Sir Leopold M'Clintock, whose weath occurred in London on November 17, was born as far back as 1819. Yet, until quite recently, his small alert figure was a familiar one at Orchard Ww Blackwall. All the Trinity men knew him so well (for he was an Elder Brother) that they were rather apt to 's|forget that their little chief had a great reputation axan Arctic explorer." Oh, said one of them to the present did once hear that he found property which hus somewhat one Franklin and then casually dropped subject in which he was not in the east interested.
But to many of us M'Clintock in a name which goes with that of Sabine, Richardson, Back, Beechey, ease, Simpson, Rae, Ross, and Parry—you will know them all, and many more besides—as ao magic maker. possible—nay, it is established, that those indefatigable men performed wonders in definitely filling in coat lines on the charts, where had been only vague and indeterminate dots, They made remarkable arrays of meteorological statistics, they filled numberless tubes with deep-sen ooze; sedulously went on with magnetic observations, in the face of dire difficulties, and so widened the science of navigation. All sorts of learned societies were enriched with their collections of data.
And chief of my magic-makers, writes correspondent of "The Morning Leader," was Sir Leopold M'Clintock's Voyage of the Fox." Sir Leopold, suppose, wax the Inst survivor of the many she went to look for Franklin.
Between 1845 and '55 there were very many expeditions to learn what had become of Sir John, his men, and the Erebus and Terror. Why that expedition came to such a dreadful end is obvious to all who have seen the relies at Greenwich. It does not appear to have been imagined that the Polar re-oon mere really very col snd inhowpitble.
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