New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1886-06-20
RALLAU or STARVATION CAMF'
BY I. y. FORD

No look OF love or pity from on high
M hess counties, start dals take no note OF NUNS"
Will, me wasted moon looks with pallid glow
No Inc panets blink ana stare, the cons,eis onr "
with glitter like the sheen from dri.Ins mr"vsr
unmoyed by mans despair his Dlaspnen' VI P''''
Untouched by sight OF agony OF WOO
s,e wears since they went their station IN sne
The garrison of Lady Franklin Bay .o,,. surs,uo
ps,reo,ine rom the Shore mid the ice-pacKs surk"s
Thew ,o had landed where the hope Of rescue lay
Abandoned to their fate. imprso5neu ,a Cav
A horror OF great darkness al camp |iay'
AZORES are spent within the battered tent;
To- The dIrest OF all fstes have they been iurea'
Starvation their doom amid the aw,ui S,Uom
Where i've and twenty soldiers are lnmureu,
The iur es must sent only devils could inTen'
The slow creeping pains OF torture 'hey o"uu''U'
No the occard April SUP Southern course hath run
The STRAITS arr open see the white caps osat r.r
On that dreary mountain slope how dare tney onS'i
For rIe crystal bridge of ice for their retreats
-Four months frosty breath have brought 'ne 'oss
One nos. alone remains the English meat.
Zee Frederick and Rice across the fields OF Ice
Are starting southward for rom. ~ .na,sr who ia
Come faint hearts, give cheer, every so'uier WIN "
Though loud and shr the Northern rn%psts , SS%
All your courage they Will need Good luck " 'nc"
Got speed ..uo
Let them near your hearty voices as they co.
They viii know the CHEEKY shout If Elise, cries OUT
Tie man they would not leave Dehlhu 10 uic, 49,, ~.
When the was brought haii-"ay anu o"0"0u "
Rey, odh t nSss se nn November sky
Now the pack his rescuers go back
And prayer goes with the crippled soldiers cry
Az, Eson chime In and shout for honest Lynn
Dead overnight released from Arctic thra,L .ho.r.
Ne'er again the camp will near, ms counseis'sn Va ~
United we snail stand. diviaed IAN h., and vop
Remember how these two then rescued MIN anu you
And pray they now may rescue one auu all
Hark ! an augnry of III The wind is piping snrl.
As with sreping.b bag and sleige the men nave gono.'
Win terbe step ana slow DER the desoiate plateau,
wih figures bent and faces pinehed ana ,S van soe
Only listen as they 20 to the arnmnes, % .c noe
Tne forlornest OF ali hopes Is marching vi.
-Four bitter nights and days the dismal music plays
The drumbeat and the piping never ceased; o. hoars
Aud louder louuef sun urono' '"' "
Of,nr.ina gales and breakers IN the East.
The tyran of the North for battle hath gone rofth;
The winds from ICY barracks are released
He mastering his host for marcn along ume na
Bee the Signatures cleaning where tue Northern
Der The mystic Kings eternal campinc-ground;
And glow is shed where the iceberg tents are
Grim sentinels the f,ebergs gather round.
Roaring wind and piercing blast crowdng close and
with the crash of topping crags the headlands rock
Moi one b. ia ION Lays. the marching never naSs;
The foes AZ out at sea will feel the snock . $50
Like tans their might, cliff and mountain they Will
Man. heplessness all Heaven seems to mock.
And starving men are these. and wasted with dis
Rre.sting lev ramparts mid the binding glare
OF seet and whrlng snow. circlng high and drifting
Like the smoke of battle rolling through the air
Amid the tempcsts strife they are hsn'hg ne lot iio
To save tho camp from maIness am despair
Pointing forward toward their goal like the needle to
Unswervng nope bath led the soldiers on
They are there. thank God at last; eager looks arounu
Blu, barren is the triumph they have won.
Zach the iceduncs scours they SEARCH te hoeo io
They nave failed, alas! the English meat is gone.
"Come Rice, we must retreat without the Enshsh
win The iccneld it has drlfted out to sea.
In dis dare not halt why. man, its not our
That we've done best the camp will all agree =,
Count miles have to 30 ere we reacn fOlht EsA-
EesIir yourselves. stand up and follow me!
81 am fant-,oo weak to stand. Let me take your
The iast halt this IS for me- My tuT;oushs nigh
have served my Time It's DONE MY course Oh e"r'h
ComPaGe am lost. Not you but only |! ,., ..o.n,
Make no malt! You must retreat alone through STORM
shall Ia asleep long Leave ME to die!
"what, leave you here to die! Nay if You halt. so
One starving man the sedse can never haul: NINA,
I shall tarty by your side. Hush the stronger must
United We shall stand. divided FAM
LYNN was right! Here let us stay, be IL III judgment
And answer man to the last rol-can"
He drew the creadng sedee underneath the hoebergs
Bitter cold the gale and cruel was the 'eet o,,
And wound II round his comrades frozen feet.
ON North winds, will SD are the bosom lying pare;
Dreary hours they together in that binding Arctic
Finding heart in sheer despair for qup and Jest
They clasped eaeh olher h"nuS anu '"iAeN Va ~
ofhomc, release from PAIN and coming rest
Al TIE tests fewer now, for Riccs ashen brow
Droops YEARLY upon his comrades breast!
CHEEKY messages to friends. full OF love and faith he
For those at home no left unsaid;
III the mind 10 longer clear shows the end IS drawing
An hour of rapid breathug-hc IS dead.
Far away the pillows ooom sounding out a brave mans
While the breezes watt death kne overhead
CLEAN OF tranquil peace. a token Of release
The only rcstiu sign beneath the sky,
Lights up poor klces face with touch or radiant grace,
As Frederick looks on with wisiiuI eye.
To iean his weary mead agalnst his comrade DEAD
And 10 wait for sieep-It Is not hard 10 dle
But 0! how hard to live when life has naugh to give
save the anguish Of the march across the Hoe.
And then grim death IN fe with CHASTITY horrors rife,
The direst torture castaways can know!
They dy there by inches 10 1t strange the soldier
Why not end hopeless ish,-the march foregoi
Halt rescue they will PLAN Ay and perish every
His work remains undone. He must 90 back
coward might refuse 10 bear The e, fatal . news
Bat soldiers now on guard Ills temiak
Frosted stif with Ice ana sect no strlps IOm hlces
Forward, Frederick! March on across the pack
What uncanny shape is this haunting ice.gOrge and
The foriorucst Of all hopes. art thou its ghost
To the living thon hast sped to the dying from the dead
faint thou the frost Will pierce thy heart
II there be no shelter somewhere on the coast
Ask the IL they know how he reached Point
Eskimo;
How his frosted hands the sleeping -Oag unbound.
The first mis- advance Il the waking from trance
He cries aloud and tIenble. at the sound.
IT'S no dream He is alive. See. his sluggish hopos
revive.
He is in the hut Yes. shelter he has found.
He wakes haunted to turn back in his COURSE
He shudders with sense OF shame and dread.
Like coward he had hurried his friend he had not
buried.
"Rce would not have left me so.' the soldier said.
Twelve miles he must back, DER the scanned and
heaviDg pack,
Since he had failed in duty toward the dead
The ocberg watch keeping Ger the soldier swcetly
sleeping.
Where they had failed TO find the English meat.
No STRIVING priest there with rite prayer
As the snnM WAS heaned around from head TO feet