"Who is John Dolittle?" I asked. "Is he a vet?"

"No," said the mussel-man. "He's no vet. Doctor Dolittle is a
nacheralist."

"What's a nacheralist?"

"A nacheralist," said Joe, putting away his glasses and starting
to fill his pipe, "is a man who knows all about animals and
butterflies and plants and rocks an' all. John Dolittle is a
very great nacheralist. I'm surprised you never heard of him--and
you daft over animals. He knows a whole lot about shellfish--that
I know from my own knowledge. He's a quiet man and don't talk
much; but there's folks who do say he's the greatest nacheralist
in the world."

"Where does he live?" I asked.

"Over on the Oxenthorpe Road, t'other side the town. Don't know
just which house it is, but 'most anyone 'cross there could tell
you, I reckon. Go and see him. He's a great man."

So I thanked the mussel-man, took up my squirrel again and
started oft towards the Oxenthorpe Road.

The first thing I heard as I came into the marketplace was some
one calling "Meat! M-E-A-T!"

"There's Matthew Mugg," I said to myself. "He'll know where this