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Elephant Island
More than half the crew on board James Caird and Stancombe
Wills were utterly useless in getting the boats up on the beach.
A number of men had to be carried. Our spirits lifted when,
around the headland, Dudley Docker hove into view. I walked
stiffly to the waters edge to assist her.
Blackborow was lifted over the gunwale and carried
ashore. Greenstreet was next. He was lifted over the side
but was able to stand, although shaking as if with palsy.
He stumbled through the wash onto the shingle and stood
transfixed watching Green the cook who, wanting blubber
for fuel, was walking through the seals wielding a cast-iron
poker. Greenstreet approached the nearest stunned animal
and dropped to his knees. He pulled out his knife and sliced
the seal open just below the ribcage. He thrust his bare hands
through the incision up into the seals chest cavity and rested
in that position with his head embracing the seal for several
minutes, hoping to restore sensation and save his fingers.
Docker was pulled up and Green soon had a fire going in
the blubber stove. Wild, Worsley and the boss embraced. I lay
down on the bare rock some distance away. A wave of sobs
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The boss drags one of the sailors by the scruff of his neck
over rocks and onto the shingle.
Mr Orde-Lees wants every one of those penguins in a pot.
Theres a couple of hundred now, but theres about to be none
if you dont move.
Green speaks up. The aluminium cooking pots have all
gone, boss. Whoever was on watch ... a fair lot of the stores
and spare clothing have blown away in the night.
Shackletons face is dark. Only Blackborow, Hudson
and Greenstreet are excused. Every other hand, get down to
the beach.
He and Wild kick and push the sailing crew from where
they lie prostrate on the ground. Crean then leads the men
in single file along the edge of the spit to cut off the penguins
from the sea, but the penguins are already leaping, first one,
then another disappearing in the black waves.
We run now to get into them, lashing out on either side.
Careless of whether we kill or maim, we strike them down,
crack their skulls. It has dawned on us that this hellhole is now
our home; there is nothing else. Better to be a penguin in such
a place. But we are humans and we slay them. Most escape,
but some turn back and retreat up into the rookery and are
killed there.
Seventy-seven, boss, says Orde-Lees. We have seventyseven. Thats a good three or four days of food and fuel.
The fury over, the truly appalling part is now the butchering and flensing away the blubber in the freezing cold, using
small pocketknives in our bare, frostbitten hands.
Later, Shackleton assembles the whole group. This place is
named Cape Wild, in honour of the man who found it.
Its a wild bloody cape! retorts Hussey.
We could easily stay put here till the spring. As you see, there
are seals and penguins in good numbers. The glacier provides
fresh water. However, I do not propose waiting for the spring.
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the spit, all hands except those incapacitated heaved the boat
into the shallow surf. Stancomb Wills was alongside, loaded
up with ballast and supplies to be transferred into Caird once
out past the breakers. I stood on the beach with my pocket
Kodak like a tourist, trying my best to record the scene, but all
the time thinking what the caption would be: Last photograph
of the Great Shackleton maybe.
How long, boss? someone called.
Two weeks fine sailing to South Georgia is what I expect,
replied Shackleton. Once weve a ship, the six of us will come
straight back to get you all.
Lucky theres no sheelaghs wanderin the streets of
Grytviken, else Crean might fergit about us.
Too right, and McCarthy too. Doan you go feckin any
sheelaghs till youve picked us oop!
Too many bloody Oirishman on one feckin boat, if you
ask me!
They had to yell now to be heard, and excited voices carried
in the wind back to where I stood on the spit. I watched with
apprehension as the undertow grabbed the stern of Caird and
dragged her out till she was side on to the incoming waves.
Standing on the upper deck wielding the oars, Chips and Vincent
desperately tried to straighten her up. A white roller struck the
port side and Caird, without ballast, rolled ominously to starboard, throwing the hapless Chips and Vincent into the sea.
There was a collective groan from those on shore.
Soon, however, Caird was in deep water, and over successive trips Stancombe Wills loaded over a tonne of ballast and
supplies into her till she sat down neatly in the water with just
two feet of freeboard. I took another shot of the men in the foreground on the waters edge with their backs to me, arms raised
as they waved to the ever-more-tiny boat, which all too soon
disappeared below the swells on its way to the horizon. I hoped
this simple shot of the farewell to our rescue mission might one
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day become famous for the right reasons. As things turned out,
of all the days for the Irish it was Easter Sunday, 24 April 1916.
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and I had to barge into the hut in the pitch-black and sleep
where I could. No tent could survive on the exposed spit and
I was forced to make my home with all the others in what
became known as the Snuggery.
Just two weeks later, on a rare day with sunshine, Wild finds
me studying the horizon.
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The sun does not stay around long. Within a few days we are
being lashed by winds gusting up to eighty miles an hour from
the west-south-west. The ice in the bay is blown offshore and
the waves whip up and send a constant shower of sea spray
across the spit. There is no shelter outside and we are driven
into the Snuggery, where only a few can cluster around the
bogie stove and the rest lie in sleeping bags all day, trying to
get warm. The constant babble and arguments about space are
quite draining. Even in the daytime, the light in the Snuggery
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The weather stays bad and there is nothing for it but to stay
all day in ones sleeping bag. The sailors on the mezzanine
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Shortly afterwards, the flap opens and an exhausted OrdeLees crawls inside, looking very pleased with himself. But his
expression soon changes. Oh my Lord, what is this then?
Who has done this to my bed?
There is silence.
What beastly scoundrels have left this bloody mess across
my bedding?
Those skinning the gentoos have been stacking the blubber
strips on Orde-Leess sleeping bag.
Wild, who has done this? My bag was wet enough, but
now it is putrid! Wild looks up but says nothing.
Who is responsible for fouling my bedding? Orde-Lees
demands.
He is met with less-than-helpful responses.
If the smell keeps you awake, then the rest of us can sleep.
Aye, and you wouldnt want the feckin penguin blubber
dirtyin the nice stone floor.
The sailors are rabble enough but I would not want to be
Orde-Lees; his fortunes take a turn for the worse the next day.
Ive sacked the colonel as store master, Wild tells me. The
crew think he is smuggling supplies. They say theyve seen him
taking things and heard him eating sugar in his bag at night.
I cant believe hed be that foolish. The bastards should be
happy if hes not snoring.
Well, Im bringing in the sugar and milk powder and nut
food to keep alongside me. Lees kept an inventory and there
doesnt seem to be anything missing. But I cant change what
the crew believe, so hes sacked. Its best for him really.
A few days later, Wild, who is usually so calm, loses his
temper with Orde-Lees over the bartering in food. This has
become rife and is generally tolerated to deal with likes and
dislikes. Orde-Lees, however, is a hoarder, and has built
up a stash of goodies in the bottom of his sleeping bag. He
now acts like the Bank of England. Stephenson is loud in
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June is a dismal time for us. It is too cold to be outside for any
length of time. The men spend the whole day lying in their
sleeping bags. Relieving oneself outside is avoided. Instead,
there is a two-gallon petrol can which most of the men urinate
into. But the sailors are careless and unsanitary and spillages
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Wilds orders are that every man except those invalided must
have an hours exercise outside each day. Wild and I have just
turned at the end of the spit on one of our many laps when we
are joined by McIlroy and Macklin.
Frank, says McIlroy, the gangrene markings on Blackborow are quite clear now. We should wait no longer.
Blackborow has asked us to operate, says he feels up to it.
Could he wait just a week or two? The boss promised hed
get him to a hospital.
Macklin and I think he will have more chance if we
amputate now, here, in the Snuggery. Frank, he may not make
it back anyhow. But he wont last the winter unless the gan
grenous tissues are removed now.
Do you have whats needed?
Theres enough chloroform to knock him out for an hour,
and we can boil up the instruments. But we want the whole mob
out of the Snuggery. Hudson and Greenstreet will have to stay
inside. Hurley, can you work on the stove to keep the temperature up without smoking us out? It has to be warm enough so
chloroform will vaporise, at least fifty degrees.
In the Snuggery an operating table is constructed out of
Streimers nut food boxes and covered in blankets that dont
look too clean. Blackborow is lifted up and given a wash. He
is just a young boy and this morning he is excited and wont
stop talking.
Do you think the Streimers bars really are German? Not
very patriotic, is it, the boss bringing so much of it? I like it
anyhow, German or not.
Meanwhile, I am stoking the fire and selecting the best
pieces of penguin skin I can find, each with just a good
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the boss and crew of James Caird, the King and, of course,
wives and sweetheartsthough, he adds, I have neither.
Then our concert begins, with each man sitting upright
in his sleeping bag and singing or reciting some doggerel he
has memorised for the occasion. Orde-Lees bears the brunt
of the wit. Macklin, a learned doctor, is surprisingly vicious
towards him. The two had fought over space in the Snuggery
and had to be separated. Macklin reads aloud a cruel verse
he has composed, The Colonels Lament. If it were me
I would not have let Macklin finish, but Orde-Lees just
shakes his head and mutters, Oh, dear me. As it happens,
I have composed a piece which makes fun of Orde-Lees for
his snoring and Macklin for his farting, but at least I have
been even-handed.
Despite the abuse, Orde-Lees does nothing to curb his
night-time snoring. He is regularly kicked and punched awake
from his noisy slumbers, and I confess I have thrown stones at
him if the tempest fails to drown him out. One evening Wild
has to intervene before violence erupts.
Thats enough. Now, Colonel, here is how we restore
peace. In the evening you will wear this rope looped around
your arm. Hurley will help me rig up some eyelets along the
roof to my bunk. If you are causing offence, I will pull until
you stop. If it turns out you are not the offender, then you are
relieved of the rope for the rest of the night.
Amazingly, Orde-Lees agrees to this and the rope is fitted
into place, but still this does not satisfy the sailors. Put it
round his feckin neck! they cry.
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There are men waiting at the bottom of the cliff. Most of the
gentoos are dead or unconscious. The men finish them off.
June comes to an end with no sign of rescue. Inside the
Snuggery, I cant avoid hearing the talk.
Wild said the boss would be here by now.
It can only mean one thing.
Did you really think a wee cockleshell of a boat could sail
hundreds of miles in those seas?
Youve seen the feckin waves, man, some are moren
eighty feet high.
But if anyone could do it, the boss and the skipper could.
Well why aint they here then?
The boss wouldnt give up. They had food for a month
or longer.
They didna hae water for a month, I know that. You
believe what you like.
Wild intervenes. Stop that rubbish talk, you lot. Your
brains must be frozen. Say the boss does take until June to
reach Grytviken. He wont want to take the risk of coming
here and getting stuck in ice in an iron whaler. He knows he
needs a wooden boat and you know there are nonesuch in
South Georgia. So wheres he going to get one? Well I suppose
he could try the Falklands, but hell be wanting Aurora, which
has to come all the way from New Zealand. So he has to
cable, but theres no cable in South Georgia, so he has to go
to the Falklands anyways. Its at best seven weeks passage
from New Zealand to here, so that would mean the end of
July. So for Gods sake give it a rest!
It is only a few weeks later, as I am lying in my sleeping
bag reading Nordenskjlds account of his ship being trapped
in the Weddell Sea ice, that our forced hibernation is disturbed
by the sound of a loud cannon firing.
Ship! cries one voice then another, and there is a mad
scramble for the tent flap.
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powder has all gone and the last of our Streimers nut food will
be gone in a week.
The following Saturday, our regular toasts are accompanied by our final ration of methylated spirits, a tablespoon
each. Wild is particularly mournful at this. We have two cases
of Bovril rations left for making hoosh, along with some sugar
cubes. There are still twenty-two mouths to feed.
Three or four days later, in the middle of a violent storm,
I am startled by Orde-Lees bursting through the Snuggery
entrance.
Gentoos! he cries. Lots of them! Wild, I can lead a party
and get them now before they go.
Wild looks up. Where, Colonel? Where and how many?
About thirty, I should say, on the rocks at the foot of
the hill.
Show us, Colonel. Hoyle, will you come too?
Outside it is bitter, but worse than that is the heavy drenching rain. My Burberry is almost worn through in parts and,
while effective against snow, it is useless once wet.
We are lifted and virtually blown to the waters edge, where
we see a group of penguins huddled close together above the
rock platform at the base of the cliff.
Wild says, No, Colonel, Im not sending men out in this.
Wait till the weathers better.
But theyll be gone by morning, Orde-Lees protests.
Its a good sign, but we should soon start to see seals.
Im damned if Im going to slaughter thirty penguins when one
seal will give us five times the amount of meat and blubber.
Leave them be, Colonel. Im giving the penguins a day off.
With that Wild was gone.
You would have had to gut them yourself in the rain.
I have to yell my consolation to Orde-Lees to be heard.
No one was going to come out in this.
Ive done it before.
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I know, but why should you? Dont say you dont feel
the cold.
Feel the cold! Is that all you feel, Hurley? Do you know
how close to the edge things are here? I thought you would
know about starvation. What do you think is holding things
together here? Its not Wild. The men dont respect him like
they did the boss. And its not Gods law! Theres no religion
holding things together on this island. The only thing that
counts with those sailors is food in their bellies. Thats all they
think about. Run out of food and theyll turn into cannibals.
Ive heard them talk about me. Im the one whos going to
meet with an accident. I understand that.
Nonsense, I say and turn to head back in.
Hurley, its Wild who let the larder run down, but its me
that will pay. Its me they want!
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