Category Archives: Other Voices

The end of the Endurance: “This evening, as we were lying in our tents we heard the Boss call out, ‘She’s going, boys!’” “She went down bows first, her stern raised in the air. She then gave one quick dive … Continue reading →

“We found no seals. So for diversion we got on a small piece of ice, and shoved out into the lead, paddling ourselves along with ski sticks. We were just like a couple of schoolboys doing a stupid thing just … Continue reading →

“Waking on a fine morning I feel a great longing for the smell of dewy wet grass and flowers of a Spring morning in New Zealand or England. One has very few other longings for civilization — good bread and … Continue reading →

“In order to know very minutely the differences and resemblances between all the kinds or species of one group of living things Darwin studied for eight years the “cirrhipedes,” the name give to the sea-acorns and ships’ barnacles which occur … Continue reading →

Home Thoughts, From Abroad Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the … Continue reading →

On the Sea It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often ’tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely … Continue reading →

My Star All, that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star … Continue reading →

“I have been busy since Saturday finishing the sledge for the boat & now I am building the boat up 1 foot higher & decking her in half way making her fit to carry the whole party in case we … Continue reading →

“Really, this sort of life has its attractions. I read somewhere that all a man needs to be happy is a full stomach and warmth, and I begin to think it is nearly true. No worries, no trains, no letters … Continue reading →

“On one occasion a wonderful stew made from seal meat, with two or three tins of Irish stew that had been saved from the ship, fell into the fire through the bottom of the oil drum that we used as … Continue reading →