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Episode: 2070
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Title: HPR2070: Adventures with Jonathan Slocum
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Source: https://hub.hackerpublicradio.org/ccdn.php?filename=/eps/hpr2070/hpr2070.mp3
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Transcribed: 2025-10-18 13:56:49
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This is HPR Episode 2070 entitled Adventure with Jonathan's Lockham.
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It is hosted by David Whitman and is about 12 minutes long.
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The summer is joined me on an audio video adventure with Captain's Lockham and another
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robot double-use of his salad.
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This episode of HPR is brought to you by AnanasThost.com.
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Get 15% discount on all shared hosting with the offer code HPR15.
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That's HPR15.
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Better web hosting that's honest and fair at AnanasThost.com.
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Good morning Hacker Public Radio.
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This is David from St. Helens, Oregon.
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And I hope this is show 2070 that is being listened or published on July 8, 2016.
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This will be my 60th birthday.
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I hope I did not procrastinate too long.
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Today I'll offer to you a suggestion for some fun and some interesting audio that you
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can download from the internet and listen to yourself.
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I had a very good time listening to these books and actually making an audio book and listening
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to it and watching a YouTube movie about Jonathan's Lockham who was the first man to sail
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single-handedly around the world.
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I have a sailboat and I like adventure and I understand a little bit about sailing especially
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about the trials and tribulations you can get into and I like going to different places
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in the world.
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So may I suggest that you have my three-layer cake with the extra frosting that is going
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to be part four, especially for Mike Ray and you'll understand that when you get to it.
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But first of all, I would like you to read the book, The Voids of the Liberty Audi by
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Jonathan Slokham.
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It's a preview book or the first book he wrote and it precedes the sailing around the world
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book.
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And this book is not an audio forum, however.
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It is at Project Gutenberg.
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I have some notes in my show notes that tell you how to get this.
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So what I did was I got the text file.
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You can get a Kindle, an EPUB, an HTML book there.
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But I chose to want to listen to this on my morning commute.
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So I took advice from Ken Fallon and other HPR hosts.
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I don't remember exactly who, but I'm sure it was Ken because I think he listens to the
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CIA handbook or something.
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On his way to work or used to at least, then he made audios of these.
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But I used eSpeak, which you can get easily on your Linux box, by Sudo apt-get install,
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eSpeak.
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And then use the eSpeak command, which is eSpeak space, dash f, space.
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The location of your file, space, dash w, and the output of your file, which you want
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to be called.
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Then find that.
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It's a wave file then.
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And you can put that on your phone or other listening device.
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And thank you for this advice.
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I really have used this a bit and it's really good.
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I like listening to the computer voice.
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But this book, The Voids of the Liberty Dottie Jonathan, Slocum was a ship's captain.
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And he got stuck in South America through some misfortune.
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And he brought his family home by building a sailing boat and sailing this long voyage
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from South America up to the United States.
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So I suggest that you take this book first and consume it in some manner, whichever
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way you choose.
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And then go on and download the book, Saving Alone Around the World.
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It's an audio book read by Alan Chan.
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And the address for this is the Liebervox project book and it's Liebervox.org slash sailing
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around the world.
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Let me read this over again.
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It's Liebervox.org slash sailing alone around the world by Jonathan, Slocum slash.
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And all the worlds have hyphens in between them in the title.
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So grab this and listen to it.
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I think you'll find this interesting.
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I like Jonathan's approach on life.
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There's descriptions of the places he went to in the world and his adventures and how
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he got along there.
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It just is a real heartwarming, lifting book for me.
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I just was really thrilled in order to be able to find this.
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It's one of the standout audio books that I found.
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And then after you get done with that, switch over to YouTube and watch the YouTube movie
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that explains more about Captain Slocum, his adventures, and about his boat, the spray.
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And you can get dimensions if you want to build your own spray.
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And maybe you will by time you get done with this off the internet and they give you
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some, lots of explanation about that and about people who have built that.
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Now, so my birthday gift to you is these three books or three audio presentations or two
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audio and one video presentation.
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The Voids of the Liberty by Jonathan Slocum make an audio book of that.
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Welcome to the audio book, sailing alone around the world, read by Alan Chant, who's
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really good at this.
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And watch the YouTube movie about Captain Slocum by following the address that I've given
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you.
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And now I want to present Lebervox recording of the cremation of Sam McGee by Christian Hughes.
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Now last year I read The Shooting of Dan McGrew, a Robert W. Service poem.
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I read that myself.
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I really don't like reading these things myself.
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I'm not very good, my audio really sucks.
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So I found this by Christian Hughes, it's one of my favorites.
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So enjoy now the cremation of Sam McGee and happy birthday to me.
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Thank you for listening, contributing to Hacker Public Radio.
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The cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service read for Lebervox.org by Christian Hughes.
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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.
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The Arctic Trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.
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The northern lights have seen queer sites, but the queerest they ever did see was that
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night on the marge of Lake Leberge.
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I cremated Sam McGee.
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Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee with a cotton blooms and blows, why he left his home in
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the south to roam around the pole God only knows.
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He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd often
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say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell.
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On a Christmas day we were mushing our way over the Dawson Trail, talk of your cold through
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the park as fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
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If our eyes we closed then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see.
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It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee, and that very night as
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we laid packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, and the dogs were fed and the stars
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or head were dancing heel and toe.
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He turned to me, and Caps says he, I'll cash in this trip I guess, and if I do I'm asking
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that you won't refuse my last request.
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Well he seemed so low that I couldn't say no, then he says with a sort of moan.
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It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the
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bone.
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Yet taint being dead, it's my awful dread of the acid grave that pains, so I want you
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to swear that foul affair you'll cremate my last remains.
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Her pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I saw I would not fail, and we started
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on at the streak of dawn, but God he looked ghastly pale.
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He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee, and before
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nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
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There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried horror-driven, with a corpse
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half-hit that I couldn't get rid because of a promise given.
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It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say, you may tax your brawn and brains,
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but you promise true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains.
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Now a promise made is a debt on paid, and the trail has its own stone code.
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In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
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In the long, long night by the lone fire-light, while the huskies round in a ring held out
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their woes to the homeless snows, oh God how I loathed the thing.
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And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow, and on I went, though the
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dogs were spent and the grub was getting low.
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The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in, and I'd often
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sing to the hateful thing, and it harkened with a grin.
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Till I came to the marge of Lake La Barge, and it derelicted their lay.
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It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the Alice May, and I looked
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at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum.
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Then here said I, with a sudden cry, is my crematorium.
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Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler-fire.
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Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher.
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The flames just soared in the furnace-roared, such a blaze you seldom see, and I burrowed
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a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
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Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so, and the heavens scowled,
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and the huskies hauled, and the wind began to blow.
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It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why, and the
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greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
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I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grizzly fear, but the stars came out,
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and they danced about here again I ventured near.
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I was sick with dread, but I bravely said, I'll just take a peep inside.
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I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked.
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Then the door I opened wide.
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And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace-roar, and he wore
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a smile you could see a mile, and he said, please close that door.
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It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm.
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Since I left plumb tree down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm.
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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.
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The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.
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The northern lights have seen queer sites, but the queerest they ever did see.
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Because that night on the marge of Lake La Barge, I cremated Sam McGee.
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End of poem.
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