Author: | Hugh Lofting | ISBN: | 1230002177878 |
Publisher: | eBooks | Publication: | February 25, 2018 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | Hugh Lofting |
ISBN: | 1230002177878 |
Publisher: | eBooks |
Publication: | February 25, 2018 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
“One morning in the first week of the return voyage when John Dolittle and his animals were all sitting at breakfast round the big table in the cabin, one of the swallows came down and said that he wanted to speak to the Doctor.
John Dolittle at once left the table and went out into the passage where he found the swallow–leader himself, a very neat, trim, little bird with long, long wings and sharp, snappy, black eyes. Speedy–the–Skimmer he was called—a name truly famous throughout the whole of the feathered world. He was the champion flycatcher and aerial acrobat of Europe, Africa, Asia, and America. For years every summer he had won all the flying races, having broken his own record only last year by crossing the Atlantic in eleven and a half hours—at a speed of over two hundred miles an hour.
"Well, Speedy," said John Dolittle. "What is it?"
"Doctor," said the little bird in a mysterious whisper, "we have sighted a canoe about a mile ahead of the ship and a little to the eastward, with only a black woman in it. She is weeping bitterly and isn't paddling the[…]”
Excerpt From: Hugh Lofting. “Doctor Dolittle's Post Office.” iBooks.
“One morning in the first week of the return voyage when John Dolittle and his animals were all sitting at breakfast round the big table in the cabin, one of the swallows came down and said that he wanted to speak to the Doctor.
John Dolittle at once left the table and went out into the passage where he found the swallow–leader himself, a very neat, trim, little bird with long, long wings and sharp, snappy, black eyes. Speedy–the–Skimmer he was called—a name truly famous throughout the whole of the feathered world. He was the champion flycatcher and aerial acrobat of Europe, Africa, Asia, and America. For years every summer he had won all the flying races, having broken his own record only last year by crossing the Atlantic in eleven and a half hours—at a speed of over two hundred miles an hour.
"Well, Speedy," said John Dolittle. "What is it?"
"Doctor," said the little bird in a mysterious whisper, "we have sighted a canoe about a mile ahead of the ship and a little to the eastward, with only a black woman in it. She is weeping bitterly and isn't paddling the[…]”
Excerpt From: Hugh Lofting. “Doctor Dolittle's Post Office.” iBooks.