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Updated: June 1, 2025
My own nose is nothing to speak of, good enough as noses go but I think I inherited from my father something of the power of enjoyment he had from that sense, though I can never hope to become the accomplished smeller he was.
Indeed, I think a good smeller will enjoy its most refined intensity. It approaches the sublime, and makes the nose tingle. It is tonic and bracing, and, I can readily believe, has rare medicinal qualities. I do not recommend its use as eyewater, though an old farmer assures me it has undoubted virtues when thus applied.
"Why?" asked Beaton, briefly. "Well, I don't know as there's going to be any Christmas number." "Why?" Beaton asked again. "Row between the financial angel and the literary editor about the chief translator and polyglot smeller." "Lindau?" "Lindau is his name." "What does the literary editor expect after Lindau's expression of his views last night?"
You see, his name is S. Mellar, and if you say it quickly it sounds like 'Smeller. So we call him 'Stinker. It was a kid called Lane thought of it. Pretty smart eh? Oh, he's a clever chap, I can tell you," yelled Gerald, with sincere enthusiasm. "He must be a youth of gigantic intellect," I said. "Oh, come off the roof!
Well, smart doggie, put on your sharpest smeller an' help to track him whichever way he went. You smell an' I'll look, an' 'twixt us we'll hunt him quick's-a-wink. Goin' to find grandpa, Bo'sn Beck! Come along an' find grandpa!" Up sprang the terrier, all his dejection gone, and leaped and barked as joyfully as if he fully understood what she had said.
His little nose was quite white where he had pressed it white because he had kept nearly all the blood from flowing into it. But soon his little "smeller," as sometimes Bunny's father called his nose, began to get red again. Bunny began to rub it. "What you doing?" Sue wanted to know, thinking her brother might not be playing fair in this little game. "I'm rubbing my nose," Bunny answered.
What a wonderful seer, hearer, smeller, taster, feeler, he must have been and how, all the time, his mind must have played upon the gatherings of his senses!
In his roll down the stairs, he had lost some of the candy, so that now his mouth and nose were free, though he was minus a tooth and several of his long smeller whiskers. Now he began to howl as if being killed.
"Why?" asked Beaton, briefly. "Well, I don't know as there's going to be any Christmas number." "Why?" Beaton asked again. "Row between the financial angel and the literary editor about the chief translator and polyglot smeller." "Lindau?" "Lindau is his name." "What does the literary editor expect after Lindau's expression of his views last night?"
"Didn't you give that there nigger a smeller just now?" "What!" cried the doctor, sharply. "Got in a temper with one of 'em for trying to steal more'n his share o' 'bacco, sir, and give him two, one in the mouth and one in the cheek. Stop a moment; let's tell the truth if I die for it. Warn't one o' them cracks on the nose, sir?" "Oh, I don't know," said Carey, hurriedly.
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