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| ISBN-13: | 9786257120081 |
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| Publisher: | E-Kitap Projesi & Cheapest Books |
| Publication date: | 12/17/2023 |
| Sold by: | Bookwire |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 400 |
| File size: | 4 MB |
| Age Range: | 4 - 11 Years |
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Part One
The First Chapter
The Cobbler's Son
My name was Tommy Stubbins, son of Jacob Stubbins, the cobbler of Puddleby-on-the-Marsh; and I was nine and a half years old. At that time Puddleby was only quite a small town. A river ran through the middle of it; and over this river there was a very old stone bridge, called Kingsbridge, which led you from the marketplace on one side to the churchyard on the other.
Sailing ships came up this river from the sea and anchored near the bridge. I used to go down and watch the sailors unloading the ships upon the river wall. The sailors sang strange songs as they pulled upon the ropes; and I learned these songs by heart. And I would sit on the river wall with my feet dangling over the water and sing with the men, pretending to myself that I too was a sailor.
For I longed always to sail away with those brave ships when they turned their backs on Puddleby Church and went creeping down the river again, across the wide lonely marshes to the sea. I longed to go with them out into the world to seek my fortune in foreign lands -- Africa, India, China and Peru! When they got round the bend in the river and the water was hidden from view, you could still see their huge brown sails towering over the roofs of the town, moving onward slowly -- like some gentle giants that walked among the houses without noise. What strange things would they have seen, I wondered, when next they came back to anchor at Kingsbridge! And, dreaming of the lands I had never seen, I'd sit on there, watching till they were out of sight.
Three great friends I had in Puddleby in those days. One wasJoe, the mussel-man, who lived in a tiny hut by the edge of the water under the bridge. This old man was simply marvelous at making things. I never saw a man so clever with his hands. He used to mend my toy ships for me which I sailed upon the river; he built windmills out of packing cases and barrel staves; and he could make the most wonderful kites from old umbrellas.
Joe would sometimes take me in his mussel boat, and when the tide was running out we would paddle down the river as far as the edge of the sea to get mussels and lobsters to sell. And out there on the cold lonely marshes we would see wild geese flying, and curlews and redshanks and many other kinds of seabirds that live among the samfire and the long grass of the great salt fen. And as we crept up the river in the evening, when the tide had turned, we would see the lights on Kingsbridge twinkle in the dusk, reminding us of teatime and warm fires.
Another friend I had was Matthew Mugg, the Cat's-meat-Man. He was a funny old person with a bad squint. He looked rather awful but he was really quite nice to talk to. He knew everybody in Puddleby; and he knew all the dogs and all the cats. In those times being a Cat's-meat-Man was a regular business. And you could see one nearly any day going through the streets with a wooden tray full of pieces of meat stuck on skewers crying, "Meat! M-E-A-T!" People paid him to give this meat to their cats and dogs instead of feeding them on dog biscuits or the scraps from the table.
I enjoyed going round with old Matthew and seeing the cats and dogs come running to the garden gates whenever they heard his call. Sometimes he let me give the meat to the animals myself; and I thought this was great fun. He knew a lot about dogs and he would tell me the names of the different kinds as we went through the town. He had several dogs of his own; one, a whippet, was a very fast runner, and Matthew used to win prizes with her at the Saturday coursing races; another, a terrier, was a fine ratter. The Cat's-meat-Man used to make a business of rat-catching for the millers and farmers as well as his other trade of selling cat's-meat.
My third great friend was Luke the Hermit. But of him I will tell you more later on.
I did not go to school, because my father was not rich enough to send me. But I was extremely fond of animals. So I used to spend my time collecting birds' eggs and butterflies, fishing in the river, rambling through the countryside after blackberries and mushrooms and helping the mussel-man mend his nets.
Yes, it was a very pleasant life I lived in those days long ago -- though of course I did not think so then. I was nine and a half years old; and, like all boys, I wanted to grow up -- not knowing how well off I was with no cares and nothing to worry me. Always I longed for the time when I should be allowed to leave my father's house, to take passage in one of those brave ships, to sail down the river through the misty marshes to the sea-out into the world to seek my fortune.
The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle. Copyright © by Hugh Lofting. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.Table of Contents
About the Book & Author
PROLOGUE
PART I
THE FIRST CHAPTER
THE COBBLER'S SON
THE SECOND CHAPTER
I HEAR OF THE GREAT NATURALIST
THE THIRD CHAPTER
THE DOCTOR'S HOME
THE FOURTH CHAPTER
THE WIFF-WAFF
THE FIFTH CHAPTER
POLYNESIA
THE SIXTH CHAPTER
THE WOUNDED SQUIRREL
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER
SHELLFISH TALK
THE EIGHTH CHAPTER
ARE YOU A GOOD NOTICER?
THE NINTH CHAPTER
THE GARDEN OF DREAMS
THE TENTH CHAPTER
THE PRIVATE ZOO
THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER
MY SCHOOLMASTER, POLYNESIA
THE TWELFTH CHAPTER
MY GREAT IDEA
THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER
A TRAVELER ARRIVES
THE FOURTEENTH CHAPTER
CHEE-CHEE'S VOYAGE
THE FIFTEENTH CHAPTER
I BECOME A DOCTOR'S ASSISTANT
PART TWO
THE FIRST CHAPTER
THE CREW OF "THE CURLEW"
THE SECOND CHAPTER
LUKE THE HERMIT
THE THIRD CHAPTER
JIP AND THE SECRET
THE FOURTH CHAPTER
BOB
THE FIFTH CHAPTER
MENDOZA
THE SIXTH CHAPTER
THE JUDGE'S DOG
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER
THE END OF THE MYSTERY
THE EIGHTH CHAPTER
THREE CHEERS
THE NINTH CHAPTER
THE PURPLE BIRD-OF-PARADISE
THE TENTH CHAPTER
LONG ARROW, THE SON OF GOLDEN ARROW
THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER
BLIND TRAVEL
THE TWELFTH CHAPTER
DESTINY AND DESTINATION
PART THREE
THE FIRST CHAPTER
THE THIRD MAN
THE SECOND CHAPTER
GOOD-BYE!
THE THIRD CHAPTER
OUR TROUBLES BEGIN
THE FOURTH CHAPTER
OUR TROUBLES CONTINUE
THE FIFTH CHAPTER
POLYNESIA HAS A PLAN
THE SIXTH CHAPTER
THE BED-MAKER OF MONTEVERDE
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER
THE DOCTOR'S WAGER
THE EIGHTH CHAPTER
THE GREAT BULLFIGHT
THE NINTH CHAPTER
WE DEPART IN A HURRY
PART FOUR
THE FIRST CHAPTER
SHELLFISH LANGUAGES AGAIN
THE SECOND CHAPTER
THE FIDGIT'S STORY
THE THIRD CHAPTER
BAD WEATHER
THE FOURTH CHAPTER
WRECKED!
THE FIFTH CHAPTER
LAND!
THE SIXTH CHAPTER
THE JABIZRI
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER
HAWK'S-HEAD MOUNTAIN
PART FIVE
THE FIRST CHAPTER
A GREAT MOMENT
THE SECOND CHAPTER
"THE MEN OF THE MOVING LAND"
THE THIRD CHAPTER
FIRE
THE FOURTH CHAPTER
WHAT MAKES AN ISLAND FLOAT
THE FIFTH CHAPTER
WAR!
THE SIXTH CHAPTER
GENERAL POLYNESIA
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER
THE PEACE OF THE PARROTS
THE EIGHTH CHAPTER
THE HANGING STONE
THE NINTH CHAPTER
THE ELECTION
THE TENTH CHAPTER
THE CORONATION OF KING JONG
PART SIX
THE FIRST CHAPTER
NEW POPSIPETEL
THE SECOND CHAPTER
THOUGHTS OF HOME
THE THIRD CHAPTER
THE RED MAN'S SCIENCE
THE FOURTH CHAPTER
THE SEA-SERPENT
THE FIFTH CHAPTER
THE SHELLFISH RIDDLE SOLVED AT LAST
THE SIXTH CHAPTER
THE LAST CABINET MEETING
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER
THE DOCTOR'S DECISION