GGG Ping.
Didn’t they find graves of the poor souls still intact?
The phrase “tastes like chicken!” isn’t going to be in there anywhere, is it?
“It was homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed the dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
With a hundred seamen he sailed away
The frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where we poor seamen do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships the mainly strove
Their ship on mountains with ice was drove
Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin Bay where the whalefish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
When Franklin along with his sailors do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
For my long lost Franklin Id cross the main
Ten thousand guineas would I freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin do live
I am indebted to:
www.mummytombs.com
Franklin.
Old friend. Wikipedia.
Franklin Expedition.
I was particularly interested in the fact that the lowest tender was given to a company who canned foods. Such was the novelty of a new break through in preserving foods, that the Victorians were slap dash in some ways. Cans were found and analyzed. The cans were soldered on the inside. This accounted for the amount of lead in the system of young John Torrington.
Of interest also is the fact that the commanders did it right initially. They built a stone shed and even had a practice firing range. A speculation is that the lead poisoning set in and a boat was dragged by some of the survivors. It was not equipped for survival, it is said.
We may never know, but had they stayed put, they might have stood a chance. Well- who knows? Torrington has living relatives, we are informed.
Thank you for posting this.
Her book is due out on Nov 1 2008.
Check this website out for recent Franklin search expeditions links to other Franklin websites.
http://www.ric.edu/faculty/rpotter/SJFranklin.html
Lady Franklin’s Lament
We were homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
With a hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where we poor sailors do sometimes go.
Through cruel hardships they vainly strove
Their ships on mountains of ice were drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin’s Bay where the whale fish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Lord Franklin with his sailors do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
For my long-lost Franklin I would cross the main
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give
To know on earth, that my Franklin do live.
(alternate: To know Lord Franklin and where he is.)
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Northwest Passage Chorus - by Stan Rogers (dad):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_RMuHWq2_4
Complete Version - sung by Nathan Rogers (son):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo6Lu4vskmg&NR=1
Enjoy!