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THE VANISHING. 88
They hlunted 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,
lie had softly and suddenly vanished away------
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see. |
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