And he feared he must really decline, for his part, pic.twitter.com/l826vG3YWF

His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings, pic.twitter.com/QRzJ92qYyq

And his enemies “Toasted-cheese.” pic.twitter.com/enz7oP8igP

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire pic.twitter.com/SLyzraxRkW

And the clothes he had bought for the trip. pic.twitter.com/uYXeC2C3yT

“But his courage is perfect! And that, after all, pic.twitter.com/ihCpbKNLk1

And that was a tame one he had of his own, pic.twitter.com/GtLOjXRwLi

His form in ungainly, his intellect small..” pic.twitter.com/irpWCpRbVy

And appeared unaccountably shy. pic.twitter.com/2dBAVeowET

Could atone for that dismal surprise! pic.twitter.com/2iaqX1Usld

He had wholly forgotten his name. pic.twitter.com/W03M8TcRTF

His intimate friends called him “Candle-ends,” pic.twitter.com/sks9U66pfQ

A maker of Bonnets and Hoods.. pic.twitter.com/1I06kr4SK8

And one Against Damage From Hail. pic.twitter.com/EazGApZ3dS

As he landed his crew with care; pic.twitter.com/44oGTbJopv

By a finger entwined in his hair. pic.twitter.com/XLE17sJc7U

(On moderate terms), or for sale, pic.twitter.com/PTDbYY5ZY6

With his name painted clearly on each: pic.twitter.com/jphrf1pPHI

The moment one looked in his face! pic.twitter.com/1LjUp48ny9

And a Broker, to value their goods. pic.twitter.com/7rYlIqOYfu

And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad—pic.twitter.com/uCtvfeNdEvv

And was almost too frightened to speak: pic.twitter.com/3xJJwIuErq

Might perhaps have won more than his share.. pic.twitter.com/3EBzvsuNOB

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because pic.twitter.com/8srOx705X0

Though with only one ship and one bell: pic.twitter.com/XYPQDGivka

Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! pic.twitter.com/RDGRLlkh0I

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word, pic.twitter.com/cdEjfT8XWI

With the plans he had made for the trip: pic.twitter.com/kPeUDlRNJN

Had the whole of their cash in his care. pic.twitter.com/t2V1W2N4jg

So the Baker advised it— and next, to insurepic.twitter.com/UHf9b6BSgpp

“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried, pic.twitter.com/CAKOTeymdd

And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck, pic.twitter.com/G3jY9EiH84

And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear, pic.twitter.com/OLIgGXHCoX

Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice: pic.twitter.com/enHcGD3sFs

There was one who was famed for the number of things pic.twitter.com/9FUG7VIjcF

To “What you may call um!” or “What was his name!” pic.twitter.com/VuAStgQl4x

“Just the place for a Snark!” I have said it twice: pic.twitter.com/qebUsTl6Ev


























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 to chasms and crags.
The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low,
And repeated in musical tone

[...]
Lewis Carroll