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THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK
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He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned
white
—
A wonderful thing to be seen!
To the horror of all who were present that day,
He uprose in full evening dress,
And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say
What his tongue could no longer express.
Down he sank in a chair—ran his hands through his
hair
—
And chanted in mimsiest tones
Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity.
While he rattled a couple of bones.
"Leave him here to his fate—it is getting so late!"
The Bellman exclaimed in a fright.
*We have lost half the day. Any further delay.
And we sha'n't catch a Snark before night!"
Fit the Eighth
The Vanishing
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
They shuddered to think that the chase might fail,
And the Beaver, excited at last.
Went bounding along on the tip of its tail.
For the daylight was nearly past.

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VERSE
"There is Thingumbob shouting!" the Bellman said.
"He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has certainly found a Snark!"
They gazed in delight, while the Butcher exclaimed
"He was always a desperate wag!"
They beheld him—their Baker—their hero unnamed
—
On the top of a neighbouring crag,
Erect and sublime, for one moment of time,
In the next, that wild figure they saw
(As if stung by a spasm) plunge into a chasm,
While they waited and listened in awe.
"It's a Snark!" was the sound that first came to their ears.
And seemed almost too good to be true.
Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers:
Then the ominous words "It's a Boo
Then, silence. Some fancied they heard in the air
A weary and wandering sigh
That sounded like
jum!" but the others declare
It was only a breeze that went by.
They hunted till darkness came on, but they found
Not a button, or feather, or mark.
By which they could tell that they stood on the ground
Where the Baker had met with the Snark.
In the midst of the word he was trying to say.
In the midst of his laughter and glee.
He had softly and suddenly vanished away
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.​

"How are you feeling", "How are you feeling", "How are you feeling" ...​asked the roving eye and the roving eye and the roving eye... From a different plane (geometric not the air one) Another camera could see what appeared to be stamens of another colour turned upside down. No! Closely examined they turned out to be bulbuous microphones of reporters. The object(mummy...the egyptian kind) for some strange reason remembered the footwear of the thugs  that kicked it in. It  emanated "*!#*** U". The mikes construed "Fine thank you".  Mercifully, ​

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