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Posted: 8/4/2005 6:51:13 AM EDT
Holy Smokes! What is this? I'm gonna melt. Hello movie theater.
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 7:30:01 AM EDT
It is not hot until it is over body tempature in both degrees and humidity.

Come on sunshine.
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 7:36:51 AM EDT
Stay at home. I got A/C
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 8:36:30 AM EDT
We just got back from our Vacation. Most of the time we were in 90 to 100 degree weather. Arizona was really hot with several days in the low 100's. Quit your bitchin' and go out and store up some heat for this winter!!!!
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 8:44:30 AM EDT
You guys are all nuts, I'm moving underground....
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 8:59:30 AM EDT
Well my Ford is a Dodge again (I hope).....$600 and a new fuel pump later. Thank God it has A/C.
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 9:11:40 AM EDT

Originally Posted By Da_Bunny:
You guys are all nuts, I'm moving underground....





Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”


There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

The Cremation of Sam McGee
by Robert W. Service

Robert W. Service, a Canadian poet and novelist, was known for his ballads of the Yukon. He wrote this narrative poem which is presented here because it is an outstanding example of how sensory stimuli are emphasized and it has a surprise ending.

Robert William Service was born in Preston, England, on January 16, 1874. He emigrated to Canada at the age of twenty, in 1894, and settled for a short time on Vancouver Island. He was employed by the Canadian Bank of Commerce in Victoria, B.C., and was later transferred to Whitehorse and then to Dawson in the Yukon. In all, he spent eight years in the Yukon and saw and experienced the difficult times of the miners, trappers, and hunters that he has presented to us in verse.

During the Balkan War of 1912-13, Service was a war correspondent to the Toronto Star. He served this paper in the same capacity during World War I, also serving two years as an ambulance driver in the Canadian Army medical corps. He returned to Victoria for a time during World War II, but later lived in retirement on the French Riviera, where he died on September 14, 1958, in Monte Carlo.

Sam McGee was a real person, a customer at the Bank of Commerce where Service worked. The Alice May was a real boat, the Olive May, a derelict on Lake Laberge.

Anyone who has experienced the bitterness of cold weather and what it can do to a man will empathize with Sam McGee’s feelings as expressed by Robert Service in this poem.


There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ‘taint being dead--it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Link Posted: 8/4/2005 9:15:14 AM EDT
I love it when the weather is 90+, Im from the 29 Palms, Joshua Tree area of SoCal. This is great!
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 10:41:38 AM EDT
Its been a long time since I've been down that way, and yes, it was a bit on the warm side when I was at J-Tree in August.
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 10:51:18 AM EDT
Geez, it must be 25 years since I read The Cremation of Sam McGee....
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 11:53:22 AM EDT
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 1:35:53 PM EDT
90 degrees?

NINETY DEGREES???

Hell, in Texas we call that "almost winter - somebody get me a jacket."
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 2:09:16 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 8/4/2005 2:14:08 PM EDT by BIGDUKESIX]
This weather is perfect. It is warm out but it is not hot out/hot to Me is 105 or above.
After work in fact I am going on a 4 mile jog if anyone here wants to join Me
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 6:19:34 PM EDT
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 6:34:18 PM EDT

Originally Posted By 1GUNRUNNER:

Originally Posted By STRATIOTES:
It is not hot until it is over body tempature in both degrees and humidity.

Come on sunshine.



Welcome to the little part of the world I am stuck in. Buffalo sucks for weather.



What doesn't Buffalo suck for?
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 7:20:54 PM EDT
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 7:34:26 PM EDT

Originally Posted By 1GUNRUNNER:

Originally Posted By Phil_in_Seattle:
What doesn't Buffalo suck for?



WINGS BABY!!!



+1

Just don't let them hunt for your Wings (-infinity+1)
Link Posted: 8/4/2005 11:33:41 PM EDT

Originally Posted By 1GUNRUNNER:

Originally Posted By Phil_in_Seattle:
What doesn't Buffalo suck for?



WINGS BABY!!!



But they all talk funny there...

Not sure it is worth it..
Link Posted: 8/5/2005 7:41:04 AM EDT

Originally Posted By 1GUNRUNNER:

Originally Posted By STRATIOTES:
It is not hot until it is over body tempature in both degrees and humidity.

Come on sunshine.



Welcome to the little part of the world I am stuck in. Buffalo sucks for weather.



Take pictures, I find alien landscapes fascinating.
Link Posted: 8/5/2005 8:02:53 AM EDT
Link Posted: 8/5/2005 8:56:20 AM EDT

Originally Posted By 1GUNRUNNER:
I saw a deer. They said there has been turkeys runnubg around the site too.



ARFCOM or Buffalo?
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