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

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

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

What i tell you three times is true.” pic.twitter.com/ayGKPkNq39

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

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

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

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

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

Whenever the Butcher was by, pic.twitter.com/AguGtb0RZu

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

A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense, pic.twitter.com/cm4nnk8Z5T

Navigation was always a difficult art, pic.twitter.com/Ym2V9qmktR

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

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

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

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

There was only one Beaver on board; pic.twitter.com/JiqpYUHaEH

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

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

The crew was complete: it included a Boots.. pic.twitter.com/EBTp2KV6XB

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

The Beaver’s best course was, no doubt, to procure pic.twitter.com/m3yQRjZ5fo

Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise, pic.twitter.com/0zKwvZvTxN

He could only bake Bridecake—for which, I may state,pic.twitter.com/sNFSqdFBxyy

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

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

There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck, pic.twitter.com/WrJia38bRp

With three pairs of boots; but the worst of it was, pic.twitter.com/2Luf6fvCmW


























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