It was a man's magazine of which my father subscribed. Stanza 1 In this opening stanza, Service sets a mood of mystery and suspense. When Cap opens the furnace and I recite Sam's comments, I deepen his voice from a Wally Cox style to a deep rumbling voice of a demon. During the Gold Rush, thousands of guys went north hoping to get rich. Sam in Tennessee, Sam in the Arctic. They tell us where we are, and they let us know that things will be suspenseful and scary.
The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. 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. Following immediately after a lively song and dance routine, the audience was jazzed up when I began the recitation, but after a few moments the audience settled under the spell of the dramatic lines which this ballad delivers and by the end of the rendition that audience of over three hundred fellow students was spellbound. Robert Service based the poem on an experience of his roommate, Dr. I am now seventy-seven, and still love this poem.
The whole feel of the poem and poetic devises used would seem to be rather suggestive of Edgar Allen Poe and more is the pity because, Mr. Sam loves the heat and abandoned it for the promises of gold. . Then, just to grab our interest, they tell us just a little but not too much! 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. The scowling heavens as the black and nasty smoke rose over the boat signifies the embrace of death for greed is not sweet.
It appears that Cap makes the travels alone, with no other companions than the dogs. Posted on 2009-01-11 by a guest. The boat is a tomb for people who had been searching for gold before and all died. However, in 1930 McGee returned to the Yukon to try prospecting along the , but met with no success. There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men that toil 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'er head 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 break of dawn but God! You've just tried to select this program as one of your favorites. Love the multiple rhymes within the rhyme; whatever the technical term, it satisfies as a great tale told well.
I kept the magazine for many years and read the poem many, many times. Posted on 2010-03-07 by a guest. Like others, McGee was in , , at the time of the and in 1898 left for the. The audience listens to the story with certain expectations, which are either simply not met or met in some entirely unexpected manner. The smile that Sam wears is far warmer pun intended than the grin his frozen corpse displayed back in stanza 9. A hint, but no news about why this story is worth writing a poem about. One explanation of Sam McGee was that he became a ghost that Cap just happened to see when he went in to see if Sam had burnt yet.
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 is little description of the landscape, the weather, or anything else in this section unless it refers to the frozen body of Sam McGee. The speaker appears to be driven to the brink of madness. Yet 'tain't 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. Service critical analysis of poem, review school overview.
The Shooting of Dan McGrew by Robert W. He talked to McGee about using his name and received permission, which is confirmed by correspondence between McGee and his family. When Sam McGee came back from his cremation, I think that there are two or three explanations as to what could have happened. It is written in a somewhat classic style, but one is captivated by its rythmic changing rhyming beat and how easily it flows off ones tongue as they read along. Yet 'tain't 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. In the first stanza of this poem, the rhyme scheme is not very regular: abcbdefe. The Cremation of Sam McGee Analysis Robert W.
Free Online Education from Top Universities Yes! The Klondike Gold Rush is made possible by The Wilson Foundation, The Cable Public Affairs Channel, with additional funding provided by the Rogers Documentary Fund, and The Rogers Cable Network Fund. 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! Did you catch the joke there? Some say it's like The Raven, I say it's Poe's story of the Red Death that it best personifies although one may argue that it's not a complete tragedy. And yes this style of writing does follow Poe's type of drama. Posted on 2012-02-24 by a guest. Much to the narrator's horror, he later discovers Sam's ghost in the makeshift crematorium, enjoying the warmth. These ancient news carriers thus put things in verse not only for their memory, but it also helped others to remember and relay as many of the facts as they could. Cap in the Arctic, Cap at the boat.
Service Poetry Foundation agenda angle-down angle-left angleRight arrow-down arrowRight bars calendar caret-down cart children highlight learningResources list mapMarker openBook p1 pin poetry-magazine print quoteLeft quoteRight slideshow tagAudio tagVideo teens trash-o. I have read this poem many, many times. And I love a warm fire, too! The Cremation of Sam McGee Analysis Robert W. Another explanation is that Sam was in a coma, and when he was shoved into the fire, he came out of it and kind of went insane. Then, I turn it around with the very serious change of climate as Sam sizzles, the wind picks up and the Heavens scowled because in my version Heaven is none too happy about this event. Service critical analysis of poem, review school overview.
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. Although a boat named Alice May sank on Lake Laberge, that happened a decade after the publication of the poem. I was 8 years old at the time. Sparknotes bookrags the meaning summary overview critique of explanation pinkmonkey. This section begins by suggesting the oppressive bleakness of the previous nine stanzas will continue. The bleak descriptions of death are replaced by the image of Sam McGee sitting in the middle of the fire, telling Cap to shut the door so as not to let in the cold.