The Worst Journey in the World eBook

Apsley Cherry-Garrard
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 876 pages of information about The Worst Journey in the World.

The Worst Journey in the World eBook

Apsley Cherry-Garrard
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 876 pages of information about The Worst Journey in the World.

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Copy of Note left at the Cairn, over the Bodies

November 12th, 1912.
Lat. 79 deg. 50’ S.

This Cross and Cairn are erected over the bodies of Capt.  Scott, C.V.O., R.N.; Dr. E. A. Wilson, M.B., B.A.  Cantab.; Lt.  H. R. Bowers, Royal Indian Marines.  A slight token to perpetuate their gallant and successful attempt to reach the Pole.  This they did on the 17th January 1912 after the Norwegian expedition had already done so.  Inclement weather and lack of fuel was the cause of their death.
Also to commemorate their two gallant comrades, Capt.  L. E. G. Oates of the Inniskilling Dragoons, who walked to his death in a blizzard to save his comrades, about 18 miles south of this position; also of Seaman Edgar Evans, who died at the foot of the Beardmore Glacier.

The Lord gave and the Lord taketh away.  Blessed be the name of
the Lord.

                 Relief Expedition. 
    (Signed by all members of the party.)

My diary goes on: 

Midnight, November 12-13. I cannot think that anything which could be done to give these three great men—­for great they were—­a fitting grave has been left undone.

A great cairn has been built over them, a mark which must last for many years.  That we can make anything that will be permanent on this Barrier is impossible, but as far as a lasting mark can be made it has been done.  On this a cross has been fixed, made out of ski.  On either side are the two sledges, fixed upright and dug in.

The whole is very simple and most impressive.

On a bamboo standing by itself is left the record which I have copied into this book, and which has been signed by us all.

We shall leave some provisions here, and go on lightly laden to see if we can find Titus Oates’ body:  and so give it what burial we can.

We start in about an hour, and I for one shall be glad to leave this place.

I am very very sorry that this question of the shortage of oil has arisen.  We in the First Return Party were most careful with our measurement—­having a ruler of Wright’s and a piece of bamboo with which we did it:  measuring the total height of oil in each case, and then dividing up the stick accordingly with the ruler:  and we were always careful to take a little less than we were entitled to, which was stated to me, and stated by Birdie in his depot notes, to be one-third of everything in the depot.

How the shortage arose is a mystery.  And they eleven miles from One Ton and plenty!

Titus did not show his foot till about three days before he died.  The foot was then a great size, and almost every night it would be frost-bitten again.  Then the last day at lunch he said he could go on no more—­but they said he must:  he wanted them to leave him behind in his bag.  That night he turned in, hoping never to wake:  but he woke, and then he asked their advice:  they said they must all go on together.  A thick blizzard was blowing, and he said, after a bit, “Well, I am just going outside, and I may be some time.”  They searched for him but could not find him.

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