http://nationalhumanitiescenter.org/pds/amerbegin/exploration/text3/dodding.pdf
This is where I gathered my information for my Ghost Hendrick!
1577_____________The Death of an
Inuit Man in England
Trustees of the British Museum
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Postmortem report and comments
of Dr. Edward Dodding (Excerpts)
In 1577 Martin Frobisher returned to England from his second
voyage in search of a northwest passage around the continent of
North America. With him he brought three Inuits from Baffin Island, a
man, a woman, and her child, who had been forcibly taken from the
island. All soon died after their arrival in England, the man from an
untended broken rib that eventually punctured his lung. Dr. Edward
Dodding performed the autopsy on the body of “Calichoughe.”
8 November 1577.
When the body had been dissected, the first thing to claim
my attention was two ribs; these had been badly broken, in
sustaining a fall of some force and impact, and were still gaping
apart without having knit together. Either the care of them had
been neglected, as tends to happen in such very hectic
circumstances and restricted ship-board conditions or (which I
suspect is more likely) some contamination, which nobody
noticed, had excited inflammation and the contusion of the lung
had, in the course of time, become putrified as a result.
Inuit man, woman, and child
brought to England by Martin Frobisher
(watercolors probably by John White)
This condition, aggravated by the harmful cold outside and
intensified by poor diet, was in the meantime neither put right
from outside by surgery nor arrested from within by medicines,
so that it rapidly developed unchecked day by day into an
incurable ulcer of the lung. . . .
When he was among us, his diet was too liberal either for the
severity of the disease to tolerate or the man’s habitual daily
way of life to sustain. This situation was brought about by the
utmost solicitousness on the part of that great man, the Captain
[Frobisher], and by boundless generosity from those with whom
he lodged. Everyone’s judgement was deceived rather by the
hidden nature of the disease, and by misguided kindness, than
by ill-will; but when, shortly before his death, the nature of his
illness expressed itself in the rather obvious symptom of
breathlessness, he was already a victim of dropsy [swelling of
any organ or tissue due to accumulation of excess fluid]. . . .
. . . [T]here was, you might say, an “Anglophobia,” which he
had from when he first arrived, even though his fairly cheerful
features and appearance concealed it and gave a false impression
with considerable skill. His own actions, however, either
betrayed it openly and exposed it (as it seemed to me when I
was looking into individual things more closely and mistrusting
everything), or else betokened an incipient fatal illness (as I
declared often enough, but nobody would listen). These signs
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Excerpted and images added by the National Humanities Center, 2006: www.nhc.rtp.nc.us/pds/pds.htm. In PRO (Public Record Office, UK), State Papers,
Domestic, SP 12/118, 40, I; published in Richard Coelinson, The Three Voyages of Martin Frobisher (London, Hakluyt Society, 1867), pp. 189-191.
Complete image credits at www.nhc.rtp.nc.us/pds/amerbegin/imagecredits.htm. became more clearly
recognizable and confirmed from the state of
his pulse rather than
from himself: for this
was all the time too
small, too sluggish and
too weak rather than
too slow, although it
was also slower than
either his youth or his
bilious [ill-tempered]
temperament would
require.
In the early onset of
the illness, I was
summoned when his
strength was still unimpaired; with much argument I recommended
bloodletting, in order
that, by quenching the
fire of the inflammation and reducing the
quantity of matter, they
might both subside.
But the foolish, and
only too uncivilised, timidity of this uncivilised man forbade it, and the judgement of those with whom he
was sailing prevailed with me.
Library of Congress
Jodocus Hondius, map of the world (Vera totius expeditionis nauticæ), ca 1595, detail; general
route of Frobisher marked.
In the end, having been called the hour before the one in which he died, I found everything threatening
imminent death,⎯and no wonder, for his speech was impaired and almost cut off, his appetite faded and
pulse non-existent. Quite enough! He summoned up to a certain extent all the energies and faculties which he
had abandoned, came back to himself as if from a deep sleep and recognised us as people he knew. But I
turned my attention to medication, and he spoke those words of ours which he had learned, the few that he
could, and in turn replied quite relevantly to questions. And he sang clearly that same tune with which the
companions from his region and rank had either mourned or ceremonially marked his final departure when
they were standing on the shore (according to those who heard them both): just like the swans who foresee
what good there is in death, and die happily with a song. I had scarcely left him when he moved from life to
death, forcing out as his last words, given in our language, “God be with you.”
I was bitterly grieved and saddened, not so much by the death of the man himself as because the great
hope of seeing him which our most gracious Queen had entertained had now slipped through her fingers, as it
were, for a second time. But the heroes of these new and substantial acts of gallantry are affected by a much
greater sadness, for they have been deprived of the rewards and prizes for the truly Herculean labour which
they have carried out. To express my opinion, these men can in all justice expect the highest recognition on
our part, for they have triumphantly survived those expeditions by sea,⎯tortuous and comfortless that they
indeed were, and obviously unachieved before this time. They have undertaken enormous tasks, bringing to
the kingdom and posterity advantages greater than the hazards, and to their own names supreme glory; and
they have demonstrated that what he has undertaken to do he had succeeded in. . . .
. . . If the libation-vessels [cups containing potions] of incantation-makers [medicine men who used chants
to cast spells and work magic]; begged-for effigies [human figures or dolls used in healing ceremonies],
vacuous [empty] rituals and magic charms had been of any avail in overcoming disease, this man
Calichoughe (for that was his name) would, while he was still alive, have hacked it [the disease] off
National Humanities Center 2quivering like a hydra-head and then
thrown it away. For nobody was
more practised than he in this art,
and (unless I am mistaken) nobody
trusted more deeply in those very
superstitions; he made an incantation
for every time his pain abated.
Trustees of the British Museum
“Englishmen in a skirmish with Inuit,” watercolor probably by John White,
I showed the body to the woman,
who was troubled at the time with
boils (which broke out very densely
on her skin next day, when this was
written); and at my persuasion she
was led with me, albeit unwillingly,
to the burial,⎯which I purposely
wanted to be carried through without
ceremony, lest there be implanted in
her any fears about human sacrifice
among us. She was kept there all the
time until the body had been
completely covered over with earth;
I showed her human bones which
had been dug up, and made her
understand that we all were to be
buried in the same way. This I did in
order to remove from her mind all
anxiety about human flesh being
eaten (a practice which had become
deeply rooted among them), and that
she might learn to put aside the fear
henceforward. who may have accompanied the 1577 Frobisher expedition
But that woman either excelled
all our people in decorum and stoicism or else was far outstripped in human sensitivity by the wild animals
themselves. For she was not in any way disturbed by his death, and, as far as we gathered from her
expression, it did not distress her. So much so that, by this most recent behaviour of hers, she has expressed
quite clearly what we had long before arrived at by conjecture: that she had regarded him with an astonishing
degree of contempt, and that although they used to sleep in one and the same bed, yet nothing had occurred
between them apart from conversation,⎯his embrace having been abhorrent to her.
Goodbye.
“Had hardy Ulysses not seen
Such danger-ridden days,
How happy for Penelope;
And yet how little praise!”
Yours, as you know,
Edward Dodding
Bristol, November 8
th
[1577]
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Burial records, 1577, in the register of St. Stephen’s Church, Bristol, England:
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Collichang a heathen man buried the 8
th
of November
Egnock a heathen woman buried the 12
th
of November
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“Collichang/Calichoughe” and “Egnock” were the English renditions of the Inuit words for “man” and “woman.” The Inuit man died from pneumonia related
his punctured lung (his rib may have been broken during his capture). The child died soon after his mother and was buried at St. Olave’s in London.
[Canadian Museum of Civilization / www.civilization.ca/hist/frobisher/freng03e.html]
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Charles Kinney, Jr.
