WHAT HE COULDN’T FIND.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 8, 20 February 1892, Page 192

WHAT HE COULDN’T FIND.

He had hunted for the North Pole, and he claimed that he had found it ; Cape Horn was but a picnic, for he knew how to surround it. And when it came to Africa—well, now, I shouldn’t wonder But that he growled when people thought to Stanley he’d knock under ; For he’d hobnobbed with all, Beast, king, and cannibal ; Well lie knew the Congo, Niger, and the Nile ; Killimanjaro be had straddled, Though his very guides grew addled, Nor could Tanganyika’s billows stir his bile. fn the depths of Asia’s jungles, the tiger he had captured, On the Himalayan summits he had rhapsodized enraptured ; He delved in Buddha’s mysteries, then China he invaded, The doctrines of Confucius he furiously raided. In Australia, by the way, He was utterly au fait; In the bush he lived for days on kangaroo ; He had voyaged upon a whaler Till he felt himself a sailor. And for lack of lands to conquer he was blue. So he pitched into astronomy and the wide heavens dissected, Till he could tell just why the sun with small-pox is affected; He swore the man within the moon is quite a jolly fellow— And that the Milky Way runs o’er with cream both thick and mellow ; Yet when his wife forgot Her phrse, and made him trot To search in a dress pocket for it—mind ! There his Waterloo he met, And lie learned that there were yet Things that even he could never, never find.