Martin Hartwell Story

***Chorus: Lost up in no-man's land In the Northwest Terri-tories They were lost up in no-man's land The Marten Hartwell story The Marten Hartwell story On November the 8th of '72 North of the Arctic Circle A plane took off from Cambridge Bay And the pilot's name was Hartwell He had to make it to Yellowknife Al-though the night was stormin' To save the lives of an Eskimo boy And a pregnant Eskimo woman. "Oh, Mr. Hartwell," said the nurse "I pray that you will guide us To save this woman with her child And the boy with appendi-citis." But the wind, it blew and the storm, it grew And the signal of Kan-twoita They missed by miles and flying wild They crashed beside Lake Hota. ***Chorus Now Judy Hill, the federal nurse She never lived to waken And the life of the mother and her child Were both soon after taken But the pilot woke to find himself And the Eskimo boy were livin' Left in pain be-side the plane To search the skies of heaven. Day by day the pilot lay With both his ankles broken And it took the lad everything he had To keep the fire stokin' While in the sky too far away The rescue team were seakin' A signal wave that might be traced The Hartwell's radio beacon **Chorus After nineteen days the aerial search Was said to be com-pleted Until someone cried, "They're still alive And the search must be re-peated." And the day the beep was finally heard Was the day we'll all re-member A man was found safe and sound On the 9th day of De-cember. Hartwell said he should have died At 35 below zero And the reason Hartwell did survive The boy had died a hero, "He brought me food when I couldn't move While he himself grew feeble Yes, Davy Koutouk died a saint And a credit to his people Davy Koutouk died a saint And a credit to his people." ***Chorus ***repeat last line of chorus slowly***