Fit the Third: The Baker’s Tale
- The Bellman’s Speech
- The Hunting of the Snark
- The Hunting
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- They roused him with muffins—they roused him with ice—
- They roused him with mustard and cress—
- They roused him with jam and judicious advice—
- They set him conundrums to guess.
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- When at length he sat up and was able to speak,
- His sad story he offered to tell;
- And the Bellman cried “Silence! Not even a shriek!”
- And excitedly tingled his bell.
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- There was silence supreme! Not a shriek, not a scream,
- Scarcely even a howl or a groan,
- As the man they called “Ho!” told his story of woe
- In an antediluvian tone.
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- “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!”
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- “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.
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- “A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was named)
- Remarked, when I bade him farewell—”
- “Oh, skip your dear uncle!” the Bellman exclaimed,
- As he angrily tingled his bell.
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- “He remarked 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.
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- “‘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 railway-share;
- You may charm it with smiles and soap—’”
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- (”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!”)
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- “‘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!’
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- “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!
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- “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!
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- “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:
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- “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!”
- The Bellman’s Speech
- The Hunting of the Snark
- The Hunting