it wasn’t a drop of water falling off the ceiling on
him?” asked Gub-Gub. “Pshaw!—Such ignorance!” sniffed Too-Too. “A
drop of water falling off the ceiling would have made ten times as much

“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


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RIGHT away an axe was found. And the Doctor soon chopped a hole in
the door big enough to clamber through.

At first he could see nothing at all, it was so dark inside. So he struck a

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.

“I declare, it is the pirates’ rum-room!” said Jip in a whisper.

“Yes. Very rum!” said Gub-Gub. “The smell makes me giddy.”

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.

“You aren’t one of the pirates, are you?” he asked.

And when the Doctor threw back his head and laughed long and loud, the
little boy smiled too and came and took his hand.

“You laugh like a friend,” he said—”not like a pirate. Could you tell me
where my uncle is?”

“I am afraid I can’t,” said the Doctor. “When did you see him last?”

“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 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.”

And the little boy began to cry again.

“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 KNOW 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.”

All the animals had been standing around listening with great curiosity.

And when they had gone into the ship’s dining-room and were having tea,
Dab-Dab came up behind the Doctor’s chair and whispered.

“Ask the porpoises if the boy’s uncle was drowned—they’ll know.”

“All right,” said the Doctor, taking a second piece of bread-and-jam.

“What are those funny, clicking noises you are making with your tongue?”
asked the boy.

“Oh, I just said a couple of words in duck-language,” the Doctor
answered. “This is Dab-Dab, one of my pets.”

“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?”

“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?”

“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, 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?”

“Well, we are going to try very hard,” said the Doctor. “Now what was
your uncle like to look at?”

“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 The Saucy Sally—
a cutter-rigged sloop.”

“What’s ‘cutterigsloop’?” whispered Gub-Gub, turning to Jip.

“Sh!—That’s the kind of a ship the man had,” said Jip. “Keep still, can’t

“Oh,” said the pig, “is that all? I thought it was something to drink.”

So the Doctor left the boy to play with the animals in the dining-room, and
went upstairs to look for passing porpoises.

And soon a whole school came dancing and jumping through the water, on
their way to Brazil.

When they saw the Doctor leaning on the rail of his ship, they came over
to see how he was getting on.

And the Doctor asked them if they had seen anything of a man with red
hair and an anchor tattooed on his arm.

“Do you mean the master of The Saucy Sally?” asked the porpoises.

“Yes,” said the Doctor. “That’s the man. Has he been drowned?”

“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.”

“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

“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 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.”

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.


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“YOUR uncle must now be FOUND,” said the Doctor—”that is the next
thing—now that we know he wasn’t thrown into the sea.”

Then Dab-Dab came up to him again and whispered,

“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.”

So the Doctor sent one of the swallows off to get some eagles.

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, 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

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.

And the Doctor said to the eagles,

“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.”

Eagles do not talk very much. And all they answered in their husky voices

“You may be sure that we will do our best—for John Dolittle.”

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 and West, looking
like tiny grains of black sand creeping across the wide, blue sky.

“My gracious!” said Gub-Gub in a hushed voice. “What a height! I wonder
they don’t scorch their feathers—so near the sun!”

They were gone a long time. And when they came back it was almost
And the eagles said to the Doctor,
“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
wheel-barrow 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 WE could not see him,
then he is not to be seen…. For John Dolittle—we have done our best.”
Then the six great birds flapped their big wings and flew back to their
homes in the mountains and the rocks.
“Well,” said Dab-Dab, after they had gone, “what are we going to do now?
The boy’s uncle MUST 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!”
“If we only had Polynesia with us,” said the white mouse. “SHE 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!”
“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 ISN’T—we want to know
where he IS.”
“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.”
“Couldn’t I?” said the dog. “That’s all you know, you stupid piece of warm
bacon! I haven’t begun to try yet, have I? You wait and see!”

Then Jip went to the Doctor and said,

“Ask the boy if he has anything in his pockets that belonged to his uncle,
will you, please?”

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.

Jip smelt the ring and said,

“That’s no good. Ask him if he has anything else that belonged to his

Then the boy took from his pocket a great, big red handkerchief and said,
“This was my uncle’s too.”

As soon as the boy pulled it out, Jip shouted,

“SNUFF, by Jingo!—Black Rappee snuff. Don’t you smell it? His uncle
took snuff— Ask him, Doctor.”

The Doctor questioned the boy again; and he said, “Yes. My uncle took a
lot of snuff.”

“Fine!” said Jip. “The man’s as good as 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.”

“But it is dark now,” said the Doctor. “You can’t find him in the dark!”

“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 SNUFF!—Tut, tut!”
“Does hot water have a smell?” asked the Doctor.

“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-distance smelling. It mustn’t be too fierce a wind—and of course it
must blow the right way. A nice, steady, damp breeze is the best of all….
Ha!—This wind is from the North.”

Then Jip went up to the front of the ship and smelt the wind; and he started
muttering to himself,

“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—”
“Can you really smell all those different things in this one wind?” asked
the Doctor.

“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.”

Then the dog shut his eyes tight, poked his nose straight up in the air and
sniffed hard with his mouth half-open.

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 sounded
almost as though he were singing, sadly, in a dream.

“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—”
“Any parsnips?” asked Gub-Gub.

“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.”

“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.”

“Look here,” said Jip, getting really angry. “You’re going to get a bite on
the nose in a minute! 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!”

“Stop quarreling!” said the Doctor—”Stop it! Life’s too short. Tell me, Jip,
where do you think those smells are coming from?”

“From Devon and Wales—most of them,” said Jip—”The wind is coming
that way.”

“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.”

“So am I,” said Gub-Gub.


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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

Jip smelt the South wind for half an hour. Then he came to the Doctor,
shaking his head.

“I smell no snuff as yet,” he said. “We must wait till the wind changes to
the East.”

But even when the East wind came, at three o’clock that afternoon, the dog
could not catch the smell of snuff.

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,

“Tell him that when the wind changes to the West, I’ll find his uncle even
though he be in China—so long as he is still taking Black Rappee snuff.”

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.

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

“Doctor!” he cried. “I’ve got it! Doctor! 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!”

So the Doctor tumbled out of bed and went to the rudder to steer the ship.
“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!”

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

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,

“The boy’s uncle is starving. We must make the ship go as fast as we can
“How do you know he is starving?” asked the Doctor.

“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.”

“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

So the stout little birds came down and once more harnessed themselves to
the ship.

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.

And all the animals got tremendously excited; and they gave up looking at
Jip and turned to watch the sea in front, to spy out any land or islands
where the starving man might be.

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.

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.

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,

“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?”

And Jip called back,

“Yes. That’s it. That is where the man is.— At last, at last!”

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 great rock
was as smooth and as bare as the back of a tortoise.

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.

But not one living thing could they spy—not even a gull, nor a star-fish,
nor a shred of sea-weed.

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.

Then they all started calling, “Hulloa, there!—HULLOA!” till their voices
were hoarse. But only the echo came back from the rock.

And the little boy burst into tears and said,

“I am afraid I shall never see my uncle any more! What shall I tell them
when I get home!”

But Jip called to the Doctor,

“He must be there—he must—HE MUST! The smell goes on no further.
He must be there, I tell you! Sail the ship close to the rock and let me jump
out on it.”

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.

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.

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.

“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.”

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

The Doctor’s match soon went out; and he had to strike another and
another and another.

At last the passage came to an end; and the Doctor found himself in a kind
of tiny room with walls of rock.

And there, in the middle of the room, his head resting on his arms, lay a
man with very red hair—fast asleep!

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
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GENTLY then—very gently, the Doctor woke the man up.

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.

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.

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 there was no house on the rock to
keep him warm.

And then he said,

“For four days I have had nothing to eat or drink. I have lived on snuff.”
“There you are!” said Jip. “What did I tell you?”

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.

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.

And Jip was awfully proud of himself—though 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,

“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.”

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.

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.

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.

And she kissed the Doctor many times, so that he giggled and blushed like
a school-girl. And she tried to kiss Jip too; but he ran away and hid inside
the ship.

“It’s a silly business, this kissing,” he said. “I don’t hold by it. Let her go
and kiss Gub-Gub—if she MUST kiss something.”

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.

And all the little boys of the fishing-village went down to the beach and
pointed at the great ship anchored there, and said to one another in

“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, HE 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!”

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.

At last the Doctor said,

Then, just as the Doctor was about to leave, the Mayor of the town came
down the street 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.

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.
“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.”

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.

Then the Mayor pulled out of his pocket a still larger parcel and said,
“Where is the dog?”

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 dogs of the
country-side were standing round him speechless with admiration and

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.

For written on the collar in big letters were these words: “JIP-THE

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.


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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.

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

And the pushmi-pullyu would stay inside the wagon, while the other
animals would lie about 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.

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.

“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.”

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.

But so many people came flocking to the little wagon and paid the
sixpence to go inside and see the pushmi-pullyu that very soon the Doctor
was able to give up being a showman.

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.

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.

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.

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; 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.

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.

“Money,” he said, “is a terrible nuisance. But it’s nice not to have to

“Yes,” said Dab-Dab, who was toasting muffins for his tea, “it is indeed!”
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.

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

“I wonder what The Good Man’s doing now—over there, in the Land of
the White Men! Do you think he ever will come back?”

And Polynesia would squeak out from the vines,

“I think he will—I guess he will—I hope he will!”

And then the crocodile would grunt up at them from the black mud of the

“I’m SURE he will—Go to sleep!”


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