Monthly Archives: June 2016

Why have they not returned…?

Posted on June 30, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“It sometimes seems that Sir Ernest and his comrades in that wee 22ft boat can never have accomplished the tremendous voyage they embarked upon, and if peradventure they have succeeded, why have they not returned with a ship to rescue … Continue reading →

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Penguins, Gnomon Rock

Posted on June 28, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“The sea is quite calm, which is a bad omen, and what looks like a line of ice on the horizon is a worse one. A seal made quite a little pretence at trying to land. Had we a little … Continue reading →

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The most irritating, inveterate snorer

Posted on June 27, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“I often elect to sit up during the night and read for several hours if it is not altogether too cold. My comrades strongly approve of my doing so, for they do not cease to remind me daily that I … Continue reading →

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The wear and tear of this period was dreadful

Posted on June 27, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“The wear and tear of this period was dreadful. To Shackleton it was little less than maddening. Lines scored themselves on his face more deeply day by day; his thick, dark, wavy hair was becoming silver. He had not had … Continue reading →

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The letters A, E, M, P, and S only

Posted on June 23, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“We fortunately brought five volumes of Encyclopaedia Brittanica along with us and one or two fellows brought poetry books on their own, so that we have something to read and, by exchanging, can always get a change, though personally I … Continue reading →

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22 June 1916: Midwinter’s Feast

Posted on June 22, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“The great day has at last arrived and who will blame us if we abandon ourselves to an orgy of gluttony? If we are ever to be rescued, we all heartily hope it won’t be this day, or at least … Continue reading →

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With face much wind-burned, square of chin

Posted on June 21, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“Of average height, broad in the shoulder, deep in the chest, with face much wind-burned, square of chin, with heavy brow overarching deep-set grey-blue eyes telling a tale of strain and constant care, but brightening not seldom with joviality and … Continue reading →

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A particularly heartless piece of poetry

Posted on June 17, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“There’s Lees the awful pessimist / who treads upon your toes, / gets in the way and every day / recites his tales of woes.” — Leonard Hussey “Hussey, our waglet, has made up a particularly heartless piece of poetry, … Continue reading →

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Amputation

Posted on June 15, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“Dr McIlroy’s patient, Blackborrow, who has been treated for a frostbitten foot since the boat journey—eight weeks ago—had to be operated on today, the toes of the left foot having to be amputated at their junction with the foot. All … Continue reading →

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Snow Petrels

Posted on June 9, 2016 by Ernest Shackleton

“A number of snow petrels have settled on the beach, nestling down into the snow. This is so unusual that it must foretell some change in the weather, we think, very likely, a blizzard. They are very tame. I killed … Continue reading →

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