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July 16, 2007

Mr. Bowditch Carried On without Me

One thing I didn't see in Salem, Massachusetts (I started an entry about going to Salem but haven't finished it because it's depressing) because I didn't know it was there but would have visited had I known about it is the Nathaniel Bowditch House.

Who, you are probably asking, is Nathaniel Bowditch?

Nathaniel Bowditch was a very important self-taught navigator who found some important way of determining one's location while at sea. His work The American Practical Navigator, published in 1802, is still in print (seriously--you can get it from Amazon) and is carried on all commissioned US Naval vessels.

That's not a very complete explanation, but the two sites I link to--both Wikipedia and some Salem history thing--give a more thorough, learned explanation than I could provide even if I cribbed from them extensively.

But I was able to give you a bare-bones answer in part because as I child I read, and earlier this summer I reread, the absolutely marvelous Newbery medal-winning Carry On, Mr. Bowditch by Jean Lee Latham. I reread it in part because back when Anonymous Blog Friend visited me, ABF and I visited the Flagship Niagara, which was very cool* but made both of us wonder why we have this fascination with maritime history. (Aside, of course, from the fact that Ioan Gruffudd, who plays Horatio Hornblower, is so HOT!--which actually still doesn't answer the question, because not everyone wants to watch even a hottie like Ioan portray an early 19th-century British sea captian.) And then I noticed Latham's book in the gift shop, and said, "Reading this in fourth grade or so probably has something to do with my interest in tall ships. Have you read it? It's really good."

Rereading it this summer, I still thought it was pretty good. If you want a quick intro to 18th-century navigation, try this! It's a fun little historical novel and unless you already know a lot about naval history, you'll be smarter when you finish it than you were when you started.

Bowditch grew up in Salem; I'd forgotten that connection until I saw the headstone of his first wife, Elizabeth, in the old graveyard. She died when she was only 18. I searched the Bowditch plot of Nathaniel's grave, but it wasn't there; turns out he's buried in Cambridge, which I visited the next day, but I didn't go looking for cemeteries while I was there--just Indian food and universities, all of which I found.

*One thing I just LOVE, in that "this horrifies, revolts and fascinates me" kind of way, is a video about the damage cannon fire does to a ship. When they were building the replica of the original brig, they also built an extra ship side, then took it out to the middle of nowhere, and fired cannons at it. I find the video so compelling because it makes me realize what I hadn't known before: I hadn't known about shrapnel. I mean, I knew there was this thing called shrapnel, but I didn't realize that when a cannon ball hit some great big old boat, it would cause the timber the ship was constructed from to splinter into sharp, jagged chunks of wood often bigger than baseball bats, which were hurled about with great force, and could do a lot of damage to human bodies in their path. Even an itty bitty piece of shrapnel--say, six inches long--could really freaking HURT if it went right through your lower abdomen or shoulder or face at 60 miles an hour.

Posted by holly at July 16, 2007 9:34 AM

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By spike on July 16, 2007 12:08 PM

On shrapnel damage: I have a real soft spot for James Burke, who made some popular history of science television programs back in the 1970s and 80s. On one of them, "Connections" I think, he had an episode in which he recounts some of the history of innovations in military technology and how they affected Western culture. He's pretty unblinking and in one scene, describing the Battle of Hastings I think (I really should have checked, sorry), he takes a broad sword to a side of meat to show what kind of damage it did and how. The point he makes is that Eleventh Century combat was such a nasty affair in part because you didn't really die right away; the sword maimed you because it could cut only about six inches into you and then be pulled out. So you had to die later, from your wounds.

One of the things that really bothers me about the gee-whiz vision of high tech warfare that one typically gets out of military planners and the press is the way this account suppresses bodies and what happens to bodies in combat. It's good to know that a museum would at least give some sense of what it would have been like to be under fire in one of those ships.

Thanks also for the links to Nathaniel Bowditch -- very interesting!

By Rhea on July 17, 2007 2:34 PM

I'm new here. Curious, what made you visit Salem? I live in Boston.

By Holly on July 19, 2007 9:48 PM

Hi Rhea--thanks for stopping by. The short answer to your question is that I went to Salem because I went to visit a friend in Northampton who was willing to take me to Salem, after which we visited a friend of mine in Boston. I plan to write more about the whole trip some day, I really do.

A question: how do you pronounce your name? I've known two Rheas in my life; one I knew as a child and she pronounced it Ree-ah (rhymes with Chia), and the other was a student who pronounced it Ray (rhymes with Shea, as in Shea Boulevard in Scottsdale) and was VERY offended when I got it wrong the first time.

Spike, thanks for the info on sword wounds. That's something else I hadn't thought about: in movies you usually see someone getting stabbed through belly, but probably only rapiers or the like were sharp enough to do that. It must have been incredibly gruesome.

By Broos on August 16, 2007 3:32 PM

OK, thanks for the reminder about "Carry on Mr. Bowditch." I haven't read that since I was a kid. And now I need to get a copy of the original American Practical Navigator.

The American Coast Pilot from 1796, 1800, 1822, and presumably other years, can be downloaded as PDF's, btw. The National Oceanic & Atmospheric Administration has them at http://www.noaa.gov/charts.html, or you can go straight to the PDF links under "Quick Links" at (warning! warning! shameless plug!) http://www.brooscampbell.com/index.htm

By Holly on August 18, 2007 8:12 AM

Hi Broos--thanks for stopping by. Shameless self-promotion is completely acceptable, encouraged, even, when it's too cool sites about writing and nautical stuff like yours.

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