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Updated: June 10, 2025
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 island.
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!"
If this slab falls on anybody, it will squash him flatter than a pancake." Presently there was a grating, grinding sound. "Look out!" yelled John Dolittle, "here she comes! Scatter!" We ran for our lives, outwards, toward the sides. The big rock slid gently down, about a foot, into the trough which we had made beneath it.
But the classes in astronomy, farming science, the proper care of babies, with a host of other subjects, the Doctor had to teach himself. The rest of his day was more than filled with road-making, building water-mills, attending the sick and a million other things. In spite of his being so unwilling to become a king, John Dolittle made a very good one once he got started.
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.
Faster and faster the top swung forward, downward. Then, with a roaring crash which shook the whole mountain-range beneath our feet, it struck the earth and cracked in halves. How can I describe to any one that first meeting between the two greatest naturalists the world ever knew, Long Arrow, the son of Golden Arrow and John Dolittle, M.D., of Puddleby-on-the-Marsh?
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.
What think you, gentle reader, of Solomon Sly, Reynard Fox, and Hiram Dolittle and Prudence Fidget; all veritable names, and belonging to substantial yeomen? After Ammon and Ichabod, I should not be at all surprised to meet with Judas Iscariot, Pilate, and Herod. And then the female appellations! But the subject is a delicate one and I will forbear to touch upon it.
ALL that I have written so far about Doctor Dolittle I heard long after it happened from those who had known him indeed a great deal of it took place before I was born. But I now come to set down that part of the great man's life which I myself saw and took part in. Many years ago the Doctor gave me permission to do this.
At last we heard some one trundling on the stairs again and the Doctor said, "Ah, here's Bumpo with the maps at last!" But to our great astonishment it was not Bumpo alone that appeared but THREE people. "Good Lord deliver us! Who are these?" cried John Dolittle. "Two more stowaways, Sir," said Bumpo stepping forward briskly. "I found them in your cabin hiding under the bunk.
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