So, forgetful of their scorn, When starved, they cried for life, I gave them my last dreams, I bared for them my heart, That they might eat!
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
It jest happened that the grass give out in that red day soil, and starved 'em both out.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
We were near to the land where Franklin and his men starved.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook