Category Archives: Other Voices

“It was, in every sense, a forlorn hope. The Yelcho was a steel lighthouse tender of about 150 tons, originally built as an ocean-going tug. Even properly maintained, she could not survive the pack. As it was, paint had long … Continue reading →

“This morning we were awakened by a sudden rush of brains to the head of one of the participants in last night’s argument, prompting him to ejaculate in a loud voice, and at an early hour, ‘I tell yer I … Continue reading →

“It seems almost incredible, but is nonetheless a fact, that two of the men got quite talkative after their methylated spirits ‘dope’ last night. After everyone else had got their heads down, these two warriors went on arguing about the … Continue reading →

“If these orders arecabled out, Sir Ernest Shackleton (who will not like them) will spend some more cash in cabling back to this country to try and get the decision … rescinded… if Admiralty orders… are to be cabled by … Continue reading →

“Impossible to reply to your question except to say unsympathetic attitude to your material welfare on part of Mawson and [Admiral Sir Lewis] Beaumont and customary attitutde of Navy to Mercantile Marine which it seems resulted from desire of Admiralty … Continue reading →

“…still surrounded by close pack… We are pretty short of both fuel and meat but no one seems to care very much…Sir Ernest’s non-return is now openly discussed. No one likes to think that he could possibly have failed to … Continue reading →

“Shackleton was taking his disappointment very badly. As I had feared, the sight of the land to which he had counted on bringing his men…cast him into the depths of despair. For the first time in three years I saw … Continue reading →

“Last night we celebrated the second anniversary of the commissioning of the Endurance by an extra tot of methylated spirits. I had enough sugar to add to mine, and with a pinch of ginger, served out too, it was delicious. … Continue reading →

“The memories of everything up to now, flit through our minds as a chaotic, confused nightmare. The past twelve months appear to have passed speedily enough and though we have been dwelling here in a life of security for nearly … Continue reading →