“Hurley was a marvel — with cheerful Australian profanity he perambulates alone aloft & everywhere, in the most dangerous & slippery places he can find, content & happy at all times but cursing so if he can a good or novel picture. Stands bare & hair waving in the wind, where we are gloved and helmeted, he snaps his snap or winds his handle turning out curses of delight & pictures of Life by the fathom.”

— Frank Worsley