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Poem by Lewis Carroll


The Hunting of the Snark. Fit the Second. The Bellmans Speech


The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies   
  	Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! 
Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise, 
  	The moment one looked in his face! 

He had bought a large map representing the sea, 
  	Without the least vestige of land: 
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be 
  	A map they could all understand. 

Whats the good of Mercators North Poles and Equators, 
  	Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines? 
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply 
   	They are merely conventional signs! 

Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes! 
  	But weve got our brave Captain to thank 
(So the crew would protest) that hes bought us the best   
  	A perfect and absolute blank! 

This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out 
  	That the Captain they trusted so well 
Had only one notion for crossing the ocean, 
  	And that was to tingle his bell. 

He was thoughtful and grave  but the orders he gave 
  	Were enough to bewilder a crew. 
When he cried Steer to starboard, but keep her head larboard! 
  	What on earth was the helmsman to do? 

Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes: 
  	A thing, as the Bellman remarked, 
That frequently happens in tropical climes, 
  	When a vessel is, so to speak, snarked. 

But the principal failing occurred in the sailing, 
   	And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed, 
Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East, 
  	That the ship would not travel due West! 

But the danger was past  they had landed at last, 
  	With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags: 
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view, 
  	Which consisted to chasms and crags. 

The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low, 
  	And repeated in musical tone 
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe   
  	But the crew would do nothing but groan. 

He served out some grog with a liberal hand, 
  	And bade them sit down on the beach: 
And they could not but own that their Captain looked grand, 
  	As he stood and delivered his speech. 

Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears! 
  	(They were all of them fond of quotations: 
So they drank to his health, and they gave him three cheers, 
  	While he served out additional rations). 

We have sailed many months, we have sailed many weeks, 
   	(Four weeks to the month you may mark), 
But never as yet (tis your Captain who speaks) 
  	Have we caught the least glimpse of a Snark! 

We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, 
  	(Seven days to the week I allow), 
But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze, 
  	We have never beheld till now! 

Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again 
  	The five unmistakable marks 
By which you may know, wheresoever you go, 
  	The warranted genuine Snarks. 

Let us take them in order. The first is the taste, 
  	Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp: 
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist, 
  	With a flavour of Will-o-the-wisp. 

Its habit of getting up late youll agree 
  	That it carries too far, when I say 
That it frequently breakfasts at five-oclock tea, 
  	And dines on the following day. 

The third is its slowness in taking a jest. 
  	Should you happen to venture on one, 
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed: 
  	And it always looks grave at a pun. 

The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines, 
  	Which is constantly carries about, 
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes   
  	A sentiment open to doubt. 

The fifth is ambition. It next will be right 
  	To describe each particular batch: 
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite, 
  	From those that have whiskers, and scratch. 

For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm, 
  	Yet, I feel it my duty to say, 
Some are Boojums  The Bellman broke off in alarm, 
  	For the Baker had fainted away.



Lewis Carroll


Lewis Carroll's other poems:
  1. The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council
  2. The Wandering Burgess
  3. What Tottles Meant
  4. The Deserted Parks
  5. Theme with Variations


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