The Hunting of the Snark



THE Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow.
"If only youíd spoken before!
Itís excessively awkward to mention it now,
With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!"

"We should all of us grieve, as you well may believe,
If you never were met with again
But surely, my man, when the voyage began,
You might have suggested it then?"

"Itís excessively awkward to mention it now
As I think Iíve already remarked."
And the man they called "Hi!" replied, with a sigh,
"I informed you the day we embarked.

"You may charge me with murder- or want of sense
(We are all of us weak at times):
But the slightest approach to a false pretence
Was never among my crimes!"

"I said it in Hebrew- I said it in Dutch
I said it in German and Greek:
But I wholly forgot (and it vexes me much)
That English is what you speak!"

"íTis a pitiful tale," said the Bellman, whose face
Had grown longer at every word:
"But, now that youíve stated the whole of your case,
More debate would be simply absurd."

"The rest of my speech" (he exclaimed to his men)
You shall hear when Iíve leisure to speak it.
But the Snark is at hand, let me tell you again!
ĎTis your glorious duty, to seek it!"

"To seek it with thimbles, to seek it with care;
To pursue it with forks and hope;
To threaten its life with a railway-share;
To charm it with smiles and soap!"

To pursue it with forks and hope

"For the Snarkís a peculiar creature, that wonít
Be caught in a commonplace way.
Do all that you know, and try all that you donít:
Not a chance must be wasted to-day!

"For England expects- I forbear to proceed:
ĎTis a maxim tremendous, but trite:
And youíd best be unpacking the things that you need
To rig yourselves out for the fight."

Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes:
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair.
And shook the dust out of his coats:

The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No interest in the concern:

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly proceeded to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.

The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned
A novel arrangement of bows:
While the Billiard-marker with quivering hand
Was chalking the tip of his nose.

But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself fine,
With yellow kid gloves and a ruff
Said he felt it exactly like going to dine,
Which the Bellman declared was all "stuff."

"Introduce me, now thereís a good fellow," he said,
"If we happen to meet it together!"
And the Bellman, sagaciously nodding his head,
Said "That must depend on the weather."

The Beaver went simply galumphing about,
At seeing the Butcher so shy:
And even the Baker, though stupid and stout,
Made an effort to wink with one eye.

"Be a man!" cried the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
The Butcher beginning to sob.
"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that desperate bird,
We shall need all our strength for the job!"

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