Went bounding along on the tip of its tail,
For the
daylight was nearly past.
"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
neighboring 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
Then 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.
THE END