Elizabeth Woodcock's Adventure
Mrs Elizabeth Woodcock, a resident of Impington
and wife of Daniel Woodcock, went to Cambridge market on Saturday 2nd February
1799. She sold her eggs and butter and started to return home. Her last stopping
place was The Three Tuns at the top of Castle Hill. Heavy falls of snow had already
occurred when she replenished her flask with brandy and left for home on her horse.
She was thrown from her horse in the fields to the east of Impington, and was
unable to remount. Shaken and numbed with cold she took shelter under a hawthorn
hedge. The snow drifted over her until she was completely covered. Early next
morning she heard the church bells ringing for morning service. She also heard
the voices of passers-by in the distance, but was unable to attract attention.
On the Monday she made a hole in the snow above her and made a flag of her red
handkerchief which she tied on a stick. This flag led to her discovery but not
till another week had passed.
On the following Sunday, the Parish Clerk of Impington, William Munsey, saw
the flag while out walking, discovered Mrs Woodcock, got help, and rescued her.
She had been buried under the snow for eight days, and was conscious most
of the time. She heard a church clock striking the hours, and the church bells
on two successive Sundays.
After her rescue, tragically she did not survive long. She was taken ill and
died on 24th July at the age of 43. At the end of her burial notice appears the
following note:
"She was in a state of intoxication when she was lost. Her death was accelerated
(to say the least) by spirituous liquors afterwards taken, procured by the donations
of various visitors."
News of her adventure spread around the country, and numerous engravings
of her were published at the time.
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The house in which she lived still exists opposite the Baptist Church, and
bears a circular plaque which identifies it. |
| A stone memorial was placed at the scene of her imprisonment under the snow,
but was moved to its present position when the railway was built. |
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As was typical of the time, at least one street ballad was written (thanks
to Gary Brockman for digging this out):
She was in prison, as you see
All in a cave of snow;
And she could not relieved be,
Though she was frozen so.
Ah well-a-day!
For she was all froze in with frost,
Eight days and nights, poor soul!
But when they gave her up for lost,
They found her down a hole.
Ah, well-a-day!
The verses appear in "The Every-day book and Table Book or Everlasting Calendar
of popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events,
incident to Each of the three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and present
times; forming a complete history of the year, months, and seasons, and a perpetual
key to the almamac;" ... by William Hone vol.II London, printed for Thomas
Tegg and Son, 73 Cheapside 1838. The tale of Elizabeth Woodcock is on page 175
and starts with this verse.
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