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Moving from James Fitzjames' past to mine.

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Thanks to everyone for visiting this site. Thinking about James Fitzjames' life got me thinking about my own and how the past, both personal and historical, came together to turn an anxious kid and troubled teen into a storyteller and successful author. Consequently, I have now transferred my energies into writing a memoir in an attempt to understand that process.  The first episodes examine my parents' lives in India and how the stories they told influenced me. This new memoir blog is being published in weekly instalments. If you have enjoyed this blog, check out  Lands of Lost Content . Of course, you can continue James Fitzjames' story in the eBook:  North with Franklin: The Lost Journals of James Fitzjames.

August 14-19, Lady Jane Sound

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August 14—We have discovered a new channel to the south, and named it Lady Jane Sound. It is wide, but much ice clogged except down the east shore where there is open water leading to the tantalising unknown. I estimate that we are little more than 350 miles from the strait discovered by Simpson and Dease and where there should be open sailing along the coast. It is tantalising indeed and Crozier came over for a conference this evening.  “It is opportunity,” he said. “This land offers precious few and we cannot afford the luxury of neglecting even one.” I argued for pushing on to Cape Walker. “The open water is not wide and it may lead us into difficulties, and it is unpleasantly early to be beset for the season. Parry made considerable headway to the west before he wintered at Melville Island and we should follow his route farther before turning south for the coast.” “Aye,” Crozier went on, “Parry did make many miles westward, but it was all along the Melville Island coast. He

August 13, "the old man's wife"

August 13—The weather continues fair and the ice light, although it is heavier up against the Somerset coast. We progress west some ten or twelve miles off land, which is much different from the cliffs we have seen recently. To be sure, there are some cliffs but not of the same uniformity. Altogether the land hereabouts is more hilly, in keeping with its namesake, but of course the hills are much higher and there is no grass nor any of the apple orchards for which that delightful county of Somerset is so justly renowned. I would be no where else at this moment; yet to sit with you beneath an old oak and sample some cold roast duck and a glass of cool cider, would be most pleasant!  But we are well looked after; bread and biscuits are baked in ovens whenever the weather permits and the meat is of good quality. Our canned supplies, provided by the contract with Goldner’s Patent Preserved Meats, are not so good and some have been found leaking their contents already. I suspect this is

August 12, Continuing storms

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August 12—The storm continued against us all last night, although the wind abated to sudden short squalls by morning. Around 10 we espied some leads of open water and cut a passage out to them to recommence our tedious passage westward, but as we went, the leads became more numerous and wider until, by mid-afternoon we were sailing with some ease in relatively open water. It seems Reid was right and the ice has all been blown farther down the channel. Since the whole channel appeared open, we set course across to the shore of North Somerset which may be a continuation of Boothia. Our speed is still slow as there is much ice around, but the backbreaking work of cutting and hauling is done, at least for now.

August 11, Following Leads

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August 11—My apologies, the last few days have been very hard and I have not been of a mind to write. On the 9th, we met ice solidly packed from shore to shore. For a time we imagined that we might be trapped for the season, uncommonly early, dangerously exposed in the open channel and a great disappointment after splendid good luck till now. Reid appeared unconcerned, however, saying, “Just you wait Mister Jems, she’ll no be solid yet, one of they leads’ll come for us afore long.” And sure enough, around 4 p.m. we heard a loud crack not unlike the report of a large artillery piece, but sharper. I was aft with the instruments and rushed forward thinking the worst had happened but not being able to imagine what it might be. I was met by Reid wearing a large crooked grin, saying, “Ah Mister Jems, there she be arl right,” and pointing to a wide lead which had appeared almost magically not twenty feet from the bow. It was little wider than the Erebus’s beam and snaked about in all directi

August 7/8, Around the Mess

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August 7—Off Prince Regent Inlet. It looks quite open, unlike the waters ahead in Barrow Strait which appear increasingly heavy with ice. The open path down the inlet is an enticement, but to what? No one knows if Boothia is an island or not and whether we may find easy passage around it to join with the seacoast mapped by Simpson and Dease—but our orders to proceed to Cape Walker are clear. Sir John is not a man to set off on some private escapade in the face of unambiguous instruction whatever the seductions might be.  The thickening ice pushes us to the far shore of the sound, that is to say, away from our goal at Cape Walker. But this is not all bad for we shall perhaps be given a chance to examine Wellington Channel into which we shall proceed if our more southerly route is blocked. The prospect pleases Le Vesconte, as it will give him a chance to examine the beginning of what he regards as the best route to the east. I do not hold with an open northern ocean and we have discus

August 6, Proceeding Cautiously

August 6—Some fog this morning which made us proceed with caution, but the breeze increased from the southeast around ten, blew away the mists and helped us proceed with our errands. At this rate, we should tomorrow be at Prince Regent Inlet which has been so well explored by Parry and John Ross. Even if it is open, which seems likely, given the lightness of the ice this year, we must sail on. It is not our orders and we cannot afford the time nor the risk of becoming entrapped in an area so far from our goal.  At dinner this evening on the Terror, Sir John talked about the supplies left by Ross at Fury Beach and speculated on their probable condition. As a midshipman, Crozier helped deposit this cache and well remembers what was laid there. Apparently, John Ross spoke to Franklin of the supplies and suggested them as a possible goal for any party that might have to abandon these vessels on the far side of Boothia. Ross also promised to mount a relief expedition for his old friend i