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80 THE VANISHING.
"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 |
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