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The hunting of the Snark
In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away— -
For the Snark *was* a Boojum, you see.
THE END
There was once an honest journeyman tailor, by name Labakan, who learned his trade with an excellent master in Alexandria. It could not be said that Labakan was unhandy with the needle; on the contrary, he could make excellent work: moreover, one would have done him injustice to have called him lazy. Nevertheless, his companions knew not what to make of him, for he would often sew for hours together so rapidly that the needle would glow in his hand, and the thread smoke, and that none could equal him.
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