 The legend lives on from the Chippewoam, down of the big lake they call Chukure. The lake it is said never gives up, it didn't, the skies of November turned blue. With the load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weight emptied. A big ship untrue was a bone debatured when the gales in November came early. The ship was a pride of the American side, coming back from some mill in Wisconsin. As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most with a growing good captain while seasoned.