the voyages of doctor dolittle by hugh lofting

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.

At night they slept in tents made of palm leaves, on thick, soft beds of dried grass. They even got the Doctor some tobacco one day, when he had finished what he had brought with him and wanted to smoke. 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 '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 When at last he began to speak, it sounded almost as though he were singing, sadly, in a dream. Then the dog shut his eyes tight, poked his nose straight up in the air and sniffed hard with his mouth half-open.įor a long time he said nothing. Wait now, and I'll tell you some of the harder scents that are coming on this wind-a few of the dainty ones.' Any mongrel could smell those with a cold in the head. 'And those are only a few of the easy smells-the strong ones. 'Can you really smell all those different things in this one wind?' asked the Doctor. '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-' “Then Jip went up to the front of the ship and smelt the wind and he started muttering to himself,

The voyages of doctor dolittle by hugh lofting