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The Hunting of the Snark

An Agony in Eight Fits

Fit the First

The Landing

  • “Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried,
  •          As he landed his crew with care;
  • Supporting each man on the top of the tide
  •          By a finger entwined in his hair.
  • “Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
  •          That alone should encourage the crew.
  • Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
  •          What I tell you three times is true.”
  • The crew was complete: it included a Boots —
  •          A maker of Bonnets and Hoods —
  • A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes —
  •          And a Broker, to value their goods.
  • A Billiard-marker, whose skill was immense,
  •          Might perhaps have won more than his share —
  • But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense,
  •          Had the whole of their cash in his care.
  • There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,
  •          Or would sit making lace in the bow:
  • And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck,
  •          Though none of the sailors knew how.
  • There was one who was famed for the number of things
  •          He forgot when he entered the ship:
  • His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
  •          And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
  • He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
  •          With his name painted clearly on each:
  • But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
  •          They were all left behind on the beach.
  • The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
  •          He had seven coats on when he came,
  • With three pair of boots – but the worst of it was,
  •          He had wholly forgotten his name.
  • He would answer to “Hi!” or to any loud cry,
  •          Such as “Fry me!” or “Fritter my wig!”
  • To “What-you-may-call-um!” or “What-was-his-name!”
  •          But especially “Thing-um-a-jig!”
  • While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
  •          He had different names from these:
  • His intimate friends called him “Candle-ends,”
  •          And his enemies “Toasted-cheese.”
  • “His form is ungainly – his intellect small —”
  •          (So the Bellman would often remark)
  • “But his courage is perfect! And that, after all,
  •          Is the thing that one needs with a Snark.”
  • He would joke with hynas, returning their stare
  •          With an impudent wag of the head:
  • And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
  •          “Just to keep up its spirits,” he said.
  • He came as a Baker: but owned, when too late —
  •          And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad —
  • He could only bake Bridecake – for which, I may state,
  •          No materials were to be had.
  • The last of the crew needs especial remark,
  •          Though he looked an incredible dunce:
  • He had just one idea – but, that one being “Snark,”
  •          The good Bellman engaged him at once.
  • He came as a Butcher: but gravely declared,
  •          When the ship had been sailing a week,
  • He could only kill Beavers. The Bellman looked scared,
  •          And was almost too frightened to speak:
  • But at length he explained, in a tremulous tone,
  •          There was only one Beaver on board;
  • And that was a tame one he had of his own,
  •          Whose death would be deeply deplored.
  • The Beaver, who happened to hear the remark,
  •          Protested, with tears in its eyes,
  • That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark
  •          Could atone for that dismal surprise!
  • It strongly advised that the Butcher should be
  •          Conveyed in a separate ship:
  • But the Bellman declared that would never agree
  •          With the plans he had made for the trip:
  • Navigation was always a difficult art,
  •          Though with only one ship and one bell:
  • And he feared he must really decline, for his part,
  •          Undertaking another as well.
  • The Beaver’s best course was, no doubt, to procure
  •          A second-hand dagger-proof coat —
  • So the Baker advised it – and next, to insure
  •          Its life in some Office of note:
  • This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
  •          (On moderate terms), or for sale,
  • Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,
  •          And one Against Damage From Hail.
  • Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
  •          Whenever the Butcher was by,
  • The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
  •          And appeared unaccountably shy.

Fit the Second

The Bellman’s 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.
  • “What’s the good of Mercator’s 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 we’ve got our brave Captain to thank”
  • (So the crew would protest) “that he’s 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 of 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 you’ll agree
  •          That it carries too far, when I say
  • That it frequently breakfasts at five-o’clock 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 it 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.

Fit the Third

The Baker’s Tale

  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • “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 named)
  •          Remarked, when I bade him farewell —”
  • “Oh, skip your dear uncle!” the Bellman exclaimed,
  •          As he angrily tingled his bell.
  • “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.
  • “ ‘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 —’ ”
  • (“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!”

Fit the Fourth

The Hunting

  • The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow.
  •          “If only you’d spoken before!
  • It’s excessively awkward to mention it now,
  •          With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!
  • “We should all of us grieve, as you well may believe,
  •          If you never were met with again —
  • But surely, my man, when the voyage began,
  •          You might have suggested it then?
  • “It’s excessively awkward to mention it now —
  •          As I think I’ve already remarked.”
  • And the man they called “Hi!” replied, with a sigh,
  •          “I informed you the day we embarked.
  • “You may charge me with murder – or want of sense —
  •          (We are all of us weak at times):
  • But the slightest approach to a false pretence
  •          Was never among my crimes!
  • “I said it in Hebrew – I said it in Dutch —
  •          I said it in German and Greek:
  • But I wholly forgot (and it vexes me much)
  •          That English is what you speak!”
  • “ ’Tis a pitiful tale,” said the Bellman, whose face
  •          Had grown longer at every word:
  • “But, now that you’ve stated the whole of your case,
  •          More debate would be simply absurd.
  • “The rest of my speech” (he explained to his men)
  •          “You shall hear when I’ve leisure to speak it.
  • But the Snark is at hand, let me tell you again!
  •          ’Tis your glorious duty to seek it!
  • “To seek it with thimbles, to seek it with care;
  •          To pursue it with forks and hope;
  • To threaten its life with a railway-share;
  •          To charm it with smiles and soap!
  • “For the Snark’s a peculiar creature, that won’t
  •          Be caught in a commonplace way.
  • Do all that you know, and try all that you don’t:
  •          Not a chance must be wasted to-day!
  • “For England expects – I forbear to proceed:
  •          ’Tis a maxim tremendous, but trite:
  • And you’d best be unpacking the things that you need
  •          To rig yourselves out for the fight.”
  • Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque
  •                                                     (which he crossed),
  •          And changed his loose silver for notes.
  • The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair,
  •          And shook the dust out of his coats.
  • The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade —
  •          Each working the grindstone in turn:
  • But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
  •          No interest in the concern:
  • Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
  •          And vainly proceeded to cite
  • A number of cases, in which making laces
  •          Had been proved an infringement of right.
  • The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned
  •          A novel arrangement of bows:
  • While the Billiard-marker with quivering hand
  •          Was chalking the tip of his nose.
  • But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself
  •                                                                       fine,
  •          With yellow kid gloves and a ruff —
  • Said he felt it exactly like going to dine,
  •          Which the Bellman declared was all “stuff.”
  • “Introduce me, now there’s a good fellow,” he said,
  •          “If we happen to meet it together!”
  • And the Bellman, sagaciously nodding his head,
  •          Said “That must depend on the weather.”
  • The Beaver went simply galumphing about,
  •          At seeing the Butcher so shy:
  • And even the Baker, though stupid and stout,
  •          Made an effort to wink with one eye.
  • “Be a man!” said the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
  •          The Butcher beginning to sob.
  • “Should we meet with a Jubjub, that desperate bird,
  •          We shall need all our strength for the job!”

Fit the Fifth

The Beaver’s Lesson

  • 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.
  • Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan
  •          For making a separate sally;
  • And had fixed on a spot unfrequented by man,
  •          A dismal and desolate valley.
  • But the very same plan to the Beaver occurred:
  •          It had chosen the very same place:
  • Yet neither betrayed, by a sign or a word,
  •          The disgust that appeared in his face.
  • Each thought he was thinking of nothing but “Snark”
  •          And the glorious work of the day;
  • And each tried to pretend that he did not remark
  •          That the other was going that way.
  • But the valley grew narrow and narrower still,
  •          And the evening got darker and colder,
  • Till (merely from nervousness, not from goodwill)
  •          They marched along shoulder to shoulder.
  • Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the shuddering sky,
  •          And they knew that some danger was near:
  • The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail,
  •          And even the Butcher felt queer.
  • He thought of his childhood, left far far behind —
  •          That blissful and innocent state —
  • The sound so exactly recalled to his mind
  •          A pencil that squeaks on a slate!
  • “ ’Tis the voice of the Jubjub!” he suddenly cried.
  •          (This man, that they used to call “Dunce.”)
  • “As the Bellman would tell you,” he added with pride,
  •          “I have uttered that sentiment once.
  • “ ’Tis the note of the Jubjub! Keep count, I entreat;
  •          You will find I have told it you twice.
  • ’Tis the song of the Jubjub! The proof is complete,
  •          If only I’ve stated it thrice.”
  • The Beaver had counted with scrupulous care,
  •          Attending to every word:
  • But it fairly lost heart, and outgrabe in despair,
  •          When the third repetition occurred.
  • It felt that, in spite of all possible pains,
  •          It had somehow contrived to lose count,
  • And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
  •          By reckoning up the amount.
  • “Two added to one – if that could but be done,”
  •          It said, “with one’s fingers and thumbs!”
  • Recollecting with tears how, in earlier years,
  •          It had taken no pains with its sums.
  • “The thing can be done,” said the Butcher, “I think.
  •          The thing must be done, I am sure.
  • The thing shall be done! Bring me paper and ink,
  •          The best there is time to procure.”
  • The Beaver brought paper, portfolio, pens,
  •          And ink in unfailing supplies:
  • While strange creepy creatures came out of their dens,
  •          And watched them with wondering eyes.
  • So engrossed was the Butcher, he heeded them not,
  •          As he wrote with a pen in each hand,
  • And explained all the while in a popular style
  •          Which the Beaver could well understand.
  • “Taking Three as the subject to reason about —
  •          A convenient number to state —
  • We add Seven, and Ten, and then multiply out
  •          By One Thousand diminished by Eight.
  • “The result we proceed to divide, as you see,
  •          By Nine Hundred and Ninety and Two:
  • Then subtract Seventeen, and the answer must be
  •          Exactly and perfectly true.
  • “The method employed I would gladly explain,
  •          While I have it so clear in my head,
  • If I had but the time and you had but the brain —
  •          But much yet remains to be said.
  • “In one moment I’ve seen what has hitherto been
  •          Enveloped in absolute mystery,
  • And without extra charge I will give you at large
  •          A Lesson in Natural History.”
  • In his genial way he proceeded to say
  •          (Forgetting all laws of propriety,
  • And that giving instruction, without introduction,
  •          Would have caused quite a thrill in Society),
  • “As to temper the Jubjub’s a desperate bird,
  •          Since it lives in perpetual passion:
  • Its taste in costume is entirely absurd —
  •          It is ages ahead of the fashion:
  • “But it knows any friend it has met once before:
  •          It never will look at a bribe:
  • And in charity-meetings it stands at the door,
  •          And collects – though it does not subscribe.
  • “Its flavour when cooked is more exquisite far
  •          Than mutton, or oysters, or eggs:
  • (Some think it keeps best in an ivory jar,
  •          And some, in mahogany kegs:)
  • “You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
  •          You condense it with locusts and tape:
  • Still keeping one principal object in view —
  •          To preserve its symmetrical shape.”
  • The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day,
  •          But he felt that the Lesson must end,
  • And he wept with delight in attempting to say
  •          He considered the Beaver his friend.
  • While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks
  •          More eloquent even than tears,
  • It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books
  •          Would have taught it in seventy years.
  • They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
  •          (For a moment) with noble emotion,
  • Said “This amply repays all the wearisome days
  •          We have spent on the billowy ocean!”
  • Such friends, as the Beaver and Butcher became,
  •          Have seldom if ever been known;
  • In winter or summer, ’twas always the same —
  •          You could never meet either alone.
  • And when quarrels arose – as one frequently finds
  •          Quarrels will, spite of every endeavour —
  • The song of the Jubjub recurred to their minds,
  •          And cemented their friendship for ever!

Fit the Sixth

The Barrister’s Dream

  • 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.
  • But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain
  •          That the Beaver’s lace-making was wrong,
  • Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plain
  •          That his fancy had dwelt on so long.
  • He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court,
  •          Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,
  • Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig
  •          On the charge of deserting its sty.
  • The Witnesses proved, without error or flaw,
  •          That the sty was deserted when found:
  • And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law
  •          In a soft under-current of sound.
  • The indictment had never been clearly expressed,
  •          And it seemed that the Snark had begun,
  • And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed
  •          What the pig was supposed to have done.
  • The Jury had each formed a different view
  •          (Long before the indictment was read),
  • And they all spoke at once, so that none of them knew
  •          One word that the others had said.
  • “You must know —” said the Judge: but the Snark
  •                                                       exclaimed “Fudge!
  •          That statute is obsolete quite!
  • Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends
  •          On an ancient manorial right.
  • “In the matter of Treason the pig would appear
  •          To have aided, but scarcely abetted:
  • While the charge of Insolvency fails, it is clear,
  •          If you grant the plea ‘never indebted.’
  • “The fact of Desertion I will not dispute;
  •          But its guilt, as I trust, is removed
  • (So far as relates to the costs of this suit)
  •          By the Alibi which has been proved.
  • “My poor client’s fate now depends on your votes.”
  •          Here the speaker sat down in his place,
  • And directed the Judge to refer to his notes
  •          And briefly to sum up the case.
  • But the Judge said he never had summed up before;
  •          So the Snark undertook it instead,
  • And summed it so well that it came to far more
  •          Than the Witnesses ever had said!
  • When the verdict was called for, the Jury declined,
  •          As the word was so puzzling to spell;
  • But they ventured to hope that the Snark wouldn’t mind
  •          Undertaking that duty as well.
  • So the Snark found the verdict, although, as it owned,
  •          It was spent with the toils of the day:
  • When it said the word “GUILTY!” the Jury all groaned,
  •          And some of them fainted away.
  • Then the Snark pronounced sentence, the Judge being
  •                                                                         quite
  •          Too nervous to utter a word:
  • When it rose to its feet, there was silence like night,
  •          And the fall of a pin might be heard.
  • “Transportation for life” was the sentence it gave,
  •          “And then to be fined forty pound.”
  • The Jury all cheered, though the Judge said he feared
  •          That the phrase was not legally sound.
  • But their wild exultation was suddenly checked
  •          When the jailer informed them, with tears,
  • Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect,
  •          As the pig had been dead for some years.
  • 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,
  • 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
  • That 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.

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© Ïåðåâîä. Ã.Ì. Êðóæêîâ, 2020

Âîïëü ïåðâûé

Âûñàäêà íà áåðåã

  • «Âîò ãäå âîäèòñÿ Ñíàðê! – âîçãëàñèë Áàëàáîí. —
  • Åãî ëîãîâî òóò, ñðåäè ãîð!»
  • È ìàòðîñîâ íà áåðåã âûòàñêèâàë îí,
  • Çà óøêî, à êîãî – çà âèõîð.
  • «Âîò ãäå âîäèòñÿ Ñíàðê! Íå áîÿñü, ïîâòîðþ:
  • Âàì îòâàãè ïðèäàñò ýòà âåñòü.
  • Âîò ãäå âîäèòñÿ Ñíàðê! Â òðåòèé ðàç ãîâîðþ.
  • Òî, ÷òî òðèæäû ñêàçàë, òî è åñòü».
  • Áûë îòðÿä íà ïîäáîð! Ïåðâûì øåë Áèëåòåð,
  • Âñëåä çà íèì – ñ ïîëîòåíöàìè Áàíùèê,
  • Áàðàõîëüùèê ñ áàãðîì, ÷òîá ñëåäèòü çà äîáðîì,
  • È êîçû îòñòàâíîé Áàðàáàíùèê.
  • Áèëëèàðäíûé ìàýñòðî – îòìåííûé èãðîê —
  • Ìîã ëþáîãî îá÷èñòèòü äî íèòêè;
  • Íî Áàíêèð âñþ íàëè÷íîñòü óáðàë ïîä çàìîê,
  • ×òîáû êàê-òî óìåíüøèòü óáûòêè.
  • Áûë ìåæ íèìè Áîáåð, íà óëîâêè õèòåð,
  • Ïî êàíâå âûøèâàë îí ïðåêðàñíî
  • È, ïî ñëóõàì, íå ðàç èõ îò ãèáåëè ñïàñ,
  • Íî âîò êàê – ñîâåðøåííî íåÿñíî.
  • Áûë òàì íåêòî, çàáûâøèé íà ñóøå ñâîé çîíò,
  • Ñóõàðè è îòáîðíûé èçþì,
  • Ïëàù, êîòîðûé áûë çàãîäÿ îòäàí â ðåìîíò,
  • È ïðàêòè÷åñêè íîâûé êîñòþì.
  • Òðèäöàòü âîñåìü òþêîâ îí íà ïðèñòàíü ïðèâåç,
  • È íà êàæäîì – ñâîé íîìåð è âåñ;
  • Íî ïîòîì êàê-òî âûïóñòèë ýòîò âîïðîñ
  • È óïëûë â ïóòåøåñòâèå áåç.
  • Ìîæíî áûëî á ñìèðèòüñÿ ñ ïîòåðåé ïëàùà,
  • Óïîâàÿ íà ñåìü ñþðòóêîâ
  • È òðè ïàðû øòèáëåò; íî, ïðîïàæó èùà,
  • Îí çàáûë äàæå, êòî îí òàêîâ.
  • Åãî çâàëè: «Ýé-òàì!» èëè «Êàê-òåáÿ-áèøü!»
  • Îòçûâàòüñÿ îí ñðàçó ïðèâûê
  • È íà «Âîò-òåáå-íà», è íà «Âîò-òåáå-øèø»,
  • È íà âñÿêèé âíóøèòåëüíûé êðèê.
  • Íó à òåì, êòî ëþáèë âûðàæàòüñÿ òî÷íåé,
  • Îí ïîä êëè÷êîé èíîé áûë çíàêîì,
  • Â êðóãó ñàìîì áëèçêîì îí çâàëñÿ «Îãðûçêîì»,
  • Â øèðîêèõ êðóãàõ – «Äîõëÿêîì».
  • «È óìîì íå Ñîêðàò, è ëèöîì íå Ïàðèñ, —
  • Îòçûâàëñÿ î íåì Áàëàáîí. —
  • Íî çàòî íå áîèòñÿ îí Ñíàðêîâ è êðûñ,
  • Êðåïîê âîëåé è äóõîì ñèëåí!»
  • Îí ñ ãèåíàìè øóòêè ñåáå ïîçâîëÿë,
  • Âçãëÿäîì ïðîáóÿ èõ óêîðèòü,
  • È îäíàæäû ïîä ëàïó ñ ìåäâåäåì ãóëÿë,
  • ×òîáû êàê-òî åãî ïîäáîäðèòü.
  • Îí êàê Áóëî÷íèê, â ñóùíîñòè, âçÿò áûë íà áîðò,
  • Íî ïîçäíåå ïðèçíàíüåì ïîòðÿñ,
  • ×òî óìååò îí ïå÷ü òîëüêî Áàçåëüñêèé òîðò,
  • Íî çàïàñà ê íåìó íå çàïàñ.
  • Èõ ïîñëåäíèé ìàòðîñ, õîòü è âûãëÿäåë ïíåì, —
  • Ýòî áûë èíòåðåñíûé ïåíåê:
  • Îí ñâèõíóëñÿ íà Ñíàðêå, è òîëüêî íà íåì,
  • ×åì âíèìàíüå ê ñåáå è ïðèâëåê.
  • Ýòî áûë Áðàêîíüåð, íî îñîáûõ ìàíåð:
  • Óáèâàòü îí óìåë ëèøü áîáðîâ,
  • ×òî è âñïëûëî ïîçäíåé, ÷åðåç íåñêîëüêî äíåé,
  • Âäàëåêå îò ðîäíûõ áåðåãîâ.
  • È âñêðè÷àë Áàëàáîí, ïîðàæåí, ðàçäðàæåí:
  • «Íî Áîáåð çäåñü îäèí, à íå ïÿòü!
  • È ïðèòîì ýòî – ìîé, ñîâåðøåííî ðó÷íîé,
  • Ìíå á åãî íå õîòåëîñü òåðÿòü».
  • È, óñëûøàâ èçâåñòüå, ñìóòèëñÿ Áîáåð,
  • Êàê-òî ñúåæèëñÿ ñðàçó è ñêèñ,
  • È îáåèìè ëàïêàìè ñëåçû óòåð,
  • È ñêàçàë: «Íåïðèÿòíûé ñþðïðèç!»
  • Êòî-òî âûäâèíóë ðîáêî îò÷àÿííûé ïëàí:
  • Ðàññàäèòü èõ ïî äâóì êîðàáëÿì.
  • Íî ðåøèòåëüíî íå ïîæåëàë êàïèòàí
  • Ýêèïàæ ñâîé äåëèòü ïîïîëàì.
  • «È îäíèì êîðàáëåì óïðàâëÿòü íåëåãêî,
  • Öåëûé äåíü â êîëîêîëü÷èê çâåíÿ,
  • À ñ äâóìÿ (îí ñêàçàë) íå óïëûòü äàëåêî,
  • Íåò óæ, áðàòöû, óâîëüòå ìåíÿ!»
  • Áèëåòåð ïðåäëîæèë, ÷òîáû ïàíöèðü ãðóäíîé
  • Ðàçäîáûë íåïðåìåííî Áîáåð
  • È íåìåäëåííî çàñòðàõîâàëñÿ â îäíîé
  • Èç íàäåæíûõ Áàíêèðñêèõ êîíòîð.
  • À Áàíêèð, ïîëîæåíèå äåë îöåíÿ,
  • Ïðåäëîæèë òî, ÷òî èìåííî íàäî:
  • Äîãîâîð ñòðàõîâàíüÿ êâàðòèð îò îãíÿ
  • È íà ñëó÷àé óùåðáà îò ãðàäà.
  • È ñ òîãî çëîïîëó÷íîãî ÷àñà Áîáåð,
  • Åñëè îí ñ Áðàêîíüåðîì âñòðå÷àëñÿ,
  • Áåñïðè÷èííî ãðóñòíåë, îòâîðà÷èâàë âçîð
  • È êàê äåâóøêà ñêðîìíî äåðæàëñÿ.

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