Ramparts of Mt. Paget

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The ramparts of Mt. Paget, South Georgia Island, by Frank Hurley [image]

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When things are easy I hate it

“I have committed all sorts of crimes in thought if not always in action and dont [sic] worry much about it, yet I hate to see a child suffer or to be false in any way…I am hard also, and damnably persistent when I want anything: altogether a generally unpleasing character: I love the fight and when things [are] easy I hate it though when things are wrong I get worried. I am not going to write more in this strain I am a bit tired…and just wandering along.”

— letter to Emily Shackleton

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Nine men standing on beached sperm whale

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Nine men standing on beached sperm whale at Leith Harbour, South Georgia, 1913

“Although the results of the Dundee Antarctic Expedition of 1892-93 inevitably led to the conclusion that whaling in the Antarctic seas was not then a viable economic proposition, improvements in equipment did eventually lead to the development of a briefly thriving industry in that region. Scottish interest revived, but switched from Dundee to Leith, where three companies were involved: the New Whaling Co. (1908), the South Georgia Co. Ltd. (1909), and Christian Salvesen & Co. (1911). The South Georgia Co. established a factory at Leith Harbour in Stromness Bay, South Georgia, where this 1913 photograph shows a female cachalot or sperm whale (Physeter macrocephalus) at the flenching platform, on which it would be cut up to remove the commercially valuable parts.”

Royal Scottish Geographical Society

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Business Plan

“When I get back I will make a company for whaling here [S. Georgia], on a capital of £50,000 one can make for certain 50 to 100 thousand pounds a year net profit it is a gold mine only very few people know of it.”

— letter to Ernest Perris
written from South Georgia Island, 30 November 1914

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“Ready, lads, ready!”

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An action picture of whaling 1837; engraving by William Home Lizars, after a drawing by J Stewart

“At one bound the captain sprang to the bow of the boat, and, brandishing the lance, cried: “Ready, lads, ready!”

“The harpooner took the steering oar and, according to his commands, the sailors pulled or back-watered, pulled or back-watered again.

“The mother whale did not seem startled at our proximity: she frolicked, turned herself about and raised the little calf, tired with following her, upon her fin.

“Captain Jay, his lance poised, waited the favourable moment to strike. The moment came, and the lance transfixed, not the whale, but the calf.

“I thought at first that the captain had aimed badly, but soon I comprehended his skill and wisdom. He was aware that the first blow from the lance would not kill the mother, and that she would then fly to a distance and be lost to us; but, by killing the nursling she would be detained immovable, no matter what might be her fate; as mother she would allow herself to be killed on the spot rather than abandon her calf. That is precisely what happened. Captain Jay was able to strike at his leisure, one, two, three, ten blows. The monster floundered, spouted blood, flurried, and died, without moving any farther away than if it had been made fast by the most solid of harpoons. How admirably the power of maternal love dominates the instinct for self-preservation.

“Thus at last I was able to say I had both seen and touched a living whale, and this in the very height of the combat. So close had I been to it that I was even covered in blood..

“We planted a guidon of ownership in the back of the dead whale and returned on board to prepare the apparatus for raising it, while one of the men climbed the summit of the Olimaroa cliff to give the signal agreed upon, by means of a flag especially erected there, for the boats to return to the Asia.

“Part of the day was employed in towing the whale and in hoisting it by the tackle. The Maoris came in crowds to lend our men a hand, and by nightfall the work was accomplished. Scarcely was the last morsel of fat on deck than the native canoes darted towards the floating carcase, which they towed to the strand. It was then a spectacle at once comical and disgusting to see the mob of men, naked and armed with knives, some hanging above the animal’s flanks and others buried within its half-open side, slashing off its flesh in every direction, and choosing enormous steaks, which the women placed on the grass in the rays of the sun.

“That evening the fires of rich and poor alike were alight for the cooking of these dainty morsels. The feast began at first with cries of joy and songs improvised in honour of the whalers, while the next day the more thrifty housewives hung from the posts of their koumaras pieces of meat to be reserved for times of scarcity.”

Felix Maynard, surgeon on the French whaler Asia, as he recalls while serving in a whaleboat operating off Banks Peninsula in 1834

As recounted in: Maynard, Felix and Dumas, Alexandre. (1937). The Whalers. London: Hutchinson. pp 259-261, via
Te Aka Matua Library, Tai Awatea Knowledge Net, New Zealand government

Image via Alexander Turnbull Library National Library of New Zealand, Te Puna Matauranga o Aotearoa

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Grytviken

Grytviken, South Georgia Island. The Endurance is visible in the middle of the harbor.

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Mawson Poster

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