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178 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,