e, lace-curtains hanging out to dry; and foxes--hundreds of
'em--cubs; and--"

"Can you really smell all those different things in this one wind?"
asked the Doctor.

"Why, of course!" said Jip. "And those are only a few of the easy
smells--the strong ones. Any mongrel could smell those with a cold in
the head. Wait now, and I'll tell you some of the harder scents that
are coming on this wind--a few of the dainty ones."

Then the dog shut his eyes tight, poked his nose straight up in the air
and sniffed hard with his mouth half-open.

For a long time he said nothing. He kept as still as a stone. He
hardly seemed to be breathing at all. When at last he began to speak,
it sounded almost as though he were singing, sadly, in a dream.

"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
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
through the rotting leaves; and--and--and--"

"Any parsnips?" asked Gub-Gub.

"No," said Jip. "You always think of things to eat. No parsnips
whatever. And no snuff--plenty of pipes and cigarettes, and a few
cigars. But no snuff. We must wait till the wind changes to the South."

"Yes, it's a poor wind, that," said Gub-Gub. "I think you're a fake,
Jip. Who ever heard of finding a man in the middle of the ocean just
by smell! I told you you couldn't do it."

"Look here," said Jip, getting really angry. "You're going to get a
bite on the nose in a minute! You needn't think that just because the
Doctor won't let us give you what you deserve, that you can be as
cheeky as you like!"

"Stop quarreling!" said the Doctor--"Stop it! Life's too short. Tell
me, Jip, where do you think those smells are coming from?"

"From Devon and Wales--most of them," said Jip--"The wind is coming
that way."

"Well, well!" said the Doctor. "You know that's really quite
remarkable--quite. I must make a note of that for my new book. I
wonder if you could train me to smell as well as that.... But
no--perhaps I'm better off the way I am. 'Enough is as good as a
feast,' they say. Let's go down to supper. I'm quite hungry."

"So am I," said Gub-Gub.

THE NINETEENTH CHAPTER

THE ROCK

UP they got, early nex