The Judge left the Court, looking deeply disgusted But the Snark, though a little aghast, As the lawyer to
whom the defence was intrusted, Went bellowing on to the last.
Thus the Barrister dreamed, while the bellowing seemed To grow every moment more clear: Till he woke
to the knell of a furious bell, Which the Bellman rang close at his ear.
FIT THE SEVENTH
The Banker's Fate
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. And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new It was matter for general remark, Rushed madly ahead
and was lost to their view In his zeal to discover the Snark.
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care, A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh And grabbed at the
Banker, who shrieked in despair, For he knew it was useless to fly.
He offered large discount--he offered a cheque (Drawn `to bearer') for seven-pounds-ten: But the Bandersnatch
merely extended its neck And grabbed at the Banker again.
Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws Went savagely snapping around-- He skipped and he
hopped, and he floundered and flopped, Till fainting he fell to the ground.
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared Led on by that fear-stricken yell: And the Bellman remarked
`It is just as I feared!' And solemnly tolled on his bell.
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.
`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,
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