Sir Francis Bacon was in a coach during snowfall and wondered if flesh could be preserved in snow, as well as salt. He bought a hen, gave it to a woman to disembowel it, and then preceded to stuff it with snow. Did this work? Well, he got very ill from playing around in the cold snow barehanded, but it was because of this mishap that he became martyred as the unofficial patron saint of frozen chickens!

-- Robert Lomas, Freemasonry & the Birth of Modern Science, 2002, pp 76-7

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