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About the Author
John Dolittle is a kind and generous country doctor who loves animals — a fact made quite apparent by the "goldfish in the pond at the bottom of his garden . . . rabbits in the pantry, white mice in his piano, a squirrel in the linen closet, and a hedgehog in the cellar." In fact, he likes them so much that he decides to quit his regular practice and become an animal doctor.
Determined to help all creatures in need of medical aid, Doctor Dolittle travels to Africa after learning about a serious illness there among the primate population. He leaves for the continent, accompanied by some of his devoted friends and joined by new acquaintances — among them the extraordinary pushmi-pullyu, a creature sporting a head at both ends of its body; Polynesia, the parrot; Too-Too, the owl; the monkey Chee-Chee; and Jip, the dog.
Hugh Lofting's entertaining classic about the eccentric doctor who could speak to animals has charmed readers of all ages since it was first published in 1920. This volume, newly reset in easy-to-read type and delightfully enhanced with 29 of the author's original illustrations, includes all the remarkable adventures undertaken by the immensely lovable doctor. Adults, children, and fans of timeless animal stories will welcome this new edition of an old favorite.
Read an Excerpt
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 Puddle by- 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 goldfish 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 horsetwenty-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 anymore, 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 againno 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 Christmastime, when he used to give the Doctor sixpence for a bottle of medicine.
Sixpence a year wasn't enough to live oneven 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 nowhe 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.
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 stomachache.
"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 catswhy, 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 wonderfulthat's all can be saidwonderful. 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."
"Ohl, 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.
Table of Contents
|III||More Money Troubles||10|
|IV||A Message from Africa||14|
|V||The Great Journey||19|
|VI||Polynesia and the King||24|
|VII||The Bridge of Apes||27|
|VIII||The Leader of the Lions||32|
|IX||The Monkeys' Council||36|
|X||The Rarest Animal of All||39|
|XI||Red Sails and Blue Wings||45|
|XII||The Rats' Warning||48|
|XIII||The Barbary Dragon||52|
|XIV||Too-Too, the Listener||56|
|XV||The Ocean Gossips||59|
|XVIII||The Fisherman's Town||71|