I scanned her poem about the Savanna disaster and she lists 6 men initially
*Charlie Parsons (C.W. b 4 Nov 1861) source: Savanna Cemetery per Find-A-Grave;
*Willie Barns (Barnes; b 22 Feb 1859)
Tom Jared - not on Memorial wall, only a Jared Miles - dates unknown (listed
Then a further 13 killed in recovering those bodies:
*James Ward (b 20 Oct 1848, Poynton, England) source: Savanna Cemetery
*Patrick Fagan (b 26 Nov 1858, Dalry Scotland) source: Ancestry.com, &
*Pat Glaney (Patrick Glancy b 13 Aug 1856, Scotland) source: Find-a-Grave
*James McInnes (b 12 Jan 1849, Lanarkshire, Scotland) source: Savanna
Cemetery per Find-A-Grave and http://genealogytrails.com/oka/pittsburg/hist_coalmines.html
(on Memorial wall as McInnis)
*These names on Fallen Miners's Memorial Wall in McAlester
Poem by M. Snodgrass follows
It was ten oclock at night
When this dreadful thing befell
The camp was wrapped in slumber
When there came the blast of hell.
We knew 't was an explosion;
Oh, Heaven, the No 2!
And men are buried there alive.
Oh God, what can we do?
The engine house was all in flames
T was fearful to be seen.
They drove the people back in crowds,
They feared the magazine.
The engineer stood at his post.
With fire above, around,
Until the whistle, three times blown,
Gave its last warning sound.
Hundreds stood in biting frost
For hours, to watch the fire.
Women mourning for their lost
All anxious to enquire---
For news of those in No. 2;
Men in a living grave,
Whom willing hands, and anxious hearts
But sought a way to save.
Who are the fatal six?
Was asked in awe-struck tones.
Hugh Dooly, Charlie Parsons
Bert French and Davie Jones.
Poor Willie Barns, Tom Jared, too;
Oh, what is to be done?
The slope is closed, to reach the men
We must go through No. 1.
Ten men, whom we should honor,
While heroes we admire;
Unheeding dangers warning
The deadly damp and fire,
Went down the slopebut six returned
This tale of woe to tell Their comrades brave,
oerpowered with damp,
Lay dying where they fell.
My tale of horror is not done;
Unroll your parchment, Fame---
Eight other names which I now tell,
A place their own will claim.
George Hills aged fathers warning fell
Upon unheeding ears,
He scorned his wifes sad pleadings---
Mocked at his childrens fears.
Jack Williams little orphan girls,
Did he forget them? No.
But he went with Tommie Needham
To the black death below.
Poor Billie Hudsons wife may weep---
As many parents, sister, brother;
James Wards four children mourn his fate
With their heart broken mother.
Robert Millers wife and babes----
But oh his mother dear;
This boy she loved so fondly,
This boy whose word of cheer,
Always spoken, when from work
He passed her door at night;
Her heart is broken, death alone
Can set sorrow right.
Pat Fagans wife pleaded piteously.
You are sick and weak, you know,
Oh, stay at home, or youll go in.
But the boss told him to go.
Tom Daniels wife, and children five,
Believed him safe and well.
When hed been hours lying dead
In that black pit of hell.
These twelve men died in No. 1;
Alas! They died in vain!
Of the six men killed in No. 2
Not one did they regain.
In these fatal mines, eighteen lay dead,
Eleven widows mourn-----
And thirty orphans weep the sires
Who never will return.
And gentle Christ, we do believe,
Thou wilt be kind to them,
From fellow feeling, if no more,
For they, too, died for men
April seventh, two more found
And in waiting coffins placed;
Men say we cannot see them---
They cannot be washed or dressed.
Burt French and Willie Burns, poor boys,
Are done with lifes sad bother;
Place Burt beside the other men,
Lay Willie by his mother.
How Willies poor, old father,
Will weep his youngest born.
Sisters dear, and brothers, too
His sad, sad fate will mourn.
Good Friday mourn, Hugh, Dooly
And David Jones were found,
The open graves stood ready,
They were soon beneath the ground.
But, oh! The breaking hearts,
Davids wife and children small;
And kindly strangers friends,
Who mourn poor Doolys fall.
Twas Dooly whom Tom Needham
Said hed find or die in trying.
Oh, friends! All honor to them,
They were buddies een in dying.
How on Good Friday evening,
From that black death below,
The last two are recovered!
But their faces none may know.
Miles Jareds wife in anguish,
Shrieked aloud in her despair,
And her baby boy was frightened
The grief he could not share.
Mrs. Parsons, twice bereaved,
By explosions in this place,
For one moment looked on Charlie
Saw his poor distorted face.
Pat Glaneys waiting bride
Will never see him more;
He fell with James McInnis*
Beside that fatal door.
Mike Kelleys lovely wife now grieves,
With helpless children three.
Poor Freddie Bartz fell with them ----
Oh, God, the misery!
Now who will volunteer?
We may find them still alive.
Nine men responded to the call----
Of the nine, but two survived!
And still the summons came
For other men to go.
And did not in vain,
Til twelve lay dead below.
You may call these men fool-hardy
Aye, say, as some have said,
They should have known better,
Have known the men were dead.
I call them heroes, and Id ask
To leave here for my heirs,
To crown a life of honest toil,
No prouder name than theirs.
Now, comrades brave their bodies sought,
And many ----scarce alive----
Were borne out to quickly return
As soon as theyd revive.
Twelve bodies have been carried out,
At risk of precious lives.
Twelve graves stand open, and around
Are parents, children, wives.
Comrades, friends and neighbors,
Hundreds from far away;
Weve never had a funeral
So sad as this to-day.
We neer before such sights have seen,
And may we not again,
Three thousand people, men do say,
Were in that funeral train.
Odd Fellows, Knights of Labor,
And Knights of Pythias, too,
Followed their brave comrades;
And gave them honor due.
O, sad, sad day! April sixth,
Eighteen eighty seven,
Savanna laid her heroes down,
God rest their souls in heaven.
God Pity all the mourners!
And all who here do dwell;
For mark my word, in this weve heard
Savannas funeral knell.
The shades of night are falling,
As with a mournful sound;
The clods fall on the coffin lids
As we stand in silence round.
Earth to earth, and is this all?
Oh, friends! It cannot be.
There surely is some recompense
In Gods eternity.
Now honor to our heroes dead,
Who died their friends to save!
Honor to the fated six,
Seeking bread they found a grave!
And honor to the living,
The men of sterling worth,
Whether of Savanna or McAlister,
Who brought the bodies forth.
For many from our sister town
Did risk their lives that day;
Like brothers, with our men went down,
And brought the dead away.
And honor! We will give
To the bosses, one and all,
Who did not shirk the fearful work,
But went at dutys call.