Their first child was two years of age when the famine came-the famine that swept over Ireland like a plague, leaving in its wake over a million new-made graves.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
In the ultimate success there is glory enough To go to the graves of the dead and to the heads of the living.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
In passing along this same coast, E-tuk-i-shook called my attention to several graves, some of which we opened.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook