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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Lewis Carroll 1832–98

From “The Hunting of the Snark”

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THEY rous’d him with muffins—they rous’d him with ice—

They rous’d him with mustard and cress—

They rous’d him with jam and judicious advice—

They set him conundrums to guess.

When at length he sat up and was able to speak,

His sad story he offer’d to tell;

And the Bellman cried “Silence! Not even a shriek!”

And excitedly tingled his bell.

There was silence supreme! Not a shriek, not a scream,

Scarcely even a howl or a groan,

As the man they call’d “Ho!” told his story of woe

In an antediluvian tone.

“My father and mother were honest, though poor—”

“Skip all that!” cried the Bellman in haste.

“If it once becomes dark, there ’s no chance of a Snark—

We have hardly a minute to waste!”

“I skip forty years,” said the Baker, in tears,

“And proceed without further remark

To the day when you took me aboard of your ship

To help you in hunting the Snark.

“A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was nam’d)

Remark’d, when I bade him farewell—”

“Oh, skip your dear uncle!” the Bellman exclaim’d,

As he angrily tingled his bell.

“He remark’d to me then,” said that mildest of men,

“If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:

Fetch it home by all means—you may serve it with greens,

And it ’s handy for striking a light.

“‘You may seek it with thimbles—and seek it with care;

You may hunt it with forks and hope;

You may threaten its life with a railwayshare;

You may charm it with smiles and soap—’”

(“That ’s exactly the method,” the Bellman bold

In a hasty parenthesis cried,

“That ’s exactly the way I have always been told

That the capture of Snarks should be tried!”)

“‘But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,

If your Snark be a Boojum! For then

You will softly and suddenly vanish away,

And never be met with again!’

“It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul,

When I think of my uncle’s last words:

And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl

Brimming over with quivering curds!

“It is this, it is this—” “We have had that before!”

The Bellman indignantly said.

And the Baker replied, “Let me say it once more.

It is this, it is this that I dread!

“I engage with the Snark—every night after dark—

In a dreamy, delirious fight:

I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes,

And I use it for striking a light:

“But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day,

In a moment (of this I am sure),

I shall softly and suddenly vanish away—

And the notion I cannot endure!”