Hugh Lofting

The Story of Doctor Dolittle

Warsaw 2018

Contents

THE FIRST CHAPTER PUDDLEBY

THE SECOND CHAPTER ANIMAL LANGUAGE

THE THIRD CHAPTER MORE MONEY TROUBLES

THE FOURTH CHAPTER A MESSAGE FROM AFRICA

THE FIFTH CHAPTER THE GREAT JOURNEY

THE SIXTH CHAPTER POLYNESIA AND THE KING

THE SEVENTH CHAPTER THE BRIDGE OF APES

THE EIGHTH CHAPTER THE LEADER OF THE LIONS

THE NINTH CHAPTER THE MONKEYS’ COUNCIL

THE TENTH CHAPTER THE RAREST ANIMAL OF ALL

THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER THE BLACK PRINCE

THE TWELFTH CHAPTER MEDICINE AND MAGIC

THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER RED SAILS AND BLUE WINGS

THE FOURTEENTH CHAPTER THE RATS’ WARNING

THE FIFTEENTH CHAPTER THE BARBARY DRAGON

THE SIXTEENTH CHAPTER TOO-TOO, THE LISTENER

THE SEVENTEENTH CHAPTER THE OCEAN GOSSIPS

THE EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER SMELLS

THE NINETEENTH CHAPTER THE ROCK

THE TWENTIETH CHAPTER THE FISHERMAN’S TOWN

THE LAST CHAPTER HOME AGAIN

THE FIRST CHAPTER. PUDDLEBY

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 Too-Too.

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.

“And she never came to see him any more”

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.

THE SECOND CHAPTER. ANIMAL LANGUAGE

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 listen.

“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 right.”

“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,

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