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  THE LAST SECRETS

  The Final Mysteries of Exploration


  By JOHN BUCHAN



  THOMAS NELSON AND SONS, LTD.
  LONDON, EDINBURGH, AND NEW YORK




  _First Impression, September 1923_


  PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN AT
  THE PRESS OF THE PUBLISHERS




  TO THE MEMORY OF
  BRIG.-GEN. CECIL RAWLING, C.M.G., C.I.E.
  WHO FELL AT THE THIRD BATTLE OF YPRES
  AN INTREPID EXPLORER
  A GALLANT SOLDIER
  AND THE BEST OF FRIENDS




PREFACE

The first two decades of the twentieth century will rank as a most
distinguished era in the history of exploration, for during them many
of the great geographical riddles of the world have been solved.
This book contains a record of some of the main achievements.  What
Nansen said of Polar exploration is true of all exploration; its
story is a "mighty manifestation of the power of the Unknown over the
mind of man."  The Unknown, happily, will be always with us, for
there are infinite secrets in a blade of grass, and an eddy of wind,
and a grain of dust, and human knowledge will never attain that
finality when the sense of wonder shall cease.  But to the ordinary
man there is an appeal in large, bold, and obvious conundrums, which
is lacking in the _minutiæ_ of research.  Thousands of square miles
of the globe still await surveying and mapping, but most of the
exploration of the future will be the elucidation of details.  The
main lines of the earth's architecture have been determined, and the
task is now one of amplifying our knowledge of the groyning and
buttresses and stone-work.  There are no more unvisited forbidden
cities, or unapproached high mountains, or unrecorded great rivers.

  "The world is disenchanted; oversoon
  Must Europe send her spies through all the land."

It is in a high degree improbable that many geographical problems
remain, the solving of which will come upon the mind with the
overwhelming romance of the unveilings we have been privileged to
witness.  The explorer's will still be a noble trade, but it will be
a filling up of gaps in a framework of knowledge which we already
possess.  The morning freshness has gone out of the business, and we
are left with the plodding duties of the afternoon.

Some of the undertakings described in these pages have not been
completed.  The foot of man has not yet stood on the last snows of
Everest, or on the summit of Carstensz.  One notable discovery I have
not dealt with--the great Turfan Depression in the heart of Central
Asia, far below the sea level, the existence of which was first
established by the Russian, Roborowski, before the close of last
century, and the details of which have been described by Sir Aurel
Stein in his _Ruins of Desert Cathay_ and _Serindia_.  But Sir
Aurel's interest was chiefly in the antiquities of the place, and the
more strictly geographical results have not yet been given to the
world.  Today, if we survey the continents, we find nothing of which
the main features have not been already expounded.  The Amazon basin
might be regarded as an exception, and only a little while ago men
dreamed of discovering among the wilds of the Bolivian frontier the
remains, perhaps even the survival, of an ancient civilization.  It
would appear that these dreams are baseless.  The late President
Roosevelt did, indeed, succeed in putting upon the map a new river,
the Rio Roosevelt, 1,500 kilometres long, of which the upper course
was entirely unknown, and the lower course explored only by a few
rubber collectors--a river which is the chief affluent of the
Madeira, which is itself the chief affluent of the Amazon.  But now
all the tributaries have been traced, and though there is much
unexplored ground in the Amazon valley, it consists of forest tracts
lying between the rivers, all more or less alike in their general
character, and with nothing to repay the explorer except their flora
and fauna.  Africa is now an open book, even though many parts have
been little travelled.  The map of Asia alone holds one blank patch
which may well be the last of the great secrets--the Desert of
Southern Arabia, which lies between Yemen and Oman, 800 by 500 miles
of waterless sands.  Long ago there were routes athwart it, and
hidden in its recesses some great news may await the traveller.  But
its crossing will be a hazardous affair for whoever undertakes it,
since he will have to lean upon the frail reed of milk camels for
food and transport.  For the rest, the problems are now of survey and
scientific enquiry rather than of exploration in the grand manner.

I have many acknowledgments to make.  My thanks are due in the first
place to Mr. Charles Turley Smith, who has contributed the chapters
on Arctic and Antarctic Exploration, subjects on which he is
specially equipped to write; and, in order to put the conquest of the
two Poles in its proper light, has supplied a sketch of the long
story of Polar exploration.  I am deeply indebted to Mr. Arthur R.
Hinks, the Secretary, and to Mr. Edward Heawood, the Librarian, of
the Royal Geographical Society for their help and advice.  I have
also to express my thanks to Messrs. Constable and Company for
permission to reproduce illustrations and to quote from works
published by them; to Major G. H. Putnam and Messrs. Seeley, Service,
and Company for the same kindness; to Major F. M. Bailey, C.I.E., the
British Political Officer in Sikkim, for the story of the Brahmaputra
Gorges; and to my friends of the Mount Everest Committee for their
assent to my use of their beautiful photographs of that mountain.

J. B.




CONTENTS

I. Lhasa

II. The Gorges of the Brahmaputra

III. The North Pole

IV. The Mountains of the Moon

V. The South Pole

VI. Mount McKinley

VII. The Holy Cities of Islam

VIII. The Exploration of New Guinea

IX. Mount Everest




LIST OF PLATES

The Summit of Mount Everest ... _Frontispiece_

View of the Potala Monastery at Lhasa, with the Chortan in the
foreground

Ruwenzori from the Hill near Kaibo

The Valley to the West of Mount Baker

Mount McKinley: View of the Southern Approach

The Summit of Mount McKinley

View of Medina

View of Mecca

New Guinea Canoes

New Guinea Pygmies contrasted with ordinary Natives

The _massif_ of Mount Everest

The Chang La from the Lhakpa La, with Mount Everest on the left



LIST OF MAPS

The Expedition to Lhasa

The Gorges of the Brahmaputra

North Polar Regions

The Peaks and Valleys of Ruwenzori

The Route to Ruwenzori

South Polar Regions

Mount McKinley

Wavell's Journey to Mecca

The Exploration of New Guinea

The Route of the Mount Everest Expedition




I

LHASA




LHASA

(_Map_, p. 24.)

Till the summer of 1904 if one had been asked what was the most
mysterious spot on the earth's surface the reply would have been
Lhasa.  It was a place on which no Englishman had cast an eye for a
hundred years and no white man for more than half a century.  In our
prosaic modern world there remained one city among the clouds about
which no tale was too strange for belief.  The greatest of mountain
barriers shut it off from the south, and on the north it was guarded
by leagues of waterless desert.  Explorer after explorer had set out
on the quest, but all had stopped short before the golden roofs of
the sacred city could be seen from any hill-top.  Even in early days
the place had never been explored, for the visitors had been
jealously watched and hurried quickly away.  In the Potala might be
treasures of a culture long hidden to the world, lost treatises of
Aristotle, unknown Greek poems, relics, perhaps, of the mystic
kingdom of Kubla Khan, riches of gold and jewels drawn from the four
corners of Asia.....

And then suddenly in 1904 we went there, not as apologetic travellers
taken by side paths, but as an armed force marching along the highway
to the very heart of the mystery, and letting loose at once upon the
world a flood of accurate knowledge.  For a moment we were carried
centuries away from high politics and every modern invention, and
were back in the great ages of discovery: with the Portuguese in
their quest for Ophir or Prester John, or with Raleigh looking for
Manoa the Golden.  It was impossible for the least sentimental to
avoid a certain regret for the drawing back of that curtain which had
meant so much to the imagination of mankind.  The shrinkage of the
world goes on so fast, our horizon grows so painfully clear, that the
old untiring wonder which cast its glamour over the ways of our
predecessors is vanishing from the lives of their descendants.  With
the unveiling of Lhasa fell the last stronghold of the older romance.



I

Tibet had always been a forbidden land, and, as a rule, adventurers
only penetrated its fringes.  Somewhere about the year 1328 a certain
Friar Odoric of Pordenone, travelling from Cathay, is said to have
entered Lhasa; and in the middle of the sixteenth century, Fernao
Mendes Pinto may have reached it.  In 1661 the Jesuits, Grueber and
D'Orville, made a journey from Peking to Lhasa, and thence by way of
Nepal into India.  In the early part of the eighteenth century there
was a temporary unveiling, and a Capuchin Mission was established in
the Holy City.  Various Jesuits also reached the place, notably one
Desideri; and in 1730 came Samuel Van der Putte, a Doctor of Laws of
Leiden, who stayed long enough to learn the language.  In 1745 the
Capuchin Mission came to an end, and the curtain descended.  In 1774
George Bogle of the East India Company was in Tibet on a mission from
Warren Hastings, but the first Englishman did not reach Lhasa till
1811, when Thomas Manning, of Caius College, Cambridge, a friend of
Charles Lamb, arrived and stayed for five months on his unsuccessful
journey from Calcutta to Peking.  Till 1904 Manning was the solitary
Englishman who was known for certain to have entered the sacred city,
though there was a tale of one William Moorcroft reaching the place
in 1826, and living there for twelve years in disguise.  In 1844 the
French missionaries, Huc and Gabet, reached Lhasa from China, and
recorded their experiences in one of the most delightful of all books
of travel.  They were the last Europeans to have the privilege up to
the entry of the British army.  But throughout the last half of the
nineteenth century Indian natives in the Government service were
employed in the survey of Tibet, men of the type of the Babu whom Mr.
Kipling has described in _Kim_.  The whole business was kept strictly
secret.  The agents were known only by the letters of the alphabet,
and when they crossed the Tibetan borders they were aware that they
had passed beyond the protection of the British Raj.  More than one
reached Lhasa by fantastic routes, with the result that the Indian
Government had accurate information about the city filed in its
archives, while the world at large knew the place only from the story
of Huc and Gabet, and from the drawing of the Potala made by Grueber
in the seventeenth century.

Of the later European travellers none reached the capital.  Mr.
Littledale in 1895 was not stopped by the Tibetan authorities till he
was within fifty miles of the city, and Sven Hedin in 1901 got within
fourteen days of Lhasa from the north.  But meantime events were
happening which were to impel the Government of India to interfere
more actively in Tibetan policy than by merely sending native agents
to collect news.  The traditional policy was to preserve Tibet as a
sanctuary, but a sanctuary is only a sanctuary if all the neighbours
combine to hold it inviolate.

In 1903 the position of Britain and Tibet was like that of a big boy
at school who is tormented by an impertinent youngster.  He bears it
for some time, but at last is compelled to administer chastisement.
The Convention of 1890 and the Trade Regulations of 1893 were
outraged by the Tibetans in many of their provisions; our letters of
protest were returned unopened; and, since news travels fast upon the
frontier, our protected peoples began to wonder what made the British
Raj so tolerant of ill-treatment.  This was bad enough for our
prestige in the East, but the danger became acute when we discovered
that the Dalai Lama was in treaty with Russia, and that an avowed
Russian agent, one Dorjieff, was in residence at his court.  The two
powers in Lhasa were the Dalai Lama, who speedily fell under Russian
influence, and the Tsong-du, or Council, composed of representatives
of the great priestly caste, who suspected all innovations, and were
in favour of maintaining the traditional policy of exclusion against
Russia and Britain alike.  China, though the nominal suzerain, was
impotent, her Viceroy, the Amban, being partially insulted by both
parties.

In these circumstances Britain could only make her arrangements by
going direct to headquarters.  Dorjieff had played his cards with
great skill, and seemed to be winning everywhere.  The Dalai Lama was
wholly with him, and had received from the Tsar a complete set of
vestments of a Bishop of the Greek Church.  The Russian monarch was
recognized as a Bodisat incarnation, representing no less a person
than Tsong-kapa, the Luther of Lamaism; and Russia was popularly
believed to be a Buddhist Power, or, at any rate, the sworn protector
of the Buddhist faith.  It is difficult to overestimate the
significance of these doings; but at the same time Russian influence
was rather potential than actual.  The Cossacks who accompanied Sven
Hedin were headed off from the Holy City as vigorously as any English
explorer, and the tales of arming with Russian rifles which filtered
through to India were rather intelligent anticipations than records
of facts.

There were thus two parties in Tibet pulling against each other, but
both in different ways hostile to our interests.  The Dalai Lama and
Dorjieff favoured a departure from the traditional Tibetan policy in
favour of Russia.  The Tsong-du and the Lamaist hierarchy in general
were all for exclusion, but in their wilfulness declined to observe
treaties or behave with neighbourly honesty.  This internal strife,
which alone made possible the success of our expedition, also made
its dispatch inevitable, for neither party was prepared to listen to
any argument but force.  Few enterprises have ever been undertaken by
Britain more unwillingly, and her decision was only arrived at under
the compulsion of stark necessity.  There were many who reprobated
what they assumed to be a violation of the sacred places of an
ancient, pure, and pacific religion.  But there was no need for
compunction on that score, since Lamaism was the grossest perversion
of Buddhism in all Asia.  Spiritually it had more kinship with the
aboriginal devil-worship of Tibet than the gentle creed of Gautama.
Practically it was a political tyranny of monks, who battened upon a
mild and industrious population and ruled them with coarse
theological terrors.  Our reception by the monasteries was
sufficiently gruff; but to the common people we came rather in the
guise of friends.

In July, 1903, Colonel Younghusband, as he then was, Mr. White, and
Captain O'Connor went to Khamba Jong, a place in Southern Tibet, just
north of Sikkim.  There they met the Abbot of Tashilhunpo and certain
emissaries from Lhasa, but nothing could be done; and, with the
concurrence of the Indian Office, it was arranged that a Mission
should go to Gyangtse, the chief town of Southern Tibet, accompanied
by a small escorting force.  While troops were being collected, the
Commissioner, Colonel Younghusband, went to Tuna, on the bleak plain
above the Tang La, where he waited through three weary winter months.
Meanwhile General Macdonald, a soldier who had had a distinguished
record in Central Africa, took up his quarters at Chumbi, while Major
Bretherton, the chief transport and supply officer, accumulated
stores in that valley and prepared the line of communications.  Those
were anxious months of waiting for the Mission, for the Tibetans were
in force in the neighbourhood, and daily threatened to attack the
small post; but nothing happened till the escort joined them in the
end of March, 1904, and all things were ready for the advance.

[Illustration: The Expedition to Lhasa.]

It is worth while looking back upon the road to Tuna from the plains
of Bengal, surely one of the most wonderful of the Great North Roads
of the world.  At Siliguri the little toy railway to Darjeeling runs
up the hill-side; but the path for the troops lay along the gorge of
the Teesta River, through forests of sal and gurjun, which give place
in turn to teak and bamboo, till the altitude increases and the
tree-fern and rhododendron take their places, and at last the pines
are reached and the fringe of the snows is near.  From the glorious
sub-tropical vegetation of Gangtok, the capital of Sikkim, the road
runs through difficult ravines till it passes the tree-line at Lagyap
and climbs over the frozen summit of the Natu La.  From this point
Tibet is visible, with the majestic snows of Chumulhari hanging like
a cloud in the north.  Then you descend to the Chumbi valley, the
Debatable Land of Tibet, where stands Ta-Karpo, the great White Rock
which recalls a famous passage in the Odyssey.  Right under
Chumulhari and just south of the Tang La, lies Phari Jong, the first
of the minor Tibetan fortalices, which looks as if it were a bad copy
of some European model.  A little farther and you are over the pass
and on the great plateau of Tuna, where icy winds blow from the hills
and drive the gritty soil in blizzards about the traveller.  There
are few places in the world where in so short a time so complete a
climatic and scenic change can be experienced.



II

On the 31st March the expedition left Tuna; and after an unfortunate
encounter with the Tibetans, which cost the latter many lives, and in
which Mr. Edmund Candler, the distinguished war correspondent, was
wounded, the enemy made a further stand at Red Idol Gorge.  Nothing
of importance, however, occurred till the town of Gyangtse was
reached and occupied without a shot.  Very soon it became apparent
that no more could be done here than at Khamba Jong, and the
Government of India were obliged to sanction a farther advance to
Lhasa.  For this preparations must be made; so the Commissioner, with
a small escort, took up his quarters at Gyangtse, while General
Macdonald returned to Chumbi for reinforcements.  The jong was found
to be deserted, but, unfortunately, was neither held nor destroyed,
the Mission residing in the plain below.

At first the waiting among those iris-clad meadows was pleasant and
idyllic enough; the country people brought abundant supplies, and
members of the staff rode through the neighbourhood and had tea with
various dignitaries of the Church; but early in May things took a
turn for the worse.  It was reported that the Tibetans were
fortifying the Karo La, the next pass on the Lhasa road; and, since
it is the first principle of frontier warfare to strike quickly,
Colonel Brander was dispatched with the larger part of the garrison
to disperse them.  He performed the task with conspicuous success,
and the incident is remarkable for one of the strangest pieces of
fighting in our military history.  It was necessary to enfilade a
sangar in which the enemy was ensconced, and a native officer,
Wassawa Singh, with twelve Gurkhas, was detached for the work.  They
climbed by means of cracks and chimneys up a 1,500 feet cliff--an
exploit which would have done credit to any Alpine club, even if the
climbers had not been cumbered with weapons, exposed to fire, and
labouring at a height of nearly 19,000 feet.

During the engagement disquieting news arrived from Gyangtse that the
jong had been reoccupied by the enemy and that the Mission was
undergoing a continuous bombardment.  Colonel Brander hurried back,
to find that the world had moved fast in his absence, and that there
was a new type of Tibetan army to be faced--a type possessed of both
dash and persistence, with some notion of strategy, and with guns
which, at short range, could do real execution.  So began the
blockade of the Mission house; an imperfect blockade, for the
telegraph wires remained intact, the mail was delivered with fair
regularity, and the besieged endured no special privations.  "The
honours," says Mr. Perceval Landon,* "were pretty evenly divided.
Neither the Tibetans nor we were able to storm the other's defences;
a mutual fusillade compelled each side to protect its occupants by an
elaborate system of traverses; and straying beyond the narrow tracts
of the fortifications was, on either side, severely discouraged by
the other."


* _Lhasa_, by Perceval Landon.


An attempt to cut our communications failed, and by the capture of
Pala the garrison greatly strengthened its position.  Our troops had
an experience of the type of fighting which has scarcely been known
since the great sackings of the Thirty Years' War.  In an upland
country we expect attacks on fortified hilltops, and long-range
encounters, such as we saw in South Africa.  But in an episode like
the capture of Naini, it was mediæval street fighting that we had to
face.  The Castle of Otranto provided no more endless labyrinths than
those Tibetan monasteries.  "Bands of desperate swordsmen were found
in knots under trap-doors and behind sharp turnings.  They would not
surrender, and had to be killed by rifle shots fired at a distance of
a few feet."

On the 26th June General Macdonald arrived with a relieving force,
and soon after came the Tongsa Penlop, the temporal ruler of Bhutan,
a genial potentate in rich vari-coloured robes and a Homburg hat.
The Tibetan offensive had weakened, but the jong had to be taken
before the Mission could advance.  Down the middle of the precipitous
south-eastern face of the great rock ran a deep fissure, across which
walls had been built.  It was decided to breach these walls by our
gun fire and then to attack by way of the cleft.  The actual assault
was a brilliant and intrepid exploit, for which Lieutenant Grant of
the 8th Gurkhas most deservedly received the Victoria Cross.  With
our guns battering the walls above, he and his men scrambled up the
ravine, while masses of rubble poured down on them, and every now and
then carried off a man.  Then the Gurkhas' bugles warned the guns to
cease, and the last climb began up a face so steep that there was no
possible shelter from the enemy's fire.  By such desperate
mountaineering the invaders at last reached the wreckage of the
Tibetan wall.  Grant and one of the Gurkhas were the first two men
over, and to the observers below their death seemed a certainty.
They were two against the whole enemy force in the Jong, and had the
Tibetans reserved their fire and waited at the bastions, they could
have picked off every man of the assault as his head appeared above
the breach.  But the bold course proved the wise one, and presently
the garrison surrendered.  Rarely has the Victoria Cross been better
earned, and it is satisfactory to know that Lieutenant Grant reaped
the reward of perfect fearlessness and received only a slight wound.



III

On the 14th July the expedition moved out from Gyangtse along the
road to Lhasa.  Grass and a glory of flowers covered the glens which
led up to the Karo La.  The serious fighting was over, and the second
crossing of that pass was remarkable only for the fact that some rock
platforms and caves had to be cleared by our panting troops at an
altitude of over 19,000 feet.  In the rest of the story the soldier
finds little place, and the interest attaches itself to the durbars
of the Commissioner and the treasure-house of natural and artistic
wonders which the Mission was approaching.  For after Gyangtse the
resistance of the Tibetans was at an end.  Half-sullenly and
half-curiously they permitted our advance, delaying us a little with
fruitless negotiations, while in Lhasa the game of high politics
which the Dalai Lama had played was turning against him, and, like
another deity, he was meditating a pilgrimage.

After the Karo La came the Yam-dok--or, as some call it, the Yu-tso
or Turquoise Lake--the most wonderful natural feature of the plateau.
Its curious shape, its pale blue waters, its shores of white sand
fringed with dog-roses and forget-me-nots, the cloud of fable which
has always brooded over it, and its august environment, make it
unique among the lakes of the world.  I quote a fragment of Mr.
Landon's description:--


"Below lie both the outer and the inner lakes, this following with
counter-indentations the in-and-out windings of the other's
shore-line.  The mass and colour of the purple distance is Scotland
at her best--Scotland, too, in the slow drift of a slant-roofed
raincloud in among the hills.  At one's feet the water is like that
of the Lake of Geneva.  But the tattered outline of the beach, with
its projecting lines of needle-rocks, its wide, white curving
sandspits, its jagged islets, its precipitous spurs, and, above all,
the mysterious tarns strung one beyond another into the heart of the
hills, all these are the Yam-dok's own, and not another's.  If you
are lucky, you may see the snowy slopes of To-nang gartered by the
waters, and always on the horizon are the everlasting ice-fields of
the Himalayas, bitterly ringing with argent the sun and colour of the
still blue lake.  You will not ask for the added glories of a Tibetan
sunset; the grey spin and scatter of a rain-threaded afterglow, or
the tangled sweep of a thundercloud's edge against the blue, will
give you all you wish, and you will have seen the finest view in all
this strange land."


On the shore lies the convent of Samding, the home of the Dorje
Phagmo, or pig goddess, which was jealously respected by the troops,
since its abbess had nursed Chundra Dass, one of the adventurous
agents of the Indian Government, when he fell sick during his
travels.  The present incarnation, a little girl of six, declined to
reveal herself.  Nothing was more satisfactory in the whole tale of
the expedition than the way in which any service done at any time to
a British subject, white or black, met with full recognition.  Such
conduct cannot have failed to have raised the prestige of the Power
which showed itself so mindful of its servants.  Prestige and
reputation of a kind, indeed, we already possessed.  Tibetan
monasteries had a trick of sending their most valuable belongings to
the nearest convent, for, they argued, the English do not enter
nunneries or war with women.

[Illustration: View of the Potala Monastery at Lhasa, with the
Chortan in the foreground.]

On July 24th the expedition crossed the Khamba La and descended to
the broad green valley of the Tsangpo.  The crossing of that river, a
work of real difficulty, was made tragic by the death of Major
Bretherton, the brilliant transport officer, to whom, perhaps, more
than to any other soldier, the military success in the enterprise was
due.  Not the least of the mysteries of Tibet was this secret stream,
which the traveller, after miles of bleak upland, finds flowing among
English woods and meadows.  In Assam and Bengal it was the
Brahmaputra; but when it entered the hills it was as unknown to
civilized man as Alph or the Four Rivers of Eden.  What its middle
course was like and how it broke through the mountain barrier were
questions which no one had answered,* nor at the time was there any
accurate knowledge of its upper valleys.


* See Chapter II.


Once on the north bank Lhasa was but a short way off, and in growing
excitement the expedition covered the last stages.  It was one of the
great moments of life, and we can all understand and envy the final
hurried miles, till through the haze the eye caught the gleam of
golden roofs and white terraces.  The first prospect brought no
disappointment.  If the streets were squalid, they were set in a
green plain seamed with waters; trees and gardens were everywhere;
while, above, the huge Assisi-like citadel of the Potala typified the
massive secrecy of generations, and the ring of dark hills reminded
the onlooker that this garden ground was planted on the roof of the
world.

Meanwhile the expedition set itself down outside the gates to abide
the pleasure of the sullen and perturbed masters.  The deity of the
place had gone on a journey, no one quite knew whither.  He had kept
his moonlight flitting a secret, and had gone off on the northern
road with Dorjieff and a small escort to claim the hospitality of his
spiritual brother of Urga.  He had played his impossible game with
spirit and subtlety, and he had a pretty taste for romance in its
ending.  "When one looks for mystery in Lhasa," wrote Mr. Candler,
"one's thoughts dwell solely on the Dalai Lama and the Potala.  I
cannot help dwelling on the flight of the thirteenth incarnation.  It
plunges us into mediævalism.  To my mind there is no picture so
engrossing in modern history as that exodus when the spiritual head
of the Buddhist Church, the temporal ruler of six millions, stole out
of his palace by night, and was borne away in his palanquin."

The romance which Mr. Candler saw in the Potala, Mr. Landon found
most conspicuously in the church of the Jo-kang.  The palace was
magnificent from the outside, but within it was only a warren of
small rooms and broken stairways.  The great cathedral, on the other
hand, was hidden away among trees and streets, so that its golden
roof could only be seen from a distance, but inside it was a shrine
of all that was mysterious and splendid.  The contrast was
allegorical of the difference between the temporal ruler of
Lamaism--gaudy, tyrannical, and hollow--and the sway of the Buddhist
Church, which by hidden ways and unseen agencies dominated the
imagination of Asia.  The Chinese Amban, having a natural desire to
pay back the people who had so grossly neglected him, invited certain
members of the Mission to enter this Holy of Holies.  The visitors
were the first white men to approach the inner sanctuary of the
Buddhist faith.  They were stoned on leaving the building, but the
sight was one worth risking much to see.  In the central shrine sat
the great golden Buddha, roped with jewels, crowned with turquoise
and pearl, surrounded by dim rough-hewn shapes which loomed out
fitfully in the glare of the butter-lamps, while the maroon-clad
monks droned their eternal chant before the silver altar.  And the
statue was as strange as its environment.


"For this is no ordinary presentation of the Master.  The features
are smooth and almost childish; beautiful they are not, but there is
no need of beauty here.  There is no trace of that inscrutable smile
which, from Mukden to Ceylon, is inseparable from our conception of
the features of the Great Teacher.  Here there is nothing of the
saddened smile of the Melancholia, who has known too much and has
renounced it all as vanity.  Here, instead, is the quiet happiness
and the quick capacity for pleasure of the boy who had never yet
known either pain, or disease, or death.  It is Gautama as a pure and
eager prince, without any thought for the morrow or care for to-day."


Mr. Landon has other pictures of almost equal charm.  He takes us to
the famous Ling-kor, the sacred road which encircled the town, worn
with the feet of generations of men seeking salvation.  We see the
unclean abode of the Ragyabas, that strange unholy caste of beggar
scavengers; we walk in the gardens of the Lu-kang, by the
willow-fringed lake and the glades of velvet turf; and, not least, we
visit the temple of the Chief Wizard, where every form of human
torment is delicately portrayed in fresco and carving.  But if we
wish to realize the savagery at the heart of this proud theocracy, we
must go with Mr. Candler to the neighbouring Depung monastery on the
quest for supplies, and see the tribe of inquisitors buzzing out like
angry wasps, and submitting only when the guns were trained on them.
For these weeks of waiting in Lhasa were an anxious time for all
concerned.  Our own position was precarious in the extreme, and, had
the Lhasans once realized it, impossible.  Winter was approaching,
the Government was urging the Mission to get its Treaty and come
home, and yet day after day had to pass without result, and the
Commissioner could only wait, and oppose to the obstinacy of the
monks a stronger and quieter determination.  Sir Francis Younghusband
was indeed almost the only man in the Empire fitted for the task.
"He sat through every durbar," says Mr. Candler, "a monument of
patience and inflexibility, impassive as one of their own Buddhas.
Priests and councillors found that appeals to his mercy were
hopeless.  He, too, had orders from his King to go to Lhasa; if he
faltered, his life also was at stake; decapitation would await him on
his return.  That was the impression he purposely gave them.  It
curtailed palaver.  How in the name of all their Buddhas were they to
stop such a man?"

At last on 1st September, when after a month's diplomacy the Tibetans
had only admitted two of our demands, the time came to deliver our
ultimatum.  The delegates were told that if all our terms were not
accepted within a week, General Macdonald would consider the question
of using stronger arguments.  Our forbearance was justified by its
results, for the opposition suddenly subsided, and we gained what we
asked without any coercion.  It was a diplomatic triumph of a high
order, obtained in the face of difficulties which seemed to put
diplomacy out of the question.  The final scene came on 7th
September, when in the audience chamber of the Potala the Treaty was
signed by the Commissioner, and by the acting Regent, who affixed the
seal of the Dalai Lama, the four Shapes, a representative of the
Tsong-du, and the heads of the great monasteries.  Thereafter came a
limelight photograph of the gathering, and with this very modern
climax the great Asian mystery became a thing of the past.  The Dalai
Lama had already been formally deposed, his spiritual powers were
transferred to our friend the Tashe Lama, and, with the Treaty in our
baggage and a real prestige in our wake, we began the homeward march.



IV

What were the results of the expedition?  Geographically they
appeared a little barren, for we stuck too close to the highroad to
solve many of the greater mysteries.  One fact of cardinal importance
was established: our conception of Tibet was revolutionized, and
instead of an arid plateau we learned that about one-third of it was
nearly as fertile and well-watered as Kashmir.  For the rest, the two
most interesting expeditions were forbidden--down the Brahmaputra to
Assam, and to the mountains, nine days north of Lhasa, which had
formed the southern limit of Sven Hedin's exploration.  One valuable
expedition was, however, undertaken.  Western Tibet had hitherto been
the best known part of the tableland, and now our knowledge of it was
linked on to the Lhasan district.  On 10th October Captains Ryder,
Rawling, and Wood, and Lieutenant Bailey,* with six Gurkhas, left
Gyangtse, and made their way by Shigatse up the Tsangpo.  They
explored the river to its source, and, passing the great Manasarowar
lakes, arrived at Gartok, on the Upper Indus.  Thence they entered
the Sutlej valley, and, crossing the Shipki Pass of over 18,000 feet,
reached Simla in the first week of January 1905.  Much was added also
to our knowledge of the Himalaya.  The fact was established that the
old report of northern rivals to Everest was unfounded; and,
moreover, the highest mountain in the world was seen from the
northern side, where the slopes are easier, and the possibility of an
attempt on it occurred to various minds--a hope which seventeen years
later was realized.**


* See Chapter II.

** See Chapter IX.


On the political side the true achievement was not the formal Treaty,
but the going to Lhasa.  We taught the Tibetans that their mysterious
capital could not be shut against our troops, and that Russian
promises were less real than British performances.  We showed
ourselves strong, and, above all things, humane, and we earned
respect, and, it would also appear, a kind of affection.  When the
venerable Regent solemnly blessed the Commissioner and General
Macdonald for their clemency, and presented each with a golden image
of Buddha--an honour rarely granted to the faithful, and never before
to an unbeliever--he gave expression to the general feeling of the
people.

Tibet was enveloped once more in its old seclusion--a deeper
seclusion, indeed, since we guaranteed it.  A final result was that
we vindicated our claim to protect our subjects and those who served
us.  We took our Gurkhas into the forbidden land, which their native
traditions had invested with a miraculous power, and showed them the
truth.  As for Bhutan, up to 1904 it was as obscure as Tibet and its
people were strangers.  They were now, in the Commissioner's phrase,
"our enthusiastic allies."  Their ruler in his Homburg hat joined us
in the march, and acted as master of ceremonies in introducing us to
the Lhasa notables.

Nearly twenty years have passed, and much water has since run under
the bridges.  In 1906 China adhered to the Treaty, and in 1907 came
the Anglo-Russian Convention which provided for the secluding of the
country by both Powers, and recognized China's suzerain rights.  In
1909 the Dalai Lama, who had been restored, was ejected by Chinese
troops, and in 1910 he was at Darjeeling, a refugee claiming our
hospitality.  Once again he was reinstated, and he has ever since
been a faithful ally of Britain.  At the outbreak of the Great War he
offered 1,000 Tibetan troops, and informed the King that lamas
through the length and breadth of Tibet were praying for the success
of the British arms and for the happiness of the souls of the fallen.

Since 1904 both China and Russia have crumbled into anarchy.  There
is no peril to India through the eastern Himalayan passes, and the
strategic importance of Tibet has dwindled.  It is still a forbidden
country, but it is no longer a secret one.  Posts run regularly to
Lhasa, and a telegraph line has been laid to that mysterious capital.
But it is mysterious only by a literary convention.  The true mystery
is gone; the secret, such as it was, has been revealed, and the human
mind can no longer play with the unknown.  Childe Roland had reached
the dark tower and found it not so marvellous after all.  It is hard
not to sympathize with Mr. Candler's plaint: "There are no more
forbidden cities which men have not mapped and photographed.  Our
children will laugh at modern travellers' tales.  They will have to
turn again to Gulliver and Haroun al Raschid.  And they will soon
tire of these.  For now that there are no real mysteries, no unknown
land of dreams, where there may still be genii and mahatmas and
bottle-imps, that kind of literature will be tolerated no longer.
Children will be sceptical and matter-of-fact and disillusioned, and
there will be no sale for fairy stories any more.  But we ourselves
are children.  Why could we not have left at least one city out of
bounds?"

These reflections do not detract from the romance of the expedition
itself and the privilege of the fortunate men who shared in it.  For
them it was assuredly a great adventure--one which could never be
repeated.  It may be summed up, as Mr. Landon has summed it up, in
certain famous lines from the _Odyssey_ which have not only a curious
local application, but embody the true spirit of the adventure:--

  "Over the tides of Ocean on they pressed,
    On past the great White Rock beside the stream,
  On, till, through God's high bastions east and west,
  They reached the plains with pale-starred iris dressed,
    And found at last the folk of whom men dream."




II

THE GORGES OF THE BRAHMAPUTRA



THE GORGES OF THE BRAHMAPUTRA

(_Map_, p. 48.)

Fifty years ago one of the questions most debated among geographers
was the origin of the Brahmaputra.  The great river, navigable for
800 miles from its mouth, was familiar enough in its course through
the plains of India; but it flowed from the wild Abor country, and no
part of the Indian borders was less known than those north-eastern
foothills.  Meantime in Tibet, north of the main chain of the
Himalayas, there was a large river, the Tsangpo, flowing from west to
east.  Did the Tsangpo ultimately become the Brahmaputra, or did it
flow into the Irrawadi, or even into the Yang-tse Kiang?  All three
views were held, but there was no evidence to decide between them.

In 1874 a native explorer, the pundit Nain Singh, started on his
famous journey from Leh to Lhasa, and was instructed, if possible, to
follow the Tsangpo and see where it went.  He reached Lhasa, and on
his return struck the Tsangpo at Tsetang, well to the east of the
point where the British expedition crossed in 1904.  He followed its
course for thirty miles farther down, but was prevented from
continuing his journey and compelled to return by the direct route to
India.  In 1878 another native explorer, G.M.N., seems to have
followed the Tsangpo down as far as Gyala, which is not far from the
point where the river turns sharply to the south, but his reports
were not considered reliable.  In 1884 another native, Kinthup,
succeeded in following the Tsangpo to a point called Pemakochung.
There he found an enormous gorge, and was compelled to make a detour
out to the north and east, rejoining the stream where it entered the
Abor country.  Kinthup's report was of the highest interest.  He had
stood at the beginning of an apparently impassable gorge, and he
reported a fall at Pemakochung of 150 feet.  He was, however, quite
illiterate and was only able to make his report from memory, and it
presently appeared that the height might be only 50 feet, and that
the higher fall was not in the main stream but in a small tributary.
One fact, however, of the utmost importance had been established by
his expedition.  The Tsangpo was beyond reasonable doubt the
Brahmaputra in its upper course.

[Illustration: The Gorges of the Brahmaputra.]

The Lhasa expedition in 1904 would fain have traced the river to the
plains had not the Government interposed a veto.  In the years that
followed, the source of the Tsangpo was discovered by Captain
Rawling.  In 1911 the Abor expedition increased our knowledge of the
course of the Brahmaputra right up to the skirts of the main range.
The problem now was not the linking up of the Tsangpo and the
Brahmaputra, but what happened to the river in the hairpin bend
between Pemakochung and its debouchment in the Abor valleys.  The
elevation of the stream at the point where the main road to Lhasa
crossed it was in the neighbourhood of 12,000 feet.  From there as
far as Pemakochung we knew that there was no very great loss in
altitude, but when the Brahmaputra appeared in the Abor foothills it
was only between 1,000 and 2,000 feet above the sea.  The stretch of
unknown course was perhaps 200 miles, and in that section the river
broke through the main range of the Himalaya.  It was possible--nay,
it was probable--that somewhere in those gorges, which Kinthup had
thought impassable, lay hidden the most tremendous waterfall in the
world.

The secret of the Brahmaputra gorges was one of the topics that most
fascinated geographers between the years 1904 and 1913.  In that
latter year the mystery was solved, and the _ignotum_ proved not to
be the _magnificum_.  This is the story of the solution.


The course of the Brahmaputra through Assam is roughly from
north-east to south-west, but at a place called Sadiya the main
stream, there known as the Dihang, turns sharply to the north.  At
that point, too, it receives an important tributary on its left bank
called the Dibang.  During the winter of 1912-13 Captain F. M.
Bailey, an officer of the Indian Political Service, was employed by
the Government to survey the Dibang basin, while another party had
gone through the Abor country to survey the Dihang.  Early in 1913
Captain Bailey and Captain Morshead of the Royal Engineers collected
what stores they could and started off from the village of Mipi on
the upper waters of the Dibang.  Their aim was to cross into the
Dihang valley, and to follow the river upstream to the Tibetan
plateau.  Captain Bailey had been with the Lhasa expedition, and had
had a long record of exploration in different parts of Tibet, so he
had all the qualifications needed by the pioneer.  But his party was
imperfectly equipped, since it started more or less on the spur of
the moment, and had no time to obtain proper stores from India.  He
trusted to the prestige won by the Abor expedition, and his
experience of the ways of the Tibetans, to furnish him with coolies
and local supplies.

The reader's attention is now prayed for the map.  The first business
was to cross the high passes separating the Dibang from the Dihang.
The weather proved abominable, and for part of the route only half
rations could be issued.  As they descended into the valley of the
Dihang they found once more cultivation and villages, and they were
able to supplement their stores by shooting game, especially
pheasants, which teemed by the roadside.  It was necessary to
establish touch with the Abor Survey party lower down the river, and
accordingly they had to halt for some days.  At a place called Kapu
they managed to take the altitude in the river bed, and found the
height above sea level to be 2,610 feet--an important result, for
they were able to take no other observation at water level below the
main gorges.

These foothills of the Himalaya were inhabited chiefly by savage
tribes akin to the Abors, who were known generically as Lopas.  But
as the expedition advanced up the river they came to the country of
the Pobas, who were under Tibetan influence.  At Lagung, which is
about the centre of the hairpin bend, the course of the river turned
west.  It might have been possible for them to have followed it some
thirty miles farther, but they were pressed by a Poba official, with
whom they made friends, to go north-east into the absolutely unknown
country of Po-me, which would enable them to make a circuit and reach
Gyala at the head of the gorges.  Captain Bailey considered that it
would be easier to explore the gorges by going downstream.

On 21st June they crossed a pass of over 13,000 feet into the valley
of the river known as the Po-Tsangpo, an affluent of the Brahmaputra.
It was a stream 80 yards wide, and of such rapidity that its current
was one whirl of foam.  The natives were in great fear of the
Chinese, and it was necessary to go boldly to Showa, the capital,
where a letter could be received from the Abor Survey party vouching
for their respectability.  The Chinese had burned the place, killed
the chief, and decapitated the council, and the inhabitants looked
askance at the travellers because of the Chinese writing on a tablet
of Indian ink which they carried.  After three days, however, a
letter arrived from the Abor party, which persuaded them that Captain
Bailey and Captain Morshead were at any rate servants of the English
King.

The explorers now moved north-eastwards down the Po-Tsangpo, finding
great difficulty in crossing the tributaries, where the bridges had
mostly been destroyed.  It was a beautiful land, bright with primula,
iris, and blue poppy, and the roads were lined with raspberries.
They were now leaving the Po-me country and travelling among a more
civilized type of Tibetan, who wore hats like clergymen, made out of
yak's hair.  After crossing a pass of over 15,000 feet they returned
to the main stream of the Tsangpo.  This country was under the charge
of Tzongpen of Tsela, who came to meet the travellers--an urbane
gentleman whose son was at Rugby and a promising cricketer.

They were now on the Tsangpo above the mysterious gorges.  They had
left behind them the hot valleys of the lower stream and found a dry
Tibetan dale, where the chief crops were barley and buckwheat.  The
river was broad and slow, at one point stretching into a lake 600
yards wide, and its altitude was 9,680 feet.  The problem was now to
follow it down from that point to the point of their last
observation, where the altitude was only 2,610 feet.  Somewhere in
the intervening tract of gorge it must make the enormous descent of
over 7,000 feet.

The first stage was the twenty-two miles down to Gyala, which had
been visited in 1878.  The stream was in flood owing to melting
snows, and the water-side track was difficult.  Four days' march
below Gyala they reached Pemakochung, the limit of Kinthup's
exploration.  So far they had passed various small rapids, but
nothing in the nature of a fall.  A mile below Pemakochung they came
on Kinthup's cascade.  It proved to be only some 30 feet high and not
vertical.

The road now became extraordinarily intricate.  Great spurs ran down
to the river and blocked the glen, and it was necessary to cut paths
through dense forest and thickets of rhododendron to surmount them.
There was no track of any kind, and the tributaries descending from
the adjacent glaciers were often hard to cross.  They ran short of
food, and could get no reliable information as to the possibility of
their descending the stream.  Captain Morshead and the coolies
accordingly returned to Gyala, and Captain Bailey, with one man and
fifteen pounds of flour, attempted to descend the Tsangpo by the
route which a party of Monbas was said to have recently taken.  He
found the Monbas, but they were wild and suspicious and far from
helpful.  They refused to take him to their village, and declined to
show him the road round the difficult cliffs.  Apparently they
considered that a traveller who had only one servant, and who carried
most of his baggage himself, must be a person of small importance and
not worth troubling about.  He managed, however, to pick up from them
certain news about the lower valley.

He returned to Gyala and rejoined Captain Morshead, and they
proceeded to piece their knowledge together.  At Gyala a small stream
drops from the cliffs, making a waterfall, in which the god Shingche
Chogye is concealed.  The image of the deity is carved or painted in
the rock behind the fall, but it is only possible to see it in winter
when there is little water.  This, apparently, was Kinthup's fall of
150 feet.  Now, why should so meagre a natural feature have attained
such celebrity among the Tibetans, for the fame of it had spread far
and wide over the country?  The reason seems to be that it is unique,
because there are no other high falls.  Had this deduction been made
from Kinthup's evidence, the mystery of the Brahmaputra gorges would
have been solved long ago.

The travellers collected their observations on the altitude of the
river level and the speed of the current.  At Pe, where they had
first struck the Tsangpo, the height was 9,680 feet; thirty-four
miles below it the river level was 8,730 feet, giving a drop of 28
feet a mile.  At Pemakochung the altitude was 8,380 feet, and the
drop 24 feet a mile.  Three miles farther down the altitude was
8,090, giving a drop of 97 feet a mile, which included the 30-feet
drop of Kinthup's fall.  At the lowest point Captain Bailey reached
in the river bed the altitude was 7,480 feet, giving a drop of 48
feet a mile.  The next point on the river which they had visited was
Lagung, below the gorges, where they could not take an observation in
the river bed; but forty-five miles downstream the altitude was 2,610
feet.

There remained, therefore, some fifty miles of gorge which had not
been, and could not be, explored, and the information about it was
only indirect.  From Lagung upstream to where the Po-Tsangpo joined
the Tsangpo, lay a stretch which many natives had visited.  The
altitude of the junction was estimated at 5,700 feet, which would
give a drop of 3,090 feet in the seventy-five miles down to their
observation of 2,610 feet--a fall of some 41 feet per mile.  Here
there was clearly no waterfall.  From the junction of the two streams
to the point where Captain Bailey turned back was not more than
twenty miles, and the drop 1,780 feet, giving a fall of 89 feet a
mile.  The Monbas whom he met told him that they had hunted on the
right bank of the stream throughout this unknown stretch, and that,
though there were many rapids, there were no big cascades.

We are not concerned with the rest of the journey of Captain Bailey
and Captain Morshead, which took them upstream to Tsetang, where Nain
Singh had gone in 1874, and back to India by the wild country of the
Bhutan border.  Their evidence may be considered to have finally
solved the riddle of how the great river breaks through the highest
range on the globe.  It does it by means of a hundred miles of
marvellous gorges, where the stream foams in rapids, but there is no
fall more considerable than can be found in many a Scottish salmon
river.  I am not sure that the reality is not more impressive than
the romantic expectation.  The mighty current is not tossed in spray
over a great cliff, but during the æons it has bitten a deep trough
through that formidable rock wall.  Curiously enough, the rivers
which break through the Himalaya chose the highest parts of the range
through which to cut.  South of Pemakochung is the great peak of
Namcha Barwa, 25,445 feet high; north of it is the peak of Gyala
Peri, 23,460 feet.  The distance between these mountains is only some
fourteen miles, and through this gap, at an altitude of just under
9,000 feet, flows the great river.




III

THE NORTH POLE



THE NORTH POLE

(_Map_, p. 80.)

I

When sceptical people say that Polar exploration has been of no
benefit to mankind, it is permissible to think that their judgment is
as unsound as their point of view is limited.  Not only have Polar
explorers added enormously to the scientific knowledge of the world,
but they have also materially aided commerce.  But even if these
voyages had been barren of scientific and commercial results, they
would have been infinitely worth making.

For among Polar explorers are many men who must be universally
regarded as heroes.  No training was more rigorous and dangerous, no
work has ever called for more endurance, resource, and courage.  A
nation which is without its heroes is in a sad plight; a nation which
has them and ignores their example can only be looked upon with pity.
The spirit of high adventure is one that no country can afford to
neglect.

The history of geographical discovery is, in its initial stages,
almost solely one of conquest.  Men, either for their own or their
country's profit--and sometimes for both--went out in search of
unknown lands because they wanted to trade with them.  Pytheas, who
has been described as "one of the most intrepid explorers the world
has ever seen," was the first man to bring news of the Arctic regions
to the civilized world.  He did not pretend to have visited them, but
in or about 330 B.C. he set out from Marseilles and journeyed north.
During this voyage, which must have lasted for several years, he
visited Britain, and then, proceeding to the most northerly point of
the British Isles, he heard of an Arctic land called Thule, which at
one time of the year enjoyed perpetual day, and at another had to
endure perpetual night.

With a leap over a few hundred years we come to Ptolemy, whose
influence on geography was almost paramount from the second century
to comparatively modern times.  No one is more dangerous than a bad
cartographer, or more valuable than a good one; but although Ptolemy
made many mistakes, he also did such splendid work that it is quite
easy to forget them.  To him we owe the names of latitude and
longitude, and it has been well said of him that he held the
extraordinary "distinction of being the greatest authority on
astronomy and geography for over fifteen hundred years."  Ptolemy's
work may have required to be corrected and amplified, but, at least,
he gave the world something which was worthy of correction.

In the eighth and ninth centuries the Norsemen became terrors in
Europe.  "Harold of the fair hair" reigned from 860 to 930 A.D., and
these seventy years formed a period of great adventure.  During
Harold's reign the Norsemen colonized Iceland, and in 983 Erik the
Red founded a colony in Greenland, which flourished until the
Norwegians ceased to take an interest in it.

Not until the fifteenth century did English seamen begin to turn
their attention to the North.  They were more or less forced to do
so.  Portugal and Spain were all-powerful in the East and West, and
so England began earnestly to think of discovering a way to Cathay
and the Spice Islands by a northern route.  But if we were a little
slow in beginning to pay attention to the Arctic regions, we have
every cause to be satisfied with our work after we had once begun it.
The fifteenth century saw considerable activity as regards
Scandinavia, but it was not until 1505 that a charter was granted to
the Company of Merchant Adventurers, and from that year we can date
our real interest in Arctic discovery.

It is well, perhaps, to bear in mind, while thinking of Polar
exploration, that there is a marked difference between the two Polar
regions.  The Arctic is an ocean surrounded by continental lands; the
Antarctic is a continental land surrounded by oceans.

In 1553 Sir Hugh Willoughby set out to try and find a north-east
passage to the Indies.  On this voyage--in which Willoughby lost his
life--Novaya Zemlya was discovered, and Richard Chancellor, who took
part in the expedition, reached Archangel; and then, travelling
overland to Moscow, was received graciously by Ivan the Terrible, the
Tsar of Russia.  This visit was of importance, because it helped to
establish trade between England and Russia.

Competition to find a route northwards to China and the Indies had by
this time become acute in Europe, and many bold navigators set out
from England.  Among the sailors who were maintaining her high record
on the seas Sir Martin Frobisher deserves especially to be mentioned.
In 1576 he set out, cheered doubtless by knowing that Queen Elizabeth
had "good liking of their doings," to find a north-west passage.  On
three occasions Frobisher voyaged northwards, and he reached
Greenland and discovered the strait that was named after him.  "He is
not worthy," Sir Humphrey Gilbert wrote in the latter part of the
sixteenth century, "to live at all who, for fear of danger or death,
shunneth his country's service or his own honour, since death is
inevitable, and the fame of virtue immortal."  Most assuredly our
Elizabethan sailors did not shun their "country's service," and
Elizabeth herself was the first to appreciate and encourage their
enterprise.

In 1585 yet another distinguished explorer, John Davis, embarked upon
his career, and during his voyages he made discoveries that
"converted the Arctic regions from a confused myth into a defined
area."  He found several passages towards the west, and thus
strengthened the hope of finding a north-west passage; and he also
reached "the farthest north," 72° 12' N., some eleven hundred miles
from the geographical North Pole.

As yet no one had turned his thoughts to the North Pole itself, but
it may truly be said that Davis and men of his calibre were already
beginning to prepare the way for the time when it would be reached.
For his discoveries, like those of many of the earlier explorers,
were both important in themselves and also acted as a guide and
incentive to those who followed.  In the meantime, Davis had obtained
the record for the "farthest north," a record which Great Britain,
with the exception of a very few years, continued to hold until 1882.

Many English navigators did great work in maintaining this record,
and among them was Henry Hudson, who set out in 1607 with the object
of finding a north-west passage to the Indies.  Hudson, in this
voyage, reached 80° N., and did most valuable work in the Spitzbergen
quadrant.  It is also reported that two of his men saw a mermaid,
which may at least be taken as evidence that they were more than
ordinarily observant.  Both geographically and commercially, Hudson's
voyages were of the first importance.  He not only made many
discoveries, including that of the river which bears his name, but he
also brought back the news that led directly to the establishment of
the Spitzbergen whale fishery, an industry that was extremely
lucrative to Holland.

In 1615 William Baffin discovered the land that is called after him;
and then, for some time, English discovery in the Arctic regions
ceased to be noteworthy.  Baffin made no less than five voyages to
the North, and, scientifically, his observations were permanently
valuable to subsequent explorers.

Apart from geographical discovery, these Arctic voyages had so far
been a great stimulant to trade.  In Greenland, Davis Strait, and the
Spitzbergen seas, trade had followed discovery, and what had happened
in those parts of the Arctic also took place in Hudson Bay, after the
Hudson's Bay Company was formed in 1668.  In fact, for the time
being, the desire to make geographical discoveries was almost
obliterated by the desire to trade.

It is, however, pleasant to note that during the eighteenth century
some of our Governments took an intelligent interest in geographical
discovery.  They offered a reward of £5,000 for reaching 89° N., and
£20,000 was offered to any one who could find the North-West Passage.
In the earlier part of the eighteenth century the part that the
Russians took in Arctic discovery must not be omitted.  In 1728 Peter
the Great sent out an expedition under the command of Vitus Bering, a
Dane, in which Bering Strait and other discoveries were made; and
although it is impossible to mention them in detail, the
contributions that the Russians made in revealing the New World to
the Old were most creditable to them as a nation.

In 1773 Captain Phipps conducted an expedition, which now derives its
chief interest from the fact that Horatio Nelson, then a young
midshipman, took part in it.  "Great," says Sir Clements Markham, "as
are the commercial advantages obtained from Arctic discovery, and
still greater as are its scientific results, the most important of
all are its uses as a nursery for our seamen, as a school for our
future Nelsons, and as affording the best opportunities for
distinction to young naval officers in time of peace."  And it is
incontestably true that many of our finest sailors have learnt their
trade in the severe school of geographical exploration.

With the advent of the nineteenth century many expeditions were sent
to the Far North.  The desire actually to reach the North Pole itself
did not enter the thoughts of these courageous navigators, the main
object of their voyages being either to find the North-West Passage
round North America to the Indies, or the North-East Passage round
Asia.  Nevertheless, each one of these voyages added to the store of
knowledge that was being accumulated, each expedition solved some of
the mysteries of the North and prepared the way for the solution of
what came to be considered the greatest mystery of all.

In 1819 Sir Edward Parry embarked upon the first of the Arctic
voyages which have made his name famous in the annals of exploration.
A sailor by profession, Parry was happy in possessing the qualities
that fitted him to lead men.  During his first expedition, the prize
offered by the English Government to the first navigator who passed
the 110th meridian was won.  Parry and his party spent a winter in
the Arctic--a winter which, thanks to their leader's careful
preparations, was passed without mishap; and then, when the winter
was over, an expedition to explore the interior of Melville Island
was made.  Thus Arctic travelling was inaugurated by Parry.

Other successful voyages under the same leadership followed, and
when, in 1827, our Admiralty began favourably to consider the idea of
getting as near as possible to the Pole by way of Spitzbergen, Parry
was naturally chosen to command the expedition.  So, for the fourth
time, Parry sailed northwards, and having reached the north coast of
Spitzbergen, he found a good harbour for his ship, the _Hecla_, and
left her there.  The explorers had taken specially-fitted boats with
them, and these they hoped to be able to haul over the ice.  The
summer, however, had begun to break up the floes, and in consequence
the travellers had constantly to take the steel runners off the boats
so that the stretches of open water could be crossed.  Moreover, the
floes that they did find seemed to resent such treatment, for most of
them were small and bestrewn with most obstructive hummocks.  Not
until they had been pulling and hauling for nearly a month did they
meet with large floes, and by that time the southerly drift of the
ice was in full swing.  However hard Parry and his men pulled, they
found that the drift was as strong as they were--or stronger.  After
terrific labour Parry reached 82° 45', a higher latitude than any
reached during the next fifty years.  It was a great attempt by a man
whose devotion to his duty is beyond all praise.

Before we come to the most tragic story in the history of Arctic
exploration, reference must be made to the discoveries of Captain
John Ross.  In his first expedition to the North, Captain Ross was
not successful; but in his second voyage, when he was accompanied by
his nephew, James C. Ross (who afterwards gained distinction in the
Antarctic), the magnetic North Pole was discovered, and the British
flag fixed there in 70° 5' 17" N., and 76° 16' 4" W.  Ross's
expedition spent four consecutive winters in the Far North,
discovered over two hundred miles of coastline, and returned with a
bountiful crop of scientific knowledge.

We may well admire the love of adventure and the desire to make
geographical and scientific discoveries which induced these constant
expeditions to parts of the world that cannot possibly be called
inviting.  Honour was, and is, due to the men who undertook them, but
to John Franklin's memory especial honour is paid, for his name is
connected with both heroism and tragedy.

As a boy, Franklin, in spite of his father's opposition, determined
to be a sailor.  At the age of fourteen he was in the _Polyphemus_ at
the battle of Copenhagen, and subsequently he was present at the
battle of Trafalgar.  Peace, then as always, brought unemployment for
sailors with it, and at the age of twenty-nine Franklin found himself
unwanted in the Navy.  When, however, the Admiralty decided, in 1818,
to send expeditions to find the North Pole and the North-West
Passage, Franklin was chosen to command the _Trent_.  This ship was
totally unsuited for such a task, and owing to official economy--not
to say parsimony--Franklin had to return without achieving any
success.

In the following year he was again sent out with orders to explore
the northern coast of Arctic America, and "the trending of that coast
from the mouth of the Coppermine eastwards."  Not until 1822 did this
expedition of discovery come to a close, after 5,550 miles had been
covered by water and land.

The tale of its adventures, extraordinary as they were, is only the
preface to Franklin's life as an explorer.  So famous indeed was he,
that when, in 1844, he returned from Tasmania, where he had been
Governor for seven years, he was offered the command of an important
Arctic expedition.  At this time he was nearly sixty years old, but
he was anxious to resume his exploratory work, and in 1845 he sailed
with the _Erebus_ and the _Terror_ (ships that had already won their
laurels under Sir James Ross in the Antarctic).

In the hope of finding the North-West Passage, so much coveted and so
long concealed, Franklin was instructed to try a route by Wellington
Channel, if ice did not block the way.  The channel was found to be
clear, and the explorers made their way up it, until they reached 77°
N.  Then their advance was blocked by ice, and they turned south and
found winter quarters off Beechey Island.  All, so far, had gone
well, and when the ships were released from the ice at the end of the
winter, hopes of further success must have run high.  But presently a
mistake was made that had fatal results--a mistake due to an error of
the chart-makers.

For some time the ships sailed gaily on, important discoveries being
made from day to day.  Then came the fatal decision.  All was open to
the south.  "If they had continued on their southerly course, the two
ships would have reached Bering Strait.  There was the navigable
passage before them.  But, alas! the chart-makers had drawn an
isthmus (which only existed in their imagination) connecting Boothia
with King William Land.  They altered their course to the west, and
were lost."*  Soon the ships were surrounded by a dense ice-pack, and
were dangerously imprisoned.  In the spring of 1847 travelling
parties were sent out, and one of them, under Graham Gore's command,
discovered a North-West Passage, and consequently proved the
connection between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans.  When the parties
returned Franklin was seriously ill, and he died on 11th June, 1847.


* Markham's _The Lands of Silence_ (Cambridge University Press).


No more beautiful epitaph has ever been written than the one in
Westminster Abbey, which Tennyson wrote in honour of John Franklin,
his uncle-in-law:--

  "Not here!  The cold North hath thy bones, and thou,
    Heroic sailor soul,
  Art passing on thy happier voyage now
    Towards no earthly pole."


A terrible winter for this gallant band of explorers followed.  For
months and months the ice remained impenetrable, and at last the
ships had to be abandoned.  Even if the _Erebus_ and the _Terror_
could have been freed from the ice, it was more than doubtful if they
would float, so battered were they by their long, slow drift.  Food
was both inadequate in quantity and poisonous in quality.  Twenty-two
officers and men died during that winter of horror; the rest were so
weak from privations that, although they knew their only chance was
to retreat by Back's Fish River, none of them had the strength
successfully to undertake such a march.

It is useless to dwell over the sufferings of these heroic men.
Captain Crozier and Captain Fitzjames took every precaution, and made
all preparations that were under the circumstances possible, but the
dice were too heavily loaded against them.  With their two heavy
boat-sledges they started on 22nd April, 1848, to make their
desperate effort.  Not one of them survived.  The _Erebus_ sank when
the ice released her.  The _Terror_ also sank, but not until she had
drifted on to the American coast and been plundered by Eskimos.  It
is pitiable to think that prompt action from England might have saved
some, at least, of these valuable lives.  But at first, although
there was considerable anxiety about their fate, no effort was made
to find them.  Not until 1848 were expeditions sent out in search of
Franklin's party, and neither of these was successful in finding any
traces.  One of these expeditions was, however, noteworthy, for
Leopold M'Clintock, who subsequently became so renowned as a
sledge-traveller, took part in it.

By 1850 the whole country had become thoroughly aroused, and the
Government decided to send out strongly equipped expeditions.  The
_Enterprise_ and the _Investigator_, under Captains Collinson and
M'Clure, were sent out to search by way of Bering Strait; and four
ships, under Captain Austin, were to seek for traces of the missing
party by way of Lancaster Sound.  Austin's expedition failed to find
the missing men, but it was excellently conducted and organized, and
its sledge-travellers (among whom was M'Clintock) covered over 7,000
miles, and discovered more than 1,200 miles of new land.  When
Captain Austin returned to England nothing had been heard of the
_Enterprise_ and the _Investigator_, and after some discussion and
consequent delay, it was resolved again to send the four ships to the
Arctic.  Not only Franklin's men, but also the _Enterprise_ and the
_Investigator_ had now to be searched for.  It was a case of
search-parties looking for search-parties.

In their main object--that of clearing up the mystery of Franklin and
his companions--these expeditions were not successful, but in other
ways they more than justified themselves.  Both Collinson in the
_Enterprise_ and M'Clure in the _Investigator_ succeeded in finding a
North-West Passage, and much-needed help was brought to M'Clure by
the expedition sent out partly for the purpose of aiding him and
Collinson.  Further, the sledge journeys of M'Clintock and Mecham
during these expeditions were unrivalled in result and a real triumph
of organization.

Owing to the outbreak of the Crimean War in 1854, popular interest in
the fate of the Franklin expedition diminished, but Lady Franklin
remained loyal to the object to which so many years of her life had
been dedicated; and after the Government had refused to assist her
further, she decided to fit out a private expedition, of which
Captain M'Clintock took command.  In June, 1857, the _Fox_, a steam
yacht of 177 tons, started on her voyage to Greenland, but on
reaching Melville Sound, M'Clintock found it extraordinarily packed
with ice.  The little vessel was firmly imprisoned, and had to spend
the winter in the drifting pack.  During eight months she drifted
southward for nearly 1,200 geographical miles, and she was not
liberated from her prison until April, 1858.

After such an experience many leaders would have made for a port in
which to refit, but M'Clintock was of a different temper.  No sooner
had the _Fox_ freed herself from her perilous position than he turned
her head towards the north, and once more took up the work that he
had been sent out to do.  And this determination to concentrate, at
all costs, on the definite object in hand ultimately met with its sad
reward.  In June, 1859, it was proved beyond any doubt that the
report of the Eskimos (which had been received in England in 1854),
to the effect that they had seen the dead bodies of several of
Franklin's men, was true.  "All the coastline along which the
retreating crews performed their fearful march must," M'Clintock
wrote, "be sacred to their names alone."

Among the many feats that M'Clintock and his men performed during
this last search, were a march round King William Island, the
discovery of the one navigable North-West Passage, and the discovery
of some 800 miles of new coastline.  As far as geographical discovery
was concerned, the main result of the many expeditions sent out in
search of Franklin was that the islands to the north of North America
had been mapped out.

In 1853 an American expedition, under Elisha Kane, which was sent out
in search of Franklin, to the north of Smith Sound, was fruitful in
geographical discovery, and outlined what has been called the
American route to the Pole.

Interest in the Smith Sound route began to grow in England, and was
stimulated by another American expedition, led by Charles Hall, in
1871.  But although the desire to undertake more Arctic research was
strongly felt by many Englishmen, it cannot be said that it was
encouraged in official circles.  In 1872 Mr. Lowe and Mr. Goschen did
receive a deputation of Arctic enthusiasts, but were by no means
encouraging in their replies.  An expedition, however, under
Commander Albert Markham, set out in 1873, and succeeded in capturing
twenty-eight whales, which were worth nearly £19,000; and the result
of this voyage was to stimulate the idea of further Arctic enterprise.

In November, 1874, Lord Beaconsfield, who was at the time Prime
Minister, announced that an Arctic expedition to encourage maritime
enterprise and to explore the regions round the Pole would be sent
out.  Sir Clements Markham and other Arctic enthusiasts in England
were delighted with this announcement, but their delight was
short-lived.  These enthusiasts had for years been advocating that
exploratory work should be undertaken in the region round the Pole,
but they did not consider that a mere rush to the Pole should be
undertaken until, at any rate, work of more value to mankind had been
done.  The conduct of the projected expedition was taken over by the
Admiralty, and great was the consternation of Sir Clements and his
friends when it was announced that "the main object of the expedition
was to attain the highest latitude and, if possible, to reach the
North Pole."

However displeasing such an object was to these enthusiasts, they
could not but rejoice at the interest shown in the expedition, and in
the fact that Captain Nares was appointed to command it.  At the end
of May, 1875, the ships sailed from Portsmouth, and on arriving in
the Arctic regions Nares had to bear in mind his definite
instructions.  In short, exploratory work was to give way to an
effort to reach, if possible, the Pole itself.  But anxious as he was
to carry out his orders, one terrible scourge stood in his way.
Scurvy, that deadly disease, attacked his party during the winter,
and nearly half of his men suffered from it.  Under such conditions
he was severely handicapped, but he decided to send out three
sledge-parties--eastward, westward, and to the north.  Lieutenant
Pelham Aldrich was in charge of the western party, and although most
of the sledge crew were weakened by scurvy, they marched over 600
miles, and succeeded in reaching 82° 48' N., a few miles farther
north than Parry had reached some fifty years previously.

In 1882 an American expedition, under Lieutenant Greely, although
terribly unfortunate in some respects, was successful in wresting the
record for "farthest north" from the British.

[Illustration: North Polar Regions.]

We must turn aside for a moment from these efforts to get farther and
farther north, to mention the exploits of that distinguished Swedish
explorer, Adolf Erik Nordenskiöld.  As early as 1873 Nordenskiöld
began to think that the North-East Passage by the Siberian coast
might, when found, prove to be of great commercial value, and after
some preliminary expeditions he, in 1878, set out in the _Vega_ on
his great voyage, and in August the ship passed Cape Chelyuskin, the
most northerly point of the Old World.  By September, however, the
_Vega_, when very near to the completion of her task, was so
surrounded by ice that she could proceed no farther, and for ten
months she was held a prisoner.  Not until the following July was the
Vega free to resume her voyage, and shortly afterwards she rounded
East Cape, and saluted "the easternmost coast of Asia in honour of
the completing of the North-East Passage."  Nordenskiöld, both as an
explorer and as a man of science, has left the world greatly in his
debt, and it has been well said that "when he died, a vast amount of
knowledge died with him."

Nordenskiöld's name, like Fridtjof Nansen's, is intimately connected
with exploratory work in Greenland.  Nansen was born in 1861, and he
was only twenty-seven years of age when his devotion to discovery led
him to make an expedition on lines that were as courageous as they
were original.  Up to this date, 1888, the recognized method employed
in Polar exploratory work had been to establish a base where stores
were placed, and from this base to march as far as possible in
various directions.  But when Nansen determined to cross Greenland
from east to west, he paid no attention to recognized methods.  With
five companions he, in June, 1888, was taken in the _Jason_ to the
ice's edge on the east coast of Greenland, and there the explorers,
hoping shortly to reach land, took to their boats.  Some time,
however, passed before they could make a landing, but eventually a
suitable place was found, and then they began their great march.
With no base to which they could return, the party had literally
taken their lives into their hands, for failure almost certainly
meant death.

Starting on 22nd August, the party, four days later, had mounted to a
height of 6,000 feet, and by the middle of September had reached the
summit (8,250 feet).  Eventually the explorers managed to reach the
Danish settlement at Godthaab, and in the following year returned to
Norway.  It was a fine effort, fruitful alike in geographical
discovery and in meteorological results; and, famous as Nansen's name
subsequently and deservedly became, by no means his least claim to
honour is derived from this great march across Greenland.

Between 1892 and 1895 the American Lieutenant Peary, using dogs for
purposes of traction, made two successful marches across Greenland,
and so prepared himself for the attacks on the North Pole
itself--attacks which he was ultimately to bring to a successful
conclusion.  The date 1893 will always be renowned in the history of
Arctic exploration, for during that year Nansen embarked upon his
remarkable voyage in his no less remarkable ship, the _Fram_.

From careful observations and investigations Nansen was convinced
that there was a continuous drift of ice from the north-east shore of
Siberia across the Arctic Ocean.  Hitherto, Arctic explorers had
struggled hard to avoid being beset by ice.  Far from following in
their wake, it was Nansen's plan to get his vessel frozen in the
pack, and then to drift towards the Pole.

It would be untruthful to say that his plan was encouraged by the
majority of Arctic experts, but Nansen was not the man to be
dissuaded from any project which, after consideration, he had taken
in hand.  For such a voyage an especially constructed ship was
necessary, and so Mr. Colin Archer was instructed to build a vessel
specially designed to resist ice-pressure.  The main object of Nansen
and Archer was that "she should slip like an eel out of the embraces
of the ice."

Nansen calculated that the drift would take about three years, and he
provisioned the _Fram_ for five years.  On this historic voyage
Nansen was accompanied by twelve other adventurous men.  Sailing from
Norway in July, 1893, the Kara Sea was crossed, and early in
September Cape Chelyuskin was rounded.  About a fortnight later the
ship was frozen in, and the great drift began.  During the next
months the _Fram_ was given ample opportunity to prove her worth, and
she seized it nobly.  In October great pressure from the ice was
experienced, but both then and later the ship resisted, and rose to,
the pressure.  During her first year in the ice the _Fram_ drifted a
distance of 189 miles.

During the second winter, Nansen, taking Frederik Johansen with him,
and leaving Otto Sverdrup in charge of the ship, decided to leave the
_Fram_ and try to reach the Pole.  A start was made in March, 1895,
and in less than a month 86° 28' N. was reached.  At that point the
explorers had to turn south, and after many perilous adventures, they
landed, at the end of August, on an island of the Franz-Josef group.
There they decided to winter, and there they had to remain for nine
long months.  When at last they were able to proceed, a grave
disaster was only prevented by Nansen's promptitude and courage.  The
explorers were on shore, when Johansen noticed that their kayaks
(Eskimo canoes of light wooden framework covered with seal skins)
were adrift.  The loss of these boats could scarcely have meant less
than death to the explorers, and Nansen immediately jumped into the
icy water and swam to retrieve them.  It was an action as prompt as
it was heroic, and it saved the situation; but Nansen's condition,
when he brought back the kayaks to land, has been described as "more
dead than alive," and some time passed before he fully recovered from
the results of his effort.

Some weeks later the kayaks were once more made as seaworthy as was
possible under the circumstances, and Nansen and Johansen were again
embarking on their adventurous voyage when, by good fortune, they
were found by Frederick Jackson, the leader of the Jackson-Harmsworth
Expedition, which did such good work in Franz-Josef Land.  This
meeting between Nansen and Jackson has been compared with the famous
one between Livingstone and Stanley, and even if the latter was the
more dramatic, the former was as opportune, for there is no
gainsaying that Nansen and his companion were in a most perilous
position.  In the meantime the drift of the _Fram_ under Sverdrup's
able leadership continued, and she did not return to Norway until
August, 1896.

The results of the _Fram_ expedition were exceptionally important.
"They threw," Sir Clements Markham wrote, "new light on the whole
Arctic problem.  Nansen lifted the veil, and his expedition was the
most important in modern times.  It was discovered that there was a
deep-sea ocean to the north of Spitzbergen and Franz-Josef Land,
extending beyond the Pole...."

In 1897 a meeting was held in the Albert Hall in honour of Nansen,
whose work, both geographically and scientifically, more than
deserved the great welcome given to him in England.  In an
introduction to his _In the Northern Mists: Arctic Exploration in
Early Times_, Nansen quotes words from the old Norse chronicle, the
_King's Mirror_, that are curiously illuminating:--


"If you wish to know what men seek in this land [the Arctic regions],
or why men journey thither in so great danger of their lives, then it
is the threefold nature of man that draws him thither.  One part of
him is emulation and desire of fame, for it is a man's nature to go
where there is likelihood of great danger, and to make himself famous
thereby.  Another part is the desire of knowledge, for it is man's
nature to wish to know and see those parts of which he has heard, and
to find out whether they are as it was told him or not.  The third
part is the desire of gain, seeing that men seek after riches in
every place where they learn that profit is to be had, even though
there is great danger in it."


And, indeed, it may well be admitted that the factors which have
helped to make the modern world are mainly a desire for fame, a
desire for knowledge, and a desire for riches; and woe betide the
nation that forgets the first and second of these factors, and loses
its soul in concentration upon the last of them.



II

During the years succeeding Nansen's expedition the desire to reach
the North Pole itself took possession of the minds of many brave men.
Bit by bit the Arctic regions had been mapped out; gradually the
obstacles that maintained the Pole in its splendid isolation were
being overcome.  Some years were to pass before its mysteries were
unveiled, but in those years there was an almost continuous effort to
probe those mysteries.

Nansen had discovered beyond any doubt that the Pole lay in an
ice-covered sea, an inhospitable place enough; but this fact did not
prevent explorers from wanting actually to locate it, and in 1900 the
Duke of the Abruzzi tried to reach it by way of Franz-Josef Land.
Owing to a frost-bitten hand, the Duke could not take part in the
main journey of his expedition, and so Captain Cagni commanded it.
The Pole withstood this effort, but Cagni did succeed in reaching 86°
33' N., and thus beat Nansen's record for "farthest north."

Previous to the Abruzzi expedition, Robert Peary had launched his
first great attack upon the Pole.  This expedition lasted for four
years--1898 to 1902--but Peary encountered such dense packs of ice,
which blocked his way to the Polar Ocean, that he failed in his main
object.

Another attempt followed in 1906, and although this was not crowned
with complete success, Peary made a world's record for "farthest
north" by reaching 87° 6'.  In this expedition he nearly lost his
life, but he returned to America with the grim determination to make
yet another attempt.  Experience had been bought by Peary in
abundance and at a great cost, and to this was added an energy that
was remarkable even among Polar explorers.  This third voyage to the
Polar regions had, in the nature of things, to be his last.  He was,
when he set out upon it, fifty-three years of age, and although,
after spending over twenty years in Arctic work, he had an experience
that was invaluable, even experience cannot make an Arctic explorer
forget that youth is also a great asset in the Polar regions.

In May, 1908, Peary published his programme, the main features of
which are worthy of record.  He decided to use the same ship, the
_Roosevelt_, which had taken him to the north in his 1906 expedition.
His route was to be by way of Smith Sound; his winter quarters were
to be at Cape Sheridan, or even nearer to the Pole if the ship could
proceed farther; he intended to use sledges and Eskimo dogs for
traction; and, lastly, he placed his confidence in Eskimos, the
Arctic Highlanders, as the rank-and-file of his sledge parties.

Most careful preparations were made for this expedition, and while
Peary was making them he received much practical support, but also
some suggestions that were not notably helpful.  For instance, one
cheerful crank invited him to become a "human cannon-ball"--some sort
of machine was to be taken to the North, and then, when it was
pointed towards the Pole, the inventor assured Peary that it would
shoot him there in no time.  The explorer did not see his way to
accepting such an abrupt means of transit!

When the _Roosevelt_ sailed on 17th July, 1908, she had twenty-two
men on board, including Peary himself, Robert Bartlett, master of the
_Roosevelt_, George Wardwell, Dr. Goodsell, Professor Marvin, Donald
McMillan, George Borop, and Matthew Henson, Peary's negro assistant,
who had accompanied him on many expeditions.

When Peary's vast knowledge of the Polar regions is remembered, his
remarks on the essentials required in an Arctic sledge journey must
admittedly be valuable.  "The essentials, and the only essentials,"
he writes, "needed in a serious Arctic sledge journey, no matter what
the season, the temperature, or the duration of the journey--whether
one month or six--are four: pemmican, tea, ship's biscuit, condensed
milk."*  And it is interesting to note that of these commodities he
took 50,000 lbs. of pemmican, 10,000 lbs. of biscuit, 800 lbs. of
tea, and 100 cases of condensed milk on this expedition.


* Robert Peary's _The North Pole_ (Hodder and Stoughton).


The _Roosevelt_ reached Cape York, Greenland, on 1st August, and
there she said a temporary good-bye to the civilized world.  There
also Peary met the Eskimos, whose friendship he had gained by many
and continuous acts of kindness.  The Eskimos are, within their
limits, a lovable and loyal people; their good qualities are those of
nice children, their bad qualities those of mischievous children.  "I
have made it a point," Peary says, "to be firm with them, but to rule
them by love and gratitude rather than by fear and threats.  An
Eskimo, like an Indian, never forgets a broken promise--nor a
fulfilled one."  These Eskimos live on the verge of starvation for
many months in the year, but if they are not troubled by questions of
morality in one sense of the word, they are at any rate ready to
share what they have got in the way of food, or of means to obtain
it, with those who are less fortunate than themselves.  Religion, as
we understand it, does not enter into their scheme of things, but
they pay studious attention to spirits--especially to Tornarsuk, who
is the devil himself, and consequently leader of all evil spirits.
One can appreciate the childlikeness of people who will rip an old
garment to shreds so that the devil may be prevented from wearing it!

After leaving Cape York, Peary transferred himself for some days to
the _Erik_, his auxiliary supply steamer, so that he could collect as
many Eskimos and dogs as he required.  By 11th August the _Erik_
reached Etah, and rejoined the _Roosevelt_.  Finally, Peary selected
49 Eskimos and 246 dogs, and having transferred them to the
_Roosevelt_, the explorers set out to fight their way through the 350
miles of ice-blocked water that separated Etah from Cape Sheridan.
And the ice during that journey was in no gentle mood.  So great were
the risks that the ship might at any time be crushed, that the boats,
fully equipped and provisioned, were always ready to be lowered at a
moment's notice.

A terrific battle with that uncompromising opponent, the ice,
followed, but not until 30th August did the struggle reach its
climax.  On that day the ship was "kicked about by the floes as if
she had been a football," and the pressure was so terrific that Peary
decided to dynamite the ice.  This operation was successful in
relieving the situation, but some days passed before even the
greatest optimist in the ship could consider her free from danger.
But on 5th September the _Roosevelt_ managed to fight her way through
to Cape Sheridan; and after a project to take her on to Porter Bay
had been abandoned, the work of unloading her was begun, and with her
lighter load Captain Bartlett proceeded to get her as near the shore
as possible.

The first stage on the way to the Pole was behind the explorers, and
if the next stage was shorter in distance, it was no less important a
part of the whole scheme.  This second stage consisted of the
transportation of supplies from Cape Sheridan to Cape Columbia,
ninety miles north-west of the ship.  Cape Columbia is the most
northerly point of Grant Land, and from there Peary had determined to
make his dash over the ice to the Pole.  But to move an enormous
quantity of supplies over such a distance was work that needed much
thought and care, for in the first place some of Peary's companions
were unused to driving sledges, and, secondly, neither the weather
nor the track were likely to give them much assistance.

These sledging parties on the way to Cape Columbia were soon
organized, and, in addition, hunting parties were sent out, and a
supply of fresh meat for the winter was obtained.  "Imagine us,"
Peary wrote, "in our winter home on the _Roosevelt_ ... the ship held
tight in her icy berth, a hundred and fifty yards from the shore, the
ship and the surrounding world covered with snow, the wind creaking
in the rigging, whistling and shrieking round the corners of the deck
houses, the temperatures ranging from zero to sixty below, and the
ice-pack in the channel outside groaning and complaining with the
movement of the tides."

In these words Peary gives us an excellent picture of the explorers'
winter home--a home upon which the sun never shone for many months,
but which, in spite of the darkness, was a home of unceasing industry
and preparation.  And among the innumerable activities that took
place, none was more important than the task of attending to the
dogs.  Early in November, Peary had become anxious about these
all-important factors of his expedition.  Over fifty of them were
already dead, and a few days later only 160 dogs out of the 245 with
which he had arrived were left.  A change of diet from whale to
walrus meat put an end to these appalling losses; but Peary's anxiety
until he discovered a way to prevent them can be easily imagined.
For without any adequate supply of dogs he knew all too well that
neither he nor any one else would ever reach the Pole.

By the end of the autumn season snow igloos had been built on the
track to Cape Columbia.  We have the best authority--namely,
Peary's--for saying that one of these snow-houses can be built by
four good workmen in an hour.  Into this shelter the traveller
literally crawls, for the only means of entrance is a hole at the
bottom of one side, and when the last man of the party has got in,
this opening is closed up by a block of snow already cut for the
purpose.

Except for one most alarming experience, when in a terrific gale the
ice made a stupendous attempt against the invading ship, the winter
was spent rather with anxiety about the future than with worry about
the present.  No wonder that Peary speculated over what awaited him
when he started upon his great march.  After leaving Cape Columbia,
over 400 miles separated him from his goal, and these miles had to be
travelled over the ice of the Polar sea.  "There is no land," he
writes, "_between Cape Columbia and the North Pole, and no smooth and
very little level ice._"  But even ice through which the traveller
must sometimes pick-axe his way is not the most serious impediment to
those who would reach the Pole.  The great obstacles--the
ever-present source of anxiety--are the "leads" which constantly
appear.  These "leads" are really patches of open water, varying in
extent, which the winds and tides cause in the ice's movement.  For
no reason that is apparent, these dangerous obstacles suddenly block
the explorer's advance, and little can be done save to wait for them
to remove themselves.  These "leads" were to be Peary's greatest
impediment in his march, and were destined to be fatal to one valued
member of his party.

The final attack on the Pole began on 15th February, 1909, when
Bartlett, with a pioneer party, left the Roosevelt, and a week later
Peary started on his way.  At this time 7 members of the expedition,
19 Eskimos, 140 dogs, and 28 sledges, divided into various parties,
were engaged in the great effort to reach the Pole.  It was arranged
that all of these parties should meet Peary at Cape Columbia on the
last day of February; and on that day Bartlett and Borop started from
the cape with advance parties.  The duties of these advance parties
were as onerous as they were important.  For it was to Bartlett that
Peary looked for a trail by which the main party could travel.

On the second day's march, after Peary had left Cape Columbia and the
land behind him, he met with his first open "lead," and a slight
delay occurred.  But on the following day this "lead" was covered
with young ice, and Peary determined to cross it.  "If the reader,"
he wrote, "will imagine crossing a river on a succession of gigantic
shingles, one, two, or three deep, and all afloat and moving, he will
perhaps form an idea of the uncertain surface over which we crossed
this 'lead.'  Such a passage is distinctly trying, as any moment may
lose a sledge and its team, or plunge a member of the party into the
icy water."  And later on, when Borop was crossing an open crack, his
dogs fell into the water, and the loss both of the dogs and the
sledge with its invaluable load of provisions was only prevented by
Borop's exceptional quickness and strength.

The explorers had advanced nearly 50 miles from Cape Columbia, when
they were held up by a big "lead," which refused most obstinately to
cover itself with ice strong enough to bear the sledges.  For a week
this open water delayed the expedition, and Peary had good reason to
wonder if his most careful preparation and organization were once
more to miss the success that they deserved.  On 11th March, however,
the parties managed to cross the "lead," and on the march that
followed they crossed the 84th parallel.

When the explorers started on this journey, Peary did not announce
how far each one of his companions was to accompany him on the march,
and presently Dr. Goodsell and MacMillan, with Eskimos, sledges, and
dogs, turned back.  Then the main expedition consisted of 16 men, 12
sledges, and 100 dogs.  On 19th March, Peary revealed the programme
he intended to follow to Bartlett, Marvin, Borop, and Henson.  First
of all Borop was to turn back; five marches farther on Marvin was to
go; and after another five marches Bartlett was to leave the Polar
party, which would then consist of 6 men, 40 dogs, and 5 sledges.

Unlike most programmes, this one of Peary's was faithfully carried
out.  Borop returned when 85° 23' was reached, and during the next
days the explorers advanced so rapidly that they succeeded in passing
both Nansen's and the Duke of the Abruzzi's record for farthest
north.  In turn, first Bartlett and then Marvin started upon the
homeward track, and Peary was left with 4 Eskimos--Egingwah, Seegloo,
Ootah, and Ooqueah--Henson, 5 sledges, and 40 dogs.

Of these Eskimos, Ooqueah was the only one who had not been in any
previous expedition; but all the same he was the most romantic of the
party, because he was intent upon winning the rewards that would
enable him to marry the girl of his choice.  Glimmering before his
eyes Ooqueah saw a whale-boat, a rifle, and other prizes which Peary
had promised to those who went with him to the farthest point.  Not
for a moment was there any doubt about Ooqueah's keenness, for he was
spurred on by two of the greatest incentives that any young man can
have--a desire to be wealthy, and a desire to marry.

Left alone with Henson and the Eskimos, Peary still had 133 nautical
miles* to travel before he reached his goal.  This distance he
intended to cover in five marches, and, provided that the gales would
leave him in peace and not open the "leads" of water, he had every
hope of carrying out his intention.


* A nautical mile is approximately 2,026 yards.


Up to this stage in the march Peary had been whipper-in, but in the
last stages he led the van.  And during the concluding stages it must
be admitted that fortune smiled upon the travellers.  True, that in
this almost breathless rush for the Pole "leads" were not entirely
absent, but such as were encountered did not seriously delay the
marches.  As, however, Peary got nearer and nearer to the Pole, the
fear that the prize might at the last moment be snatched away from
him by an impassable "lead" was constantly with him.

On 5th April the party reached 89° 25' N., and were within 35 miles
of the Pole.  So near, indeed, were they, that Peary writes: "By some
strange shift of feeling the fear of the "leads" had fallen from me
completely.  I now felt that success was certain...."

And his confidence was justified.  On April 6, 1909, Peary, with his
coloured assistant, Matthew Henson, and the four Eskimos, reached the
Pole, and there the leader of this successful party wrote the
following note;--

  "90° N. Lat., North Pole,
    6_th April_ 1909.

"I have to-day hoisted the national ensign of the United States of
America at this place, which my observations indicate to be the North
Pole axis of the earth, and have formally taken possession of the
entire region and adjacent, for and in the name of the President of
the United States of America.  I leave this record and United States
flag in possession.

  "ROBERT E. PEARY,
      "United States Navy."


The explorers spent thirty hours at the Pole, and then started upon
the long journey back to the coast of Grant Land.  By 23rd April,
favoured by beautiful weather, the party had reached Cape Columbia;
so favoured, indeed, had they been that Ootah remarked on their
arrival that "the devil is asleep or having trouble with his wife, or
we should never have come back so easily."

On that same day Peary wrote in his diary: "I have got the North Pole
out of my system after twenty-three years of effort, hard work,
disappointments, hardships, privations, more or less suffering, and
some risks."

The joy of success, tremendous as it was, could not but be dimmed by
the news that awaited Peary on his return to the ship.  For Marvin
had lost his life, on the return journey, in trying to cross some
young and treacherous ice, and the loss of this gallant and able man
illustrates all too sadly the "some risks" of which Peary
wrote--risks which all explorers in greater or less measure have to
run.

As a conclusion to this chapter of adventure and determined effort,
the words of that prince of explorers, Fridtjof Nansen, seem
peculiarly appropriate.  "From first to last," he wrote, "the history
of Polar exploration is a single mighty manifestation of the power of
the Unknown over the mind of man."




IV

THE MOUNTAINS OF THE MOON



THE MOUNTAINS OF THE MOON

(_Map_, p. 112.)

Twenty-four centuries ago a line of Æschylus--"Egypt nurtured by the
snow"--embodied a geographical theory which descended from Heaven
knows what early folk-wandering.  Aristotle with his _'aryuroun
oros_, the Mountain of Silver from which the Nile flowed, continued
the tradition in literature.  Meantime Sabæan Arabs, trading along
the east coast of Africa, and making expeditions to the interior,
came back with stories of great inland seas and snow mountains near
them.  What they saw may have been only Kilimanjaro and Kenia, but
the popular acceptance of their reports points to the earlier tale
linking the snows with the Nile valley.  Greek and Roman travellers
spread the rumour, and presently it found its way, probably through
Marinus of Tyre, into the pages of the geographer Ptolemy.

Ptolemy had no doubt about these snows.  He called them the Mountains
of the Moon, and definitely fixed them as the source of the river of
Egypt.  For centuries after him the question slumbered, and men were
too busied with creeds and conquests to think much of that fount of
the Nile which Alexander the Great saw in his dreams.  When the
exploration of Equatoria began in last century the story revived, and
the discovery of Kenia and Kilimanjaro seemed to have settled the
matter.  It was true that these mountains were a long way from the
Nile watershed, but then Ptolemy had never enjoyed much of a
reputation for accuracy.

Still doubt remained in some minds, and explorers kept their eyes
open for snow mountains which should actually feed the Nile, since,
after all, so ancient a tradition had probably some ground of fact.
Speke in 1861 thought he had discovered them in the chain of
volcanoes between Lake Kivu and Lake Albert Edward, but these
mountains held no snow.  He received a hint, however, which might
have led to success, for he heard from the Arabs of Unyamwezi of a
strange mountain west of Lake Victoria, seldom visible, covered with
white stuff, and so high and steep that no man could ascend it.  In
1864 Sir Samuel Baker was within sight of Ruwenzori, and actually saw
dim shapes looming through the haze, to which he gave the name of
"Blue Mountains."

In 1875 Stanley encamped for several days upon the eastern slopes,
but he did not realize the greatness of the heights above him.  He
thought they were something like Elgon, and he christened them Mount
Edwin Arnold (a name happily not continued); but he had no thought of
snow or glacier, and he disbelieved the native stories of white stuff
on the top.  In 1876 Gordon's emissary, Gessi, recorded a strange
apparition, "like snow mountains in the sky," which his men saw, but
he seems to have considered it a hallucination.  Stranger still, Emin
Pasha lived for ten years on Lake Albert and never once saw the
range--a fact which may be partly explained by his bad eyesight.
Ruwenzori keeps its secret well.  The mists from the Semliki valley
shroud its base, and only on the clearest days, and for a very little
time, can the traveller get such a prospect as Mr. Grogan got on his
famous walk from the Cape to Cairo--"a purple mass, peak piled upon
peak, black-streaked with forest, scored with ravine, and ever
mounting till her castellated crags shoot their gleaming tops far
into the violet heavens."

The true discoverer was Stanley, who, in 1888, suddenly had a vision
of the range from the south-west shore of Lake Albert.  Every one
remembers the famous passage:--


"While looking to the south-east and meditating upon the events of
the last month, my eyes were directed by a boy to a mountain said to
be covered with salt, and I saw a peculiar-shaped cloud of a most
beautiful silver colour, which assumed the proportions and appearance
of a vast mountain covered with snow.  Following its form downward, I
became struck with the deep blue-black colour of its base, and
wondered if it portended another tornado; then as the sight descended
to the gap between the eastern and western plateaus I became for the
first time conscious that what I gazed upon was not the image or
semblance of a vast mountain, but the solid substance of a real one,
with its summit covered with snow....  It now dawned upon me that
this must be Ruwenzori, which was said to be covered with a white
metal or substance believed to be rock, as reported by Kavali's two
slaves."


Stanley had neither the time nor the equipment for mountain
expeditions, though to the end of his life Ruwenzori remained for him
a centre of romance.  It was his "dear wish," as he told the Royal
Geographical Society shortly before his death, that some lover of
Alpine climbing would take the range in hand and explore it from top
to bottom.  In 1889 one of his companions, Lieutenant Stairs, made an
attempt from the north-west, and reached a height of nearly 11,000
feet.  Two years later Dr. Stuhlmann, a member of Emin's expedition,
made a bold journey up the Butagu valley on the west, discovered the
wonderful mountain vegetation, and nearly reached the snow level.  In
1895 came Mr. Scott Elliot, who was primarily a botanist, but who, in
spite of bad malaria, managed to struggle as far as 13,000 feet.

Then followed troubles in Uganda, and it was not till 1900 that the
work of exploration was resumed.  To make the story clear, it is
necessary to explain that the range runs practically north and south,
and that about half-way it is cut into by two deep valleys--the
Mobuku running to the east and the Butagu running to the Semliki on
the west.  Fort Portal at the northern end is the nearest station;
and as from it the eastern side is the more accessible, it was
natural that the Mobuku valley should be chosen as the best means of
access.  In 1900 Mr. Moore reached its head, and ascended the
mountain called Kiyanja to the height of 14,900 feet.  He had no
sight of the range as a whole, but he believed this to be the highest
peak, and put the summit at about 16,000 feet.  In the same year Sir
Harry Johnston followed this route.  He ascended to the height of
14,828 feet on Kiyanja, and saw from the Mobuku valley a mountain to
the north, which he named Duwoni.  He came to the conclusion that the
highest altitude of the range was not under 20,000 feet, and in this
view he was followed by other travellers, like Mr. Wylde, Mr. Grogan,
and Major Gibbons, none of whom, however, actually made ascents of
any peak.

The first serious mountaineering expedition was made in 1905 by Mr.
Douglas Freshfield and Mr. A. L. Mumm, who suffered from such
appalling weather that they had to give up the attempt.  Being
experienced mountaineers, however, they reached some valuable
conclusions.  From the plains they had a clear view of the tops, and
ascertained that the mountain called Kiyanja at the head of the
Mobuku valley was certainly lower than a twin-peaked snow mountain
beyond it to the west.  They also placed the extreme height of the
range at no more than 18,000 feet.  Meanwhile Lieutenant Behrens, of
the Anglo-German Boundary Commission, had made an elaborate
triangulation, and gave to the twin tops of the highest peak
altitudes of 16,625 feet and 16,549 feet--measurements, let it be
noted, which were only a few hundred feet out.  One other expedition,
which occupied the close of the same year and the beginning of 1906,
deserves mention.  Mr. A. F. R. Wollaston, of a British Museum party,
found an old ice-axe in a hut (probably left by Mr. Freshfield), and,
with a few yards of rotten rope, set off with a companion to climb
Kiyanja.  He reached a height of 16,379 feet, and also climbed a peak
to the north, which he believed wrongly to be Duwoni, and which now
very properly bears his name.  The whole performance was a brilliant
adventure, and Mr. Wollaston has published the story of his travels
in a delightful book.*


* _From Ruwenzori to the Congo_ (John Murray).


Such was the position when, in April, 1906, the Duke of the Abruzzi
and his party left Italy to solve once and for all the riddle of the
mountains.  The Duke was perhaps the greatest of living mountaineers.
As a rock-climber his fame has filled the Alps, and no name is more
honoured at Courmayeur or the Montanvert.  He had led Polar
expeditions, and had made the first ascent of the Alaskan Mount St.
Elias.  His experience, therefore, had made him not only a climber
but an organizer of mountain travel.  It was to this latter
accomplishment that he owed his success, for Ruwenzori was not so
much a climber's as a traveller's problem.  The actual mountaineering
is not hard, but to travel the long miles from Entebbe to the range,
to cut a path through the dense jungles of the valleys, and to carry
supplies and scientific apparatus to the high glacier camps, required
an organizing talent of the first order.

The Duke left no contingency unforeseen.  He took with him four
celebrated Courmayeur guides, and a staff of distinguished
scientists, as well as Cav.  Vittorio Sella, the greatest of living
mountain photographers.  So large was the expedition that two hundred
and fifty native porters were required to carry stores from Entebbe
to Fort Portal.  It was not a bold personal adventure, like Mr.
Wollaston's, but a carefully planned, scientific assault upon the
mystery of Ruwenzori.  The Duke did not only seek to ascend the
highest peak, but to climb every summit, and map accurately every
mountain, valley, and glacier.  The story of the work has been
officially written,* not indeed by the leader himself, who had no
time to spare, but by his friend and former companion, Sir Filippo de
Filippi.  It is an admirable account, clear and yet picturesque, and
it is illustrated by photographs and panoramas which have not often
been equalled in mountaineering narratives.


* _Ruwenzori; An Account of the Expedition of H.R.H. the Duke of the
Abruzzi_ (London: Constable).


The charm of the book is its strangeness.  It tells of a kind of
mountaineering to which the world can show no parallel.  When Lhasa
had been visited, Ruwenzori remained, with the gorges of the
Brahmaputra, one of the few great geographical mysteries unveiled.
Happily the unveiling has not killed the romance, for the truth is
stranger than any forecast.  If the Mountains of the Moon are lower
than we had believed, they are far more wonderful.  Here you have a
range almost on the Equator, rising not from an upland, like
Kilimanjaro, but from the "Albertine Depression," which is 600 or 700
feet below the average level of Uganda; a range of which the highest
peaks are 1,000 feet higher than Mont Blanc, which is draped most
days of the year in mist, and accessible from the plains only by
deep-cut glens choked with strange trees and flowers.  The altitude
would in any case give every stage of climate from torrid to arctic,
but the position on the Line adds something exotic even to familiar
mountain sights, draping a glacier moraine with a tangle of monstrous
growths, and swelling the homely Alpine flora into portents.  The
freakish spirit in Nature has been let loose, and she has set
snowfields and rock _arêtes_ in the heart of a giant hothouse.

[Illustration: The Peaks and Valleys of Ruwenzori.  The Route to
Ruwenzori.]

The Duke of the Abruzzi was faced at the start with a deplorable
absence of information.  Even the season when the weather was most
favourable was disputed.  Mr. Freshfield, following Sir Harry
Johnston's advice, tried November, and found a perpetual shower-bath.
Warned by this experience, the Duke selected June and July for the
attempt, and was fortunate enough to get sufficient clear days to
complete his task, though he was repeatedly driven into camp by
violent rain.  Another matter in doubt was the best means of approach
to the highest snows.  The obvious route was the Mobuku valley, but
by this time it was pretty clear that Kiyanja, the peak at its head,
was not the highest, and it was possible that there might be no way
out of the valley to the higher western summits.  Still, it had been
the old way of travellers, and since the alternative was the Butagu
valley right on the other side of the range, the Duke chose to follow
the steps of his predecessors.

Just before Butiti he got his first sight of the snow, and made out
that a double peak, which was certainly not Johnston's Duwoni, was
clearly the loftiest.  Duwoni came into view again in the lower
Mobuku valley, and the sight, combined with the known locality of
Kiyanja, enabled the expedition to take its bearings.  Duwoni was
seen through the opening of a large tributary valley, the Bujuku,
which entered the Mobuku on the north side between the Portal Peaks.
Now it had been clear from the lowlands that the highest snows were
to the south of Duwoni, and must consequently lie between that peak
and the Mobuku valley.  The conclusion was that the Bujuku must lead
to the foot of the highest summits, while the Mobuku could not.  The
discovery was the key of the whole geography of the range.  But the
Duke did not at once act upon it.  He wisely decided to explore
Kiyanja first; so, thinning out his caravan and leaving his heavier
stores at the last native village, he with his party pushed up the
Mobuku torrent.

The Mobuku valley falls in stages from the glacier, and at the foot
of each stage is a cliff face and a waterfall.  The soil everywhere
oozes moisture, and where an outcrop of rock or a mat of dead boughs
does not give firmer going, it is knee-deep in black mud.  The first
stage is forest land--great conifers with masses of ferns and
tree-ferns below, and above a tangle of creepers and flaming orchids.
At the second terrace you come to the fringe of Alpine life.  Here is
the heath forest, of which let the narrative tell:--


"Trunks and boughs are entirely smothered in a thick layer of mosses
which hang like waving beards from every spray, cushion and englobe
every knot, curl and swell around each twig, deform every outline and
obliterate every feature, till the trees are a mere mass of grotesque
contortions, monstrous tumefactions of the discoloured leprous
growth.  No leaf is to be seen save on the very topmost twigs, yet
the forest is dark owing to the dense network of trunks and branches.
The soil disappears altogether under innumerable dead trunks, heaped
one upon another in intricate piles, covered with mosses, viscous and
slippery when exposed to the air; black, naked, and yet neither
mildewed nor rotten where they have lain for years and years in deep
holes.  No forest can be grimmer and stranger than this.  The
vegetation seems primeval, of some period when forms were uncertain
and provisory."


But the third terrace is stranger still.  There one is out of the
forest and in an Alpine meadow between sheer cliffs, with far at the
head the gorge of Bujongolo and the tongue of the glacier above it.
But what an Alpine meadow!--


"The ground was carpeted with a deep layer of lycopodium and springy
moss, and thickly dotted with big clumps of the papery flowers, pink,
yellow, and silver white, of the helichrysum or everlasting, above
which rose the tall columnar stalks of the lobelia, like funeral
torches, beside huge branching groups of the monster senecio.  The
impression produced was beyond words to describe; the spectacle was
too weird, too improbable, too unlike all familiar images, and upon
the whole brooded the same grave deathly silence."


It is a commonplace to say that in savage Africa man is surrounded by
a fauna still primeval; but in these mountains the flora, too, is of
an earlier world--that strange world which is embalmed in our coal
seams.  Under the veil of mist, among cliffs which lose themselves in
the clouds, the traveller walks in an unearthly landscape, with the
gaunt candelabra of the senecios, the flambeaus of the lobelias, and
the uncanny blooms of the helichryse like decorations at some ghostly
feast.  The word "helichryse" calls up ridiculous Theocritean
associations, as if the sunburnt little "creeping-gold" of Sicily
were any kin to these African marvels!  Our elders were wise when
they named the range the Mountains of the Moon, for such things might
well belong to some lunar gorge of Mr. Wells's imagination.  Beyond
Kiyanja the Duke found a little lake where a fire had raged and the
senecios were charred and withered.  It was a veritable Valley of Dry
Bones.

[Illustration: Ruwenzori from the Hill near Kaibo.  (_By permission
of Messrs. Arch. Constable & Co., Ltd._)]


Bujongolo offered the expedition a stone-heap overhung by a cliff,
and there the permanent camp was fixed.  Among mildews and lichens
and pallid mist and an everlasting drip of rain five weeks were
passed with this unpromising spot as their base.  The first business
was to ascend Kiyanja.  This gave little trouble, for the ridge was
soon gained, and an easy _arête_ to the south led to the chief point.
The height proved to be 15,988 feet, and the view from the summit
settled the geography of the range and confirmed the Duke's theories.
For it was now clear that the ridge at the head of the Mobuku was no
part of the watershed of the chain, and that the Duwoni of Johnston
was to the north, not of the Mobuku, but of the Bujuku.  The highest
summits stood over to the west, rising from the col at the head of
the Bujuku valley.  The Duke saw that they might also be reached by
making a detour to the south of Kiyanja, and ascending a glen which
is one of the high affluents of the Butagu, the great valley on the
west side of the system.

It may be convenient here to explain the main features of the range,
giving them the new names which the expedition invented, and which
are now adopted by geographers.  Kiyanja became Mount Baker, and its
highest point is called Edward Peak after the then King of England.
Due south, across the Freshfield Pass, stands Mount Luigi di Savoia,
a name given by the Royal Geographical Society and not by the Duke,
who wished to christen it after Joseph Thomson the traveller.  Due
north from Mount Baker, and separated from it by the upper Bujuku
valley, is Mount Speke (the Duwoni of Johnston), with its main summit
called Vittorio Emanuele.  West of the gap between Baker and Speke
stands the highest summit of all, Mount Stanley, with its twin peaks
Margherita and Alexandra.  North of Mount Speke is Mount Emin, and
east of the latter is Mount Gessi.  Five of the great massifs cluster
around the Bujuku valley, while the sixth, Mount Luigi di Savoia,
stands by itself at the south end of the chain.

The assault on Mount Stanley was delayed for some days by abominable
weather.  At last came a clear season, and the Duke with his guides
crossed Freshfield Pass and ascended the valley at the back of Mount
Baker.  There they spent an evening, which showed what Ruwenzori
could be like when clouds are absent.  They found a little lake,
embosomed in flowers, under the cliffs, and looking to the west they
saw the sun set in crimson and gold over the great spaces of the
Congo Forest.  Next day they reached the col which bears the name of
Scott Elliot, and encamped on one of the Mount Stanley glaciers at
the height of 14,817 feet.  At 7.30 on the following morning they
reached the top of the first peak, Alexandra, 16,749 feet high.  A
short descent and a difficult piece of step-cutting through snow
cornices took them to the summit of Margherita (16,815 feet), the
highest point of the range:--


"They emerged from the mist into splendid clear sunlight.  At their
feet lay a sea of fog.  An impenetrable layer of light ashy-white
cloud-drift, stretching as far as the eye could reach, was drifting
rapidly north-westward.  From the immense moving surface emerged two
fixed points, two pure white peaks sparkling in the sun with their
myriad snow crystals.  These were the two extreme summits of the
highest peaks.  The Duke of the Abruzzi named these summits
Margherita and Alexandra, 'in order that, under the auspices of these
two royal ladies, the memory of the two nations may be handed down to
posterity--of Italy, whose name was the first to resound on these
snows in a shout of victory, and of England, which in its marvellous
colonial expansion carries civilization to the slopes of these remote
mountains.'  It was a thrilling moment when the little tricolor flag,
given by H.M. Queen Margherita of Savoy, unfurled to the wind and sun
the embroidered letters of its inspiring motto, 'Ardisci e Spera.'"


The conquest of Mount Stanley was the culminating point of the
expedition.  After that, the topography being known, it only remained
to ascend the four massifs of Speke, Emin, Gessi, and Luigi di
Savoia.  In addition, the Bujuku valley, with its tributary the
Migusi, was thoroughly explored.  The aim of the Duke being
completeness, many of the peaks were ascended several times to verify
the observations.  There is an account of how from one peak in a
sudden blink of fine weather the leader saw two portions of the
expedition in different parts of the range moving about their
allotted tasks.  The result of this wise organization is that to-day
the world knows every peak, glacier, and valley in Ruwenzori far more
minutely than many habitable parts of the East African plateau.  The
expedition was not only a fine adventure, but a wonderful piece of
solid and enduring scientific work.  No Englishman will grudge that
the honours of the pioneer fell to so brilliant a climber and so
unwearied a traveller as the Duke of the Abruzzi.  The Italian name
has always stood high in mountaineering annals, and the Duke has long
ago earned his place in that inner circle of fame which includes
Mummery and Guido Rey, Moore and Zsigmondy.

[Illustration: The Valley to the West of Mount Baker.  (_By
permission of Messrs. Arch. Constable & Co., Ltd._)]


The riddle of equatorial snow has been solved, and there is nothing
very startling in the answer.  The upper part of the mountains has no
marvels to show equal to the giant groundsels and lobelias and the
forests of heath on the lower slopes.  The glaciers are all small,
without tributaries, as in Norway; and there are no real basins, but
merely "a sort of glacier caps from which ice digitations flow down
at divers points."  All the same, the glacier formation is more
respectable than Mr. Freshfield thought, for he saw only the small
ice-stream at the head of the Mobuku, and was not aware of the much
greater one from Mount Stanley which descends to the upper Bujuku
valley.  The limit of perpetual snow is about 14,600 feet.  Mr.
Freshfield was so struck by the small size of the Mobuku torrent
where it issues from the glacier, and by its clearness, that he
thought it must come from some underground spring rather than from a
real melting of the ice.  He maintained that tropical glaciers were
consumed mainly by evaporation and only in a small degree by melting.
The Duke has, however, made it clear that the glaciers of Ruwenzori
are subject to the same conditions as those of the Alps, and that
their streams are true glacier torrents.  The limpidity of the water
he ascribes to their almost complete immobility, which means that
there is no grinding of the detritus in their beds.

On the whole, the range offers no great scope for the energies of the
mountaineer.  The ice and snow work is easy, and even the huge
cornices, such as are found on Margherita, are fairly safe for the
climber, owing to the way in which they are propped by a forest of
ice stalactites caused by the rapid melting of the snow.  On the
other hand, there is abundance of rock climbing of every degree of
difficulty, for the mountains below the snow-line fall very sheer to
the valleys.  Luigi di Savoia, Emin, and Gessi are virtually rock
peaks; an isolated summit, Mount Cagni, is wholly rock; and there are
fine rock faces on Mount Baker and the Edward and Savoia Peaks of
Mount Stanley.  I doubt, however, if Ruwenzori will ever be a centre
for the rock gymnast.  The weather would damp the ardour of the most
earnest _habitué_ of Chamonix or San Martino.  A few hours of
sunshine once a week are not enough in which to plan out routes up
cliffs whose scale far exceeds the measure of the Alps.  The Grepon
or the Dru would have long remained virgin if their crags had been
for ever slimy with moisture and draped in mist, and the climber had
to descend to no comfortable Montanvert, but to a clammy tent among
swamps and mildews.

And yet those peaks remain almost the strangest of the world's
wonders, and their ascent will always be one of the finest of human
adventures.  They are Mountains of the Moon rather than of this
common earth.  The first discoverers brought back tales which were
scarcely credible--ice-peaks of Himalayan magnitude, soaring out of
flame-coloured tropic jungles.  For long mountaineers were consumed
with curiosity as to what mysteries lay behind that veil of mist.
For all they knew, equatorial snow might be difficult beyond the
skill of man, and Ruwenzori the eternal and unapproachable goal of
the adventurer's ambition.  The truth is prosaic beside these
imaginings.  Any man who can afford the time and the money, who
selects the right time of year, and is sound in wind and limb, can
stand on the dome of Margherita.

But the experience will still be unique, for these mountains have no
fellows on the globe.  There is a certain kinship between the tale of
the first ascent of Mount McKinley in Alaska,* and that of the Duke
of the Abruzzi.  That gaunt icy peak is as unlike the ordinary snow
mountain as Ruwenzori.  The climb began from the glacier at a height
of 1,000 feet, and 19,000 feet of snow and ice had to be surmounted.
The Alaskan giant and the Mountains of the Moon stand at the opposite
poles of climate, but both are alike in being outside the brotherhood
of mountains.  They are extravagances of Nature, moulded without
regard to human needs.  For mountains, when all has been said, belong
to the habitable world.  They are barriers between the settlements of
man, and from their isolation the climber looks to the vineyards and
cornlands and cities of the plains.  An ice-peak near the Pole and a
range veiled in the steaming mists of the Line are solitudes more
retired and sanctuaries more inviolate.  The common mountain-top
lifts a man above the tumult of the lowlands, but these seem to carry
him beyond the tumult of the world.

* See Chapter VI.




V

THE SOUTH POLE



THE SOUTH POLE

(_Map_, p. 144.)

I

The imaginations of bold men were captured by the idea of Arctic
exploration for centuries before the Antarctic was even thought of as
a field for discovery.  The Arctic regions have a history dating back
to the days of King Alfred; the Antarctic can make no such boast as
this, and it is true to say that attention was first drawn to the Far
South by the map-makers.

Much praise is due to the early map-makers; but as regards the Far
South it must be admitted that they indulged in considerable
guesswork.  Ortelius, for instance, in his map of the world which was
published in Antwerp in 1570, had the temerity to draw the coast of
"Terra Australia nondum cognita" round the world as far north, in two
places, as the Tropic of Capricorn.

Hakluyt did, in 1599, omit the Southern continent from his celebrated
map of the world, an abstinence on his part that deserves to be
mentioned.  But fictions, in spite of Hakluyt, continued to appear in
later maps; and if they did nothing else, they were at least useful
in directing the thoughts of navigators towards the Antarctic.

Accident rather than design was, however, responsible for the first
discoveries in the South.  In 1520 Magellan found the strait which is
known by his name, and during the sixteenth century what discoveries
were made in the direction of the South were due to contrary winds.
Owing to gales, Sir Francis Drake, in 1578, reached in latitude 56°
S.  "the uttermost part of the land towards the South Pole," and so,
sadly against his will, made discoveries.  And it was owing to what
has happily been called "a discovery-causing gale" that some Dutch
ships, which had set out in 1598 for the exciting but scarcely
laudable purpose of plundering the coasts of Chile and Peru, were
scattered in all directions.  One of these ships, a mere baby of 18
tons, was driven to 64° S., and there her captain, Dirk Gerritsz,
sighted "high land with mountains covered with snow, like the land of
Norway."

If proof of the universal ignorance of the South at the beginning of
the seventeenth century is needed, we have the expedition of Pedro
Fernandez de Quiros.  Quiros was commissioned by the King of Spain,
Philip III., to undertake a voyage for the purpose of annexing the
South Polar continent; and after this annexation had been completed,
he was commanded to convert the inhabitants to the true faith.  It
was an ambitious programme, and it was far indeed from being carried
out.  In fact, the result of the expedition was almost comical.
Quiros discovered the largest island of the New Hebrides, and in the
belief that it was part of the Southern continent, he not only
annexed it, but also the South Pole itself, to the Crown of Spain!
This expedition must be considered the first Antarctic expedition,
but there is no denying that its results were more ludicrous than
encouraging.

Little progress was made during the seventeenth century in adding to
the world's knowledge of the South, but in one way and another the
map-makers received severe buffets.  Towards the end of that century
and the beginning of the next, some ships reached 62° S. and 63° S.,
and encountering great icebergs, gained knowledge that tended to
disperse the idea of a huge continent, from which men could reap
wealth and live in comfort while reaping it.  In spite, however, of
this waning belief in a fertile and populous Southern continent,
several voyages were undertaken to look for it; but it is to be noted
that the men who made these adventurous journeys were not in the
least interested in exploration for exploration's sake.  The reason
why they made these expeditions was mainly because they hoped to
enrich themselves.  Not until the latter half of the eighteenth
century was there any change in what may be called the spirit of
exploration; and then, in 1764, the English Government issued
instructions to Commodore Byron which clearly showed that the
importance of discovery, for discovery's sake alone, was beginning to
be realized.

Science had been making progress, and the desire really to know, and
no longer to guess at, the extent and nature of the world,
perceptibly increased.  Scientists, engaged solely on scientific
work, accompanied both the expeditions of Marion and Kerguelen, and
when Captain James Cook sailed in 1772 from Deptford, on what was the
first British Antarctic expedition, he was also accompanied by
scientists.

The name of James Cook will always be given a place of honour among
explorers, for, quite apart from the discoveries that he made, he set
an example of courage in facing dangers and difficulties that can
never be forgotten.  He and all the earlier navigators, we must
remember, had to undertake their voyages in ships that were totally
unfit to encounter ice.  And when this fact is realized, we are
compelled to admire the pertinacity with which they carried out their
work, and to recognize that the results of their efforts were, under
the circumstances, magnificent.

It has been well said that James Cook defined the Antarctic region
and that James Ross discovered it; and, indeed, it would be difficult
to overestimate the importance either of Cook's voyages or of those
subsequently undertaken by Ross.

January 17, 1773, was a red-letter day in the annals of exploration,
for during its forenoon Cook crossed the Antarctic Circle for the
first time.  Icebergs and loose pack-ice were then surrounding him,
but he pushed on until he sighted closely packed ice.  In his opinion
he might possibly have pushed his way through this ice, but in such a
ship as the _Resolution_ (462 tons) he did not consider himself
justified in making so dangerous an experiment.  The latitude that he
reached was 71° 10' S., longitude 106° 54' W.

Cook's expedition returned to Portsmouth in July, 1775, and then the
value of his voyage was recognized.  He had made the circuit of the
Southern ocean in a high latitude, and had for ever crushed the idea
of a fertile and fruitful Southern continent.  If land lay beyond the
Antarctic Circle, Cook thought that it must consist of "countries
condemned to everlasting rigidity by Nature, never to yield to the
warmth of the sun, for whose wild and desolate aspect I find no
words."  Cook, in short, had revealed the limits of the habitable
globe, and his accounts of what he had encountered in the Far South
did not encourage men, who were anxious to find land in which
fortunes could quickly be made, to think longingly of the Antarctic.

After Cook's return no serious attempt at geographical discoveries in
the South was made until the Russian Government, in 1819, sent an
expedition, under Captain Bellingshausen, to the Southern seas.
Bellingshausen's ambition was to rival Cook's feat of making the
circuit of the Southern ocean in high latitude, and he achieved it.
He was also the first explorer definitely to discover land within the
Antarctic Circle.

Two or three years later James Weddell, whose real business was
sealing, reached a latitude of 74° 15' S., more than three degrees to
the south of Cook's farthest point; and for nearly twenty years
Weddell's record remained intact.

During the first half of the nineteenth century the Southern seas
became the scene of extensive sealing industries, and however much we
may regret the wholesale slaughter that took place, we have to
confess that some of these sealers made important geographical
discoveries.  Both Captain John Biscoe and Captain John Balleny were
engaged in the Antarctic sealing trade, but they were fortunate
enough to be employed by the firm of Enderby.  Charles Enderby
instructed his captains not to neglect geographical discovery, and
his instructions were faithfully carried out.  To the enterprise of
Enderby, and to the courage and perseverance of his captains, we owe
the discovery of Graham Land, Enderby Land, Kempe Island, and Sabrina
Land.

A French expedition under Captain D'Urville, and an American one
under Captain Wilkes, followed in 1840.  D'Urville, who encountered
so many icebergs that he felt as if he was "in the narrow streets of
a city of giants," sighted land in latitude 66° S., longitude 140°
E., and named this coast Adélie Land.  Wilkes also claimed to have
discovered land; but of his claims one of our greatest explorers has
written: "Had he been more circumspect in his reports of land, all
would have agreed that his voyage was a fine performance."

Two or three years before D'Urville and Wilkes set out upon their
voyages, Colonel Sabine, at a meeting of the British Association,
read a paper on the subject of terrestrial magnetism, and the result
was that Polar exploration received a great incentive.  By this time
the importance of terrestrial magnetism in regard to the navigation
of ships was admitted, and the Government was petitioned to send a
naval expedition for the purpose of increasing our knowledge of this
science in the South.  A favourable reply was received from Lord
Melbourne, and in 1839 Sir James Ross was appointed to command an
expedition whose object was rather magnetic research than
geographical discovery.  Two old bomb vessels, the _Erebus_ (370
tons) and the _Terror_ (340 tons), were selected by Ross, and when
their bows had been strengthened he had at his disposal the first
vessels that could be navigated among the Southern pack-ice.  A
detailed account of Ross's achievements cannot be given, but of them
Captain Scott wrote: "The high mountain ranges and the coastline of
Victoria Land were laid down with comparative accuracy from Cape
North in latitude 71 to Wood Bay in latitude 74, and their extension
was indicated less definitely to McMurdo Bay in latitude 77½....  Few
things could have looked more hopeless than an attack upon that
ice-bound region which lay within the Antarctic Circle; yet out of
this desolate prospect Ross wrested an open sea, a vast mountain
region, a smoking volcano (Erebus), and a hundred problems of
interest to the geographer."*


* _The Voyage of the "Discovery"_ (John Murray), page 16.


The highest latitude reached by Ross was 78° 10' S., and he described
the huge wall of ice which he sighted there and named the Great
Barrier, as a "mighty and wonderful object, far beyond anything we
could have thought of or conceived."  This Barrier was in later years
found to be 400 miles wide, and of even greater length.

Slowly, very slowly, the Far South was being compelled to reveal some
of its secrets, but in spite of the interest and enthusiasm caused by
Ross's discoveries, many years passed, after his return to England in
1843, before further steps were taken to make geographical
discoveries in the Antarctic.

But during this period, in which geographical enterprise languished,
scientific research was being carried on.  A great desire to increase
the knowledge of the science of oceanography had sprung up, and as a
practical outcome of the labours of scientists and inventors, the
Challenger expedition, excellently equipped for scientific research,
set out under the command of Captain Nares in January 1873.  This
expedition was in itself most important, but it is not belittling it
to say that part of its value in the history of Antarctic exploration
lies in the fact that it stimulated interest in the Far South, and
this interest gradually increased until the wish to solve the
mysteries of the South Polar regions became dominant in the minds of
many men in England and Germany.  In 1885 the British Association
appointed an Antarctic Committee, and some two years later this
Committee reported in favour of further exploration.

Great difficulties, chiefly financial, had, however, to be faced by
the supporters of this expedition, and a shrewd blow was received
when the Board of Trade refused to recommend a grant of money because
there were no trade returns from the Antarctic regions!--a reply that
might produce a derisive smile from the most zealous of economists.
For the moment the idea of Antarctic exploration had received a
decided setback.  But determined men were working to conquer the
practical difficulties; and none more determined than Sir Clements
Markham, who was elected President of the Royal Geographical Society
in May 1893.

No sooner was it generally known that a real effort was being made in
England to make further discoveries in Antarctica--as it was by this
time called--than several other countries were stimulated at various
dates to send out expeditions.  Borchgrevink, a Norwegian, De
Gerlache, a Belgian, Otto Nordenskiöld, a Swede, and Charcot, a
Frenchman, led expeditions, all of which did valuable work in the
South.



II

In November, 1893, a meeting of the Royal Geographical Society was
held, and the duties of the projected British expedition were stated.
The first duty was "to determine the nature and extent of the
Antarctic continent;" the fifth was "to obtain as complete a series
as possible of magnetic and meteorological observations."  Such an
expedition was intended both to encourage maritime enterprise and to
add to the world's knowledge.  From the outset the promoters had
decided that their expedition should be under naval control, but the
Government could not be persuaded to take charge of it.  The
Admiralty, however, assisted both with the loan of instruments and by
granting leave to officers and men on full pay.

Innumerable obstacles continued to hamper the promoters on every
side, but they were slowly removed, and at last the ship was launched
at Dundee in March, 1901, and christened the _Discovery_.

Sir Clements Markham, fourteen years before, had, in his own mind,
selected the fittest commander if an expedition to the South ever
became practicable.  The name of this commander was Robert Falcon
Scott, and after much opposition had been overcome--opposition which
Sir Clements described as "harder to force a way through than the
most impenetrable of ice-packs"--Scott's appointment was confirmed.
A great attack upon the Antarctic regions was about to be made, but
it is worthy of record that in the instructions issued to Captain
Scott no mention of the South Pole as an objective was made.

By July the labour of preparation for the expedition was almost
finished, and on August 5, 1901, the _Discovery_ was visited by King
Edward VII. and Queen Alexandra, and then started on her adventurous
voyage.  We can easily understand Scott's anxiety to be up and away,
for he had no Polar experience to help and guide him, and his desire
to justify the confidence placed in him must have been intense.

In the _Discovery_, in addition to Scott himself, were several men
whose names were destined to become famous in the history of Polar
exploration.  Ernest H. Shackleton was a second-lieutenant; Ernest A.
Wilson was described as surgeon, artist, and vertebrate zoologist;
Edgar Evans was a petty officer; Frank Wild and Thomas Crean were
A.B.'s; William Lashley was a stoker.  Surely the nucleus of a goodly
company.

Lyttelton, New Zealand, had been chosen for the headquarters of the
expedition in the South, and the _Discovery_ arrived there on 30th
November.  She stayed for three weeks to re-fit and take in
provisions, and then started upon the next stage of her eventful
journey.  The Antarctic Circle was crossed on 3rd January, and soon
afterwards the pack was on all sides of the ship; but she behaved
splendidly, and Scott was delighted with the way she forced herself
through the ice.

Scott's original intention had been that the _Discovery_ should not
winter in the Antarctic, but that, having landed a party of men, she
should return northward before the ice made such a journey
impossible.  A hut had been provided for this party, but in February
a spot was found in McMurdo Sound in which it was thought that the
ship would pass the winter in safety.  Consequently Scott decided to
use the _Discovery_ as his headquarters, and to utilize the hut for
other purposes.

The task of erecting the huts (in addition to the main hut there were
two smaller ones for magnetic work) was difficult, but it was
eventually accomplished, and the party began to settle down to spend
the approaching winter.  Before, however, the winter set in, Scott,
knowing how ignorant he and his companions were of sledging, was
anxious to gain as much experience as possible.  And the result of
the sledging expeditions that were made only showed how urgently this
experience was needed.  "Even at this time [early in March]," Scott
wrote, "I was conscious how much there was to be learnt, and felt
that we must buy our experience through many a discomfort; and on
looking back I am only astonished that we bought that experience so
cheaply, for clearly there were the elements of catastrophe as well
as of discomfort in the disorganized condition in which our
sledge-parties left the ship."*


* _The Voyage of the "Discovery,"_ page 170.


When the _Discovery_ was brought into McMurdo Sound there was good
reason to suppose that she would soon be frozen in.  But weeks passed
before the sea became frozen, and until the ship was firmly fixed in
the ice there was always a chance that she might be driven away by a
gale and be unable to return.  This uncertainty hampered operations
for some time, and it was not until the last days of March, 1902,
that the ship was satisfactorily frozen in.

The sun departed at the end of April, and during the long winter that
followed the party of explorers had much to occupy them and to
discuss.  Scott had taken dogs with him for sledging purposes, but
although he knew that they must increase his radius of action, he
always detested the idea of using them because of the suffering that
must necessarily be caused.  But the question of using dogs was only
one of the many problems in connection with sledging that was debated
during that Antarctic winter.

In judging the journeys that followed in the spring, it is to be
remembered that as far as the Antarctic regions are concerned they
were pioneer efforts, and also that the conditions of Antarctic
sledging differ considerably from those of the Arctic.  In these
journeys Scott and his companions were taught lessons that were
afterwards of the greatest value to other explorers as well as to
themselves--lessons that nothing except experience could teach.

The journey that Scott, with Wilson, Shackleton, and several dogs,
began on 2nd November with the object of pushing as far south as
possible, was accompanied at the outset by a supporting party; but
this party turned back by the 15th, and Scott, Wilson, and Shackleton
had immediate cause to know how strenuous a task they had before
them.  The dogs were already causing anxiety, and were quite unable
to do the work expected from them.  Relay work, which meant that each
mile had to be travelled three times, became the order of the day,
and in consequence the advance towards the South was greatly
hindered.  Soon afterwards the men themselves began to suffer from
blistered noses, cracked lips, and painful eyes; but on the 21st
Scott took a meridian altitude, and found the latitude to be 80° 1'.

In spite of all discomforts and anxieties, Scott was in a happy mood
that night when he wrote: "All our charts of the Antarctic regions
show a plain white circle beyond the eightieth parallel....  It has
always been our ambition to get inside that white space, and now we
are there the space can no longer be a blank; this compensates for a
lot of trouble."

[Illustration: South Polar Regions.]

As the advance laboriously continued, the condition of the dogs, to
Scott's poignant sorrow, went from bad to worse, and by 21st December
the question of turning back had to be considered.  At this time
additional anxiety was caused by Shackleton, who was showing symptoms
of scurvy; but Christmas Day was in sight, and as on that festival
the travellers had decided to have a really satisfying meal, they
resolved to push on farther.

Their meal on Christmas Day put new life into the party; but they
realized all too acutely that their food supplies were so inadequate
that, if they were to continue the advance they must be prepared to
face the risk of famine.  There were, however, strong incentives to
urge them on their way.  Each day took them farther and farther into
regions hitherto untrodden by the feet of men.  Who can blame them
for taking the risks that were involved in their determination to
continue the march?

But on 27th December, Wilson, whose industry in sketching and
determination not to give in were beyond praise, was suffering so
severely from snow-blindness that he had to march blindfold; and at
last the decision to turn back had to be made.  Observations taken at
their last camp showed that they had reached between 82° 16' and 82°
17' S.--a finer record than Scott anticipated, after he had realized
that the dogs were unable to fulfill the hopes placed in them.

The return march was a prolonged period of suspense.  By January 9,
1903, only four out of the nineteen dogs which had started on the
journey were alive, and on the 15th the last of them had to be
killed.  "I think," Scott wrote, "we could all have wept."  Even more
serious was the fact that at this time Shackleton became seriously
ill.

A grim struggle followed, for although Shackleton showed unending
courage he was suffering severely from scurvy, and Scott and Wilson,
who were themselves attacked in a lesser degree by this disease,
often had cause to wonder whether this return journey was not beyond
their powers.  It was with feelings of profound thankfulness that, at
the beginning of February, Scott and his companions reached the ship.
For ninety-three days they had been on the march, and during that
time they had travelled 960 statute miles.

When the explorers reached their goal they found that the relief
ship, the _Morning_, had arrived, and Shackleton returned in her; but
the _Discovery_, after being so reluctant to freeze firmly into the
ice, refused entirely to thaw out, and consequently Scott and most of
his original party spent a second winter in the Antarctic.  During
this additional year Scott, with Edgar Evans and Lashley as his
companions, made a wonderful western journey, in which adventures
enough to last ordinary men for a lifetime were almost part of the
daily routine.

Not until February, 1904, was the _Discovery_ freed from the ice, and
on 10th September she reached Spithead after an absence from England
of over three years.  In those years a crop of most useful
information had been gathered, and many geographical discoveries had
been made.  Among the latter were King Edward Land, Ross Island, and
the Victoria Mountains, and--most important of all--the great ice-cap
on which the South Pole is situated.

Not for some years yet was the South Pole to reveal its secret, but
Scott's first expedition may truthfully be said to have shown the way
towards that revelation.  In the years to come Amundsen frankly
admitted how carefully he and his companions studied the accounts of
Scott's and Shackleton's expeditions.



III

After Scott's return from his first visit to the Antarctic no further
attempt was immediately made to visit the Far South.  But that great
explorer, Ernest Shackleton, had seen enough of the South to be
gripped by the desire to solve more of its problems, and in the
_Geographical Journal_ of March, 1907, he stated the programme of a
proposed expedition.  In this programme Shackleton said: "I do not
intend to sacrifice the scientific utility of the expedition to a
mere record-breaking journey, but say frankly, all the same, that one
of my great efforts will be to reach the southern geographical Pole."

The financial difficulties that seemed to be inseparable from Polar
expeditions followed, but they were ultimately removed, and on July
30, 1907, the _Nimrod_ sailed for New Zealand.

Bearing in mind the failure of the dogs in Scott's expedition,
Shackleton decided to use Manchurian ponies as his principal means of
traction.  The utmost care was taken in preparing the equipment and
in choosing the staff to accompany the expedition.  Shackleton
intended to land a shore party, and among this party were Frank Wild
and Ernest Joyce (who had been with Scott), Douglas Mawson,
Lieutenant J. B. Adams, Dr. E. Marshall, Raymond Priestley, and G. E.
Marston.

Before leaving England, Shackleton decided, if possible, to establish
his winter quarters on King Edward VII. Land in preference to Scott's
old quarters at Hut Point in McMurdo Sound; but he was unable to
carry out this plan, and ultimately he landed close to Cape Royds on
the east coast of Ross Island.  On February 22, 1908, his ship, the
_Nimrod_, started upon her journey to New Zealand.

The winter quarters that had necessarily to be chosen were separated
from Hut Point by some 20 miles of frozen ice, and Shackleton was
greatly disappointed that he was prevented from landing on King
Edward VII. Land, where he would not only have broken fresh ground,
but would also have been considerably nearer to the Pole.  In the
light of subsequent events it is of interest to note that Shackleton,
in his search for winter quarters off the Barrier, looked with
eagerness upon a bay which he named "The Bay of Whales," but owing to
the conditions of the ice he thought it necessary to leave this spot
as quickly as possible.  In another respect this expedition met with
poor fortune--namely, in the loss of ponies.  When the party settled
down to spend the winter only four ponies were still alive, and it is
no cause for wonder that they were watched with the closest
attention.  And as a Manchurian pony has been endowed with more than
his fair share of original sin, he requires a very great deal of
watching.

Before the winter set in, an attempt was made to reach the top of
Mount Erebus, and this attempt met with a success that acted as a
tonic both to those who took part in it and to those who had remained
in winter quarters.  As soon as mid-winter day had passed, Shackleton
began to make arrangements for the sledging work that had to be done
in the approaching spring.  Depots had to be laid in the direction of
the South Pole, which was over 880 statute miles distant from Cape
Royds.

These preparations went on apace, and with a view to starting on the
Southern march from the nearest possible point to the Pole, stores,
etc., were transferred to Hut Point, and depots were also laid to
help the travellers on their way.  Adams, Marshall, and Wild were
chosen to accompany Shackleton in this determined effort to reach the
South Pole, and on 29th October they set out with the four ponies and
the four sledges.  By 3rd November they had left the sea-ice and were
on the Barrier; but instead of finding a better surface they found it
increasingly difficult.  At the outset, however, the ponies did
splendid work, though one of them, on 9th November, nearly
disappeared into "a great fathomless chasm."  At the time the
travellers were in a nest of crevasses, and Adams's pony suddenly
went down a crack.  Fortunately, with help from Wild and Shackleton,
the pony and the sledge were saved from falling into this abyss; but
it was an alarming incident, for, as all the cooking gear and
biscuits and a large portion of the oil were on this sledge, the loss
of it would have been an irretrievable disaster to the Southern
journey.

The 26th November was a day to be remembered by Shackleton and his
companions, for at night they found that they had reached latitude
82° 18' S., and so had passed Scott's "farthest south."  On 1st
December, latitude 83° 16' S. was reached, but by this time three of
the ponies had been killed, and only one was left.  A few days later
this last pony disappeared down a crevasse, and nearly took Wild and
the sledge with him.  Serious as the loss of this gallant pony was,
there was great cause for thankfulness that Wild and the sledge had
almost miraculously been saved.  Had the sledge gone, only two
sleeping bags would have been left for the four men, and the
equipment would have been so short that the explorers could scarcely
have got back to winter quarters.

Presently the travellers left the Barrier and attacked the great
Beardmore Glacier which was between them and the plateau.  On 9th
December, 340 geographical miles lay between them and the Pole, and
progress was painfully slow, for the surface consisted mainly of
rotten ice through which their feet continually broke.  A week later
they had travelled over nearly 100 miles of crevassed ice, and had
risen 6,000 feet; but the plateau which they so eagerly longed to
reach still lay ahead of them.  "Never," Shackleton wrote, "do I
expect to meet anything more tantalizing than the plateau."
Appalling surfaces, to walk on which Wild described as like walking
over the glass roof of a station, continued after the plateau had
been reached, and before Christmas arrived it was obvious, if the
advance was to be continued, that absolute hunger, amounting almost
to starvation, stared the explorers in the face.

On the evening of New Year's Day, 1909, the Pole was only 172½ miles
distant, but the men's strength was nearly exhausted.  The
thermometer remained obstinately below zero, and on 6th January there
were over 50 degrees of frost, with a blizzard and drift.  A last
dash onwards followed, and on 9th January Shackleton and his party
reached 88° 23' S., and left the Union Jack flying on the plateau.
The attempt to reach the Pole had failed; but it was a gallant
attempt, and the homeward marches that followed show clearly enough
that to have advanced farther was beyond the powers of the men.
Indeed, the return journey was a terrible experience--a grim struggle
against starvation; and to add to the misery of it, dysentery--owing,
in Shackleton's opinion, to eating diseased pony's meat--attacked
each member of the party.  All that was possible had been done, and
had not the wind been behind the explorers during one of their
acutest periods of suffering, it is improbable that they would ever
have reached their winter quarters.

While Shackleton was making his great march, a party, consisting of
David, Mawson, and Mackay, had set out, with a view to determining
the position of the south magnetic Pole.  In this they were
successful, the mean position of the magnetic Pole being marked down
by Mawson as in latitude 72° 25' S., longitude 155° 16'.  This was a
great triumph for the explorers, and, needless to say, it was not
gained without many perilous adventures and narrow escapes.

In March, 1909, the _Nimrod_ returned safely to Lyttelton, New
Zealand, where Shackleton and his men met with the warmest of
welcomes.  Once again the South Pole had resisted the attempt to
locate it, but the time was drawing near for its mysteries to be
disclosed.



IV

When, on September 13, 1909, Captain Scott published his plans for a
British Antarctic expedition in the following year, Roald Amundsen
was not thinking about the Far South.  The _Fram_, it is true, was
being prepared for a third voyage, but the Arctic was again to be her
destination.  Then, during the September of 1909 came the news that
Peary had reached the North Pole.  One of the great secrets of the
world had been revealed; but another was still undiscovered, and
Amundsen's thoughts were promptly turned from the Arctic to the
Antarctic.

For various reasons Amundsen did not announce his change of plans,
and when the _Fram_ sailed in August, 1910, only a very few people
knew where she was bound for.  Not until the ship left Madeira did
Amundsen announce his destination to the men who were accompanying
him, and they received the news with joy.

In two or three respects Amundsen's expedition differed considerably
from Scott's new expedition.  Amundsen, for instance, relied on dogs
for his motive power; Scott relied on ponies.  Then, again, Amundsen
decided to make his winter headquarters off the Bay of Whales, which
was a degree farther south than McMurdo Sound, where Scott wintered.
Scott was to take the Beardmore Glacier as his route to the South
Pole; Amundsen's plan, when he set out for the Pole, was to leave
Scott's route alone and push straight south from his starting-place.
"Our starting-point lay 350 geographical miles," Amundsen wrote,
"from Scott's winter quarters in McMurdo Sound, so there could be no
question of encroaching upon his sphere of action."  Lastly, it must
be mentioned that the Norwegians were as at home on ski as they were
on their feet, while most of Scott's men were at their best only
moderate performers upon ski.

All went well with the _Fram_ on her voyage to the South.  She
crossed the Antarctic Circle on January 2, 1911, and twelve days
later she was in the Bay of Whales.  In landing on the Great Barrier,
Amundsen knew that he was taking a considerable amount of risk, for
there was no certainty that it was not afloat where he landed on it
from the Bay of Whales.  In Amundsen's opinion, however, the Barrier
there rests "upon a good solid foundation, probably in the form of
small islands, skerries, or shoals."*


* Amundsen's _The South Pole_ (John Murray), Vol. I., page 49.


And indeed the Barrier treated him well.  The landing was performed
with supreme ease, and enough seals were found to relieve any
possible anxiety as to the supply of fresh meat.  Penguins, those
delightful birds which provide both humour and food for visitors to
Antarctica, were not plentiful, and those that were seen were chiefly
of the Adélie species.

"Framheim," the hut in which the South Pole party were to live during
the winter, was soon erected, and Amundsen found infinite
satisfaction in the number of dogs which were safely landed.  So far
from losing dogs on the voyage, he had started with 97 and finished
with 116, a most welcome addition.

The _Fram_, leaving eight men to winter on shore, was due to sail in
the middle of February upon an oceanographical cruise, but before
leaving she received some unexpected visitors.  On 4th February,
Captain Scott's ship, the _Terra Nova_, with the party which had
vainly hoped to land on King Edward VII. Land, came into the Bay of
Whales.

The news that Amundsen was safely established reached Scott on 22nd
February, and he could not fail to be impressed by it.  "One thing
only," he wrote characteristically, "fixes itself definitely in my
mind.  The proper, as well as the wiser, course for us is to proceed
exactly as though this had not happened; to go forward and do our
best for the honour of the country without fear or panic.  There is
no doubt that Amundsen's plan is a very serious menace to ours.  He
has a shorter distance to the Pole by 60 miles.  I never thought he
could have got so many dogs safely to the ice.  But above and beyond
all, he can start his journey early in the season--an impossible
condition with ponies."*  Words that, in the light of future events,
are more than ordinarily significant.


* _The Voyages of Captain Scott_ (John Murray), page 259.


Before the winter set in Amundsen determined to deposit food, etc.,
on the way to the Pole, and on 10th February he set out on his first
journey with three men, three sledges, and eighteen dogs.

This first trip upon the Barrier was full of exciting possibilities.
Amundsen was without knowledge of the ground over which he had to
travel, and he did not know whether the dogs would respond to the
demands made upon them, or if his outfit would stand the severe test
to which it was to be put.  This was essentially a trial trip, and
the travellers were naturally anxious that it should be successful.
Eighty degrees South was reached, and in every respect save one
Amundsen was satisfied with his journey.  The only fly in his
ointment was that time had been wasted in preparations before the
party was ready to start in the mornings.  But it was only a small
fly, and Amundsen knew that with thought it could easily be removed.
The dogs had responded so splendidly to the calls made upon them,
that perhaps the most important question of all had been
satisfactorily answered.

More depot-laying expeditions followed, and before the winter closed
around the explorers, they had placed three tons of supplies at
depots in latitudes 80°, 81°, and 82° S.  Amundsen and his men could,
therefore, settle down for their period of waiting with justifiable
hopes that the great spring march to the Pole would end in triumph.

The winter was spent in paying attention to the minutest details of
equipment, and the inhabitants of "Framheim" were kept gloriously
busy and contented.  But with the coming of spring Amundsen began to
be impatient to be up and away on his great journey.  Temperatures,
however, remained very low--somewhere in the neighbourhood of -60°
F.--and until they ceased "to grovel in the depths," no start could
be made.

With the beginning of September the temperatures began to improve,
and Amundsen was determined to start as soon as he possibly could,
arguing that he could turn round and come back if he found that he
had started too soon.  So on 8th September he did set out, and soon
discovered that the dogs could not endure the intense cold.  On the
11th the temperature was -67.9° F.; on the following day it was
-61.6° F., with a breeze dead against the travellers.  On reaching
the 80° S. depot, Amundsen deposited more stores, and then returned
to "Framheim."

More than a month passed before the South Pole party was able to make
another start, and it is of interest to note that, whereas Amundsen
ultimately got off on 19th October, Scott was unable to start before
1st November.

The South Pole party which set out from "Framheim" consisted of
Amundsen, Hanssen, Wisting, Hassel, and Bjaaland, and they were
accompanied by fifty-two dogs drawing four sledges.  As an
illustration of the dangers that lay between the explorers and the
Pole, it is enough to say that on the first day's journey a terrible
disaster was only avoided by a few inches.  In the thick weather they
had steered too far to the east, and almost fell into what Amundsen
describes as "a yawning black abyss, large enough to have swallowed
us all, and a little more."

On the 21st Bjaaland's sledge sank down a crevasse, and had to be
unloaded before it could be brought again to the surface.  Wisting,
with the Alpine rope fastened round him, went down and unloaded the
sledge, and when he came up again and was asked if he was not glad to
be out of such a position, he replied, "It was nice and warm down
there."

It is true that such events are far from unusual in the lives of
Polar explorers, but Wisting's answer is worth quoting, because it is
typical of the cheerful spirit shown by Amundsen's companions during
the whole of the journey.  In temperament they were admirably suited
for the task that they had undertaken.

With a view to landmarks on the return journey, Amundsen, rightly
leaving nothing more to chance than he could help, decided to build
snow-beacons.  The first beacon was built in 80° 23' S., and
altogether 150 beacons were erected, six feet in height.

Up to 82° S. the course had already been travelled by depot-laying
parties, but when, on 6th November, they left 82° S. behind them,
their journey was absolutely into the unknown.  At this time they
were marching about 23 miles daily, and at this rate they advanced a
degree in three days.

On reaching 83° S., the explorers deposited provisions for five men
and twelve dogs for four days, and depots were subsequently made at
84° S., and 85° S.  It was from the latter depot that they decided to
make what may, without exaggeration, be called their dash for the
Pole.  From their camp at 85° S., the distance to the Pole and back
was 683 miles.  After consideration Amundsen determined to take
forward provisions, etc., for sixty days on the sledges, and depot
the rest of the supplies and outfit.

A weary ascent to the plateau lay before the explorers, and they
started upon it on 17th November.  Three days later they had reached
the plateau, but although they were happy enough in having
accomplished a long and dangerous climb, their first camp on the
plateau was not one of happy memory.

Grim work had to be done.  Amundsen arrived on the plateau with
forty-two dogs, but twenty-four of them had to be killed when the
plateau was reached.  It was a sacrifice that had to be made if the
success of the expedition was to be considered; but no one can read
Amundsen's account of it without recognizing how bitterly he and his
companions regretted the necessity.

This camp, not without reason, was called "The Butcher's Shop," and
as both the men and dogs required rest before setting out on the
final stages of their march, it had been decided to remain there for
two days.  The eighteen remaining dogs were divided into three teams,
with six dogs in each team, and one sledge was left behind.

But owing to the weather the explorers could not leave this hated
"Butcher's Shop" until 25th November, and when they did set out again
a blizzard was blowing.  So tired, however, were they of waiting in
such an inhospitable and gruesome spot, that all of them were eager
to quit it--whatever the conditions of the weather might be.

Fog subsequently impeded the party, and again and again Amundsen
blessed the assistance that they received from ski.  "I am not," he
wrote, "giving too much credit to our excellent ski when I say that
they not only played a very important part, but possibly the most
important of all, on our journey to the South Pole.  Many a time we
traversed stretches of surface so cleft and disturbed that it would
have been an impossibility to get over them on foot."*


* _The South Pole_, Vol. II., page 89.


The 7th December was a great day for the expedition, because during
it they passed Shackleton's "farthest south," 88° 23' S.  They
proceeded for another two miles, and then determined to make their
last depot.  So important to them was this depot that they not only
marked it at right angles to their course, but also by snow beacons
at every two miles to the south.

As the explorers approached the Pole, Amundsen, very naturally, was
beset by nervousness.  "Would he be there first?" was a question that
kept on recurring in his mind.  There was no cause to worry.  Blessed
by fine weather, he and his companions reached the South Pole on
December 14, 1911, and the five of them together planted the pole
from which the Norwegian flag flew.  "Thus we plant thee, beloved
flag, at the South Pole, and give to the plain on which it lies the
name of King Haakon VII.'s Plateau."

On this day Scott was still struggling on his great march to the same
destination, which he reached in the third week of January.

The calculations that Amundsen carried out at the South Pole gave its
latitude as 89° 56' S.

Amundsen had won the race, and with his victory had revealed one of
the great secrets of the world.  His success had been gained by
strenuous labour, great courage, and infinite care.  And if Britons
connect Scott's name inseparably with the South Pole, and honour it
as that of one of their heroes, they do not for a moment grudge
Amundsen the honour due to him as one of the greatest explorers of
all time.  For Amundsen was the first to discover the South Pole, and
no one wishes, or is likely, to forget it.

The Norwegians reached the Pole with seventeen dogs, one of which had
to be killed there, and they travelled back with two sledges, a team
of eight dogs in each sledge.  On his return journey Amundsen was
fortunate enough to meet with favourable winds and weather, and the
explorers arrived at "Framheim" on January 25, 1912, having travelled
1,860 miles in ninety-nine days.  It was a glorious achievement, a
great victory over conditions that are scarcely conceivable to any
one unacquainted with the Antarctic or Arctic regions.



V

To pass from Amundsen's expedition to Scott's last expedition is to
turn from one splendid exploit to another.  Scott, as every one
knows, was beaten in the actual race for the South Pole.  But he and
his friends reached their goal, and the tale of their struggle
against misfortune after reaching it is one of the finest and most
pathetic in the world.

When Scott's intentions to lead another Antarctic expedition were
known, no less than eight thousand applicants volunteered to go with
him, and among this enormous number were several men whose names will
for ever find a place in the history of Polar exploration.

When the _Terra Nova_ sailed from Lyttelton, New Zealand, for the
Antarctic regions, on November 29, 1910, she carried both ponies and
dogs.  Three motor-sledges, one of which was lost in landing, were
also taken, and Scott, with his intense dislike for the cruelty
inseparably connected with the use of animals for motive power, hoped
that these sledges would do much to save the ponies and dogs.  Owing
to engine trouble these hopes were not realized, but in connection
with them Sir Clements Markham has written: "Captain Scott was quite
on the right tack, and, with more experience, his idea of Polar
motors will hereafter be made feasible, a consummation which was very
dear to his heart."*


* _The Lands of Silence_ (John Murray), page 490.


The _Terra Nova_ was by no means as fortunate as the _Discovery_ in
making her way to the Antarctic.  At the beginning of December she
encountered a prolonged and terrific storm, and subsequently she had
to fight her passage through some 370 miles of ice.  Not until
January 3, 1911, did she reach the Barrier, five miles east of Cape
Crozier.  Here Scott had hoped to make his winter quarters, but owing
to the swell no landing could be made, and on the following day he
decided to land at Cape Evans, 14 miles north of the _Discovery's_
winter quarters.  Strenuous work followed, and in a few days
everything necessary had been landed from the ship, the house was
soon built, and the explorers were ready to start laying depots in
preparation for the march to the Pole.

On his first depot-laying journey Scott was accompanied by eleven
men, eight ponies, and twenty-six dogs.  He was more than a little
doubtful about the dogs, but thought his ponies were bound to be a
success.  "They work," he wrote, "with such extraordinary
steadiness....  The great drawback is the ease with which they sink
into soft snow--they struggle pluckily, but it is trying to watch
them."

This depot-laying party reached latitude 79° 29' S., and there left
over a ton of stores; consequently the name of One Ton Camp was
bestowed upon it.  On the return journey disasters happened that
seriously affected the success of the expedition, for six out of the
eight ponies were lost.  "Everything out of joint with the loss of
our ponies, but mercifully with all the party alive and well," is
Scott's comment on this grave misfortune.  Ten ponies still remained.

During the winter Wilson, Bowers, and Cherry-Garrard started on June
27, 1911, upon their famous journey to Cape Crozier to visit the
Emperor penguin rookery, and they did not return to Cape Evans until
1st August.  During these weeks they had to fight against appallingly
low temperatures.  When, for instance, they started from Cape Evans,
their three sleeping-bags weighed 52 lbs., but owing to the ice that
had collected upon them these three bags weighed 118 lbs. when the
travellers returned.  Scott considered that no praise was too high
for men who would face such weather during the Polar winter.

With the beginning of August preparations for the great march went on
apace, but it was not until 1st November that a start could be made
from Cape Evans.  Night-marching was decided upon, and the order of
marching was at first settled by the speed of the ponies, for some of
them were slow, some fairly fast, and some were "fliers."  The
motors, with E. R. Evans, Day, Lashley, and Hooper with them, had
already started, and the dogs, under the control of Meares and
Demetri, were to follow behind the last detachment of men and ponies.
Very soon, however, the motor-party were in trouble, and this party
had to abandon their machines and push on as a man-hauling party.

By 15th November Scott reached One Ton Camp, and fears about the
ponies began to take shape.  At Camp 19 the explorers were within 150
miles of the Beardmore Glacier, but some of the ponies were beginning
to fail, and at the next camp the first of them ("the gallant Jehu")
had to be shot.  From this camp it was arranged that Day and Hooper
should turn back.

At Camp 22 the Middle Barrier depot was made in latitude 81° 35', and
then for some days the march was impeded by extraordinarily foul
weather.  Scott's desire was to take the ponies as far as the
entrance to the Beardmore Glacier; but although, on 29th November, at
Camp 5, they were only 70 miles from what he calls his "pony-goal,"
some of the willing animals were very tired.

At Camp 29 six ponies were still left out of the ten which had
started, but although the chances of getting through successfully to
the glacier were good, the weather still remained as obstructive as
possible.

On 5th December a terrific fall of snow added to the anxieties of the
explorers, who found themselves within 12 miles of the glacier, but
hopelessly held up by such a violent and unexpected storm.  It was
natural enough for Scott to be anxious, for on 7th December the food
that he had hoped only to use after the glacier was reached had to be
begun on.  Two days later, however, by marching under terrible
conditions, the entrance to the glacier was gained, and then at Camp
31, which was called Shambles Camp, the last of the ponies were
killed.

On 9th December, Wilson wrote: "Nobby [Wilson's special pony] had all
my biscuits last night and this morning, and by the time we camped I
was just ravenously hungry.  Thank God the horses are now all done
with, and we begin the heavy work ourselves."

At Camp 32 the Lower Glacier depot was built, and soon afterwards
Meares and Demetri, with the dogs, turned back for home.  At this
time the parties were made up of--

Sledge 1.  Scott, Wilson, Gates, and P. O. Evans.

Sledge 2.  E. Evans, Atkinson, Wright, and Lashley.

Sledge 3.  Bowers, Cherry-Garrard, Crean, and Keohane.

But by 21st December, in latitude 85° S., Scott had to send back four
of these men, and Atkinson, Wright, Cherry-Garrard, and Keohane
returned.  The Upper Glacier depot was made, and the returning men
took back a letter from Scott in which he wrote: "So here we are
practically on the summit, and up to date in the provision line.  We
ought to get through."

On New Year's Day, 1912, the party were within 170 miles of the Pole.
Three Degree depot was made.  Then in latitude 87° 32' S., Scott was
compelled to send back E. B. Evans, Crean, and Lashley.  When all of
the men were so anxious to go on it was hard to have to part with any
of them; but questions of food made it absolutely necessary that some
of the party should return.

The ages of the five men who marched on to the Pole were: Scott,
forty-three years old; Wilson, thirty-nine; P. O. Evans,
thirty-seven; Gates, thirty-two; and Bowers, twenty-eight.  Again and
again Scott expressed his admiration of his four companions: Wilson,
"never wavering from start to finish"; Evans, "a giant worker";
Bowers, "a marvel--he is thoroughly enjoying himself"; Gates, "goes
hard all the time."

With such men Scott felt confident, in spite of terrible surfaces, of
reaching the Pole.  But as he approached it, fears that Amundsen had
already arrived were constantly besetting him; and on 16th January,
when within a few miles of the longed-for goal, there was no longer
any doubt that the Norwegian party had won the race.  Sledge and ski
tracks and the traces of dogs were all too evident.

Faced by such a grievous blow, not one of Scott's party could sleep
that night, but on the day following they marched on some 14 miles
and reached the Pole.  "The Pole," Scott wrote, "yes, but under very
different circumstances from those expected."

It is impossible to conceive a greater blow, and when it is
remembered that Scott and his four companions were already
fatigued--if not completely exhausted--by their tremendous labours,
it is easy to realize how heavily the disappointment hung on their
minds.  Nevertheless they had set out to reach the Pole, and they had
reached it.  All honour is due to them; and the fact that Amundsen
had preceded them in no way diminished the glory of their achievement.

The altitude of the Pole, as estimated by Scott, is about 9,500 feet.
A cairn was built, and the Union Jack hoisted.  And then on Thursday,
18th January, they turned their backs upon their goal, and began the
long march that separated them from Cape Evans.  Anxiety about food
began at once--not until Three Degree depot was reached could it be
lessened; and very soon anxiety at Evans's condition was added to the
danger of the scarcity of food.

On Wednesday, 31st January, the weary travellers reached the Three
Degree depot, but by this time Evans had dislodged two finger-nails,
and his general condition was very bad.  Their next objective was the
Upper Glacier depot, and on Monday night, 5th February, they were
within from 25 to 30 miles of it; but so critical had the health of
Evans become that Scott was desperately eager to get off the plateau.
"Things," he wrote, "may mend for him [Evans] on the glacier, and his
wounds get some respite under warmer conditions."

On the evening of 7th February they reached the Upper Glacier depot,
and then, after turning aside to collect geological specimens (which
proved to be most valuable), they met with terrible surfaces and
weather.  On 14th February, with 30 miles still to go before the
Lower Glacier depot was reached, Scott's anxiety about the condition
of the party was acute.  Indeed, poor Evans had almost reached the
limit of human endurance, and during the night of 17th February he
became unconscious, and died quietly at 12.30 a.m.

It was a terrible experience for men, already supremely fatigued both
in mind and body, to meet, and it was a sorrowful party which, on
Sunday afternoon, arrived at Shambles Camp.  There horse meat in
plenty awaited them, and this gave them the renewal of strength that
was sadly needed.  For the moment the prospects of the explorers
looked a little more hopeful, but from this point of their march they
began to suffer from a lack of oil.  When, at length, they succeeded
in arriving at the Middle Barrier depot, on 2nd March, they found so
little oil that it was scarcely enough, however economically used, to
carry them on to the next depot, which was 71 miles distant.  Another
irretrievable disaster was the fact that Oates's feet were very badly
frost-bitten.  On 4th March, Scott wrote: "I don't know what I should
do if Wilson and Bowers weren't so determinedly cheerful over
things."  And in all truth the position had become desperate.  On the
7th, when still 16 miles short of Mount Hooper depot, Oates, though
wonderfully brave, was in terrible pain.  During the next day they
arrived at Mount Hooper, but the shortage of oil was not relieved.

Over 70 miles separated the exhausted travellers from One Ton Camp,
and they struggled onwards with death staring them ever nearer and
nearer in the face.  With no helping wind, and bad surfaces, they
could not advance more than six miles a day, and on the night of the
11th, Scott reckoned up the situation in these words: "We have seven
days' food, and should be about 55 miles from One Ton Camp to-night;
6x7=42, leaving us 13 miles short of our distance, even if things get
no worse."

Unhappily, instead of any improvement in the situation, misfortunes
became more and more plentiful.  It was obvious that Oates was near
the end, and on the morning of the 15th or 16th, when the blizzard
was blowing, he walked out of the tent.  "I am just going outside,
and may be some time," were the last words he spoke to his companions
in distress.  "We knew," said Scott, who still continued to write his
journal, "that poor Oates was walking to his death ... it was the act
of a brave man and an English gentleman."

Oates sacrificed himself in the hope of helping the others, and no
brave man ever performed a braver act.  But his sacrifice was of no
avail.  Fortune had declared too strong a hand against the explorers
for them to be able to resist it.

By midday on 18th March, Scott, Wilson, and Bowers had struggled on
to within 21 miles of One Ton depot, and during the afternoon of the
following day they managed to advance another 10 miles.  And then
they made what was destined to be their last camp.  The men
themselves were in a pitiable condition, and blizzard following
blizzard, they were utterly unable to march a step farther.

On 29th March, Scott wrote: "Since the 21st we have had a continuous
gale from W.S.W. and S.W.  We had fuel to make two cups of tea
apiece, and bare food for two days on the 20th.  Every day we have
been ready to start for our depot, _eleven miles_ away, but outside
the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift....  We
shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course,
and the end cannot be far.  It seems a pity, but I do not think I can
write more."  And then follows those pathetic words: "Last entry.
For God's sake, look after our people."


It was not until 30th October that Atkinson, on whom the leadership
of the expedition had fallen, was able to take out a search party.
And nearly a fortnight later the bodies of these three friends and
explorers were found.

No more fitting words could be found with which to conclude this
chapter of great deeds than those which were left in the metal
cylinder on the grave of these heroes:--

"November 12, 1912, latitude 79° 50' S.  This cross and cairn are
erected over the bodies of Captain Scott, C.V.O., R.N.; Doctor E. A.
Wilson, M.B., B.C. (Cantab.); and Lieutenant H. R. Bowers, Royal
Indian Marine.  A slight token to perpetuate their successful and
gallant attempt to reach the Pole.  This they did on January 17,
1912, after the Norwegian expedition had already done so.  Inclement
weather, with lack of fuel, was the cause of their death.  Also to
commemorate their two gallant comrades, Captain 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."




VI

MOUNT McKINLEY



MOUNT McKINLEY

(_Map_, p. 184.)

The ascent of Ruwenzori unriddled the mystery of equatorial snows.
There now remained the question of great peaks in the extreme North,
where the mountaineering problems must obviously be very different
from those found at a similar altitude in the temperate zones.
Something had been done to solve the problem by the ascent of Mount
St. Elias, in Alaska, on July 31, 1897.  But Mount St. Elias was only
just over 18,000 feet, and it was peculiarly accessible, for it lies
close to the coast, on the borders of British and American territory.
The eyes of explorers began to turn towards Mount McKinley, the
highest peak in North America, which reached a height of 20,300 feet.
Its latitude was 63° N., and so within 250 miles of the Arctic
Circle.  The nearest salt water, Cook Inlet, was 140 miles from the
southern face as the crow flies.  It was therefore almost
unreachable, lying as it did in the midst of an unexplored wilderness
and surrounded by a mighty glacier system.

On the south these glaciers were drained by the Susitna River, with
its tributaries the Yentna and the Chulitna, and on its northern face
by the affluents of the Yukon.  If the traveller attempted to reach
it in summer he might find a difficult waterway up to the beginning
of the glaciers, but then he had thirty miles of ice to cross before
he reached the base, and over these he must transport everything on
his back.  In winter the journey might be made by dogs, but winter in
those latitudes was scarcely the time to travel.  Moreover, Mount
McKinley, unlike the other great peaks in the world, rose from a low
elevation.  In the case of the South American and Himalayan peaks
climbing does not begin until an altitude of at least 10,000 feet has
been reached, and their line of perpetual snow is very high.  It is
possible, for example, to cover the 22,860 feet of Aconcagua without
ever touching snow.  But in Mount McKinley the snow-line was not much
more than 2,500 feet, and there was something like 15,000 feet of
climbing.  Again, its position so far north did not permit the snows
to melt properly in the summer, or to grow hard and pack.  Its
snowfall was so great that the snow never got into the condition
which eases the path of the mountaineer.  Finally--and this applied
especially to a winter journey--it was situated in a land of
desperate storms.  The severest weather conditions ever recorded by
the American Meteorological Bureau occurred at Mount Washington,
which is only 6,000 feet above the sea, where the temperature was 40
degrees below zero and the wind 180 miles an hour.  What might the
climber expect 20,000 feet up in the sky, with nothing between him
and the North Pole?

The attempt on Mount McKinley, therefore, was not a thing to be
lightly undertaken.  It meant a journey to the remote Alaskan coast,
and then some 200 miles through difficult and little known country
before even the base was reached.  What the climbing would be like no
one could tell.  The obvious route, as the map will show, was the
Susitna River, by which, indeed, its first explorer, a young
Princeton graduate called Dickey, had approached it in 1896.  It was
he who christened it Mount McKinley.  He fell into an argument with
another prospector who was a rabid champion of free silver, and after
many weary days' dispute retaliated by naming the mountain after the
champion of the gold standard.  In 1903 an expedition, led by the too
famous Dr. Cook, reached the base from the north, but failed to do
any climbing.  Then, in 1906, began the explorations of Professor
Parker and Mr. Belmore Browne, who were destined six years later to
be the conquerors of the peak.



I

The 1906 expedition may be roughly sketched, for, though it was a
failure, it at least taught its leaders what routes were not
possible.  They started with pack-horses and a motor-boat, with the
intention of trying the north-western face.  They ascended the Yentna
River, which enters the Susitna from the west, but found it
impossible to cross the southern flanks of the Alaskan range.  They
then turned up the south side of the range, and reached the glacier
out of which the Tokositna River flows.  By this time their transport
was in a precarious condition, and their horses could go no farther.
They were within view of Mount McKinley, and saw not only the
impossibility of the southern face, but the extraordinary
difficulties of approaching even its base from that direction.  They
accordingly returned to the coast, where Dr. Cook left them,
announcing that he intended to make one final desperate attempt on
the mountain.

[Illustration: Mount McKinley.]

Presently Professor Parker and Mr. Belmore Browne heard, to their
surprise, the rumour that Dr. Cook had succeeded.  Knowing that the
feat was impossible in so short a time, they disbelieved the tale,
and stated their views publicly in New York.  Then appeared Dr.
Cook's notorious book; but before it was published he had departed
for the Arctic regions.  Geographical circles in America were torn
with the controversy.  A committee of the Explorers' Club
investigated the question, but Dr. Cook refused to give evidence.
Professor Parker and Mr. Belmore Browne were meantime busy with their
own plans for another attempt.

The 1910 expedition was again directed to the southern face.  Their
reasons were that for most of the journey to that face a water route
was possible, and that if they failed there they believed they would
be able to go on to the southern North-East ridge, which, from what
they had heard and seen, they believed to be the most promising
avenue of attack.  They also wished to duplicate the photographs
which Dr. Cook had published, and so prove or disprove his bona
fides.  Also, the northern side of the great mountain had been
already fairly well mapped, but nothing had been done on the south
side.

The notion of a pack train was discarded, and all their energies were
directed towards designing the right kind of boat in which to ascend
the Susitna and its tributary the Chulitna till they reached the
glaciers.  The party consisted of eight, including a young man from
Seattle, Mr. Merl La Voy, who was exceptionally fitted by Providence
for the work of a pioneer.  The present writer had many dealings with
Mr. La Voy during the Great War, and can confidently say that he
never met any one more intrepid, audacious, and resourceful.

It was a summer-time expedition, and the party left Susitna station
on the 26th May.  The ascent of the two rivers was difficult and
exciting enough, but they reached without misadventure the foot of
the Tokositna tributary, where they established their base camp.
This camp was thirty-seven and a half miles from Mount McKinley, and
a few miles away was the terminal moraine of a great glacier, which
they hoped would give them a roadway to the mountain.  Up that
glacier they would have to carry all their belongings on their backs.
In Mr. Belmore Browne's narrative there is an interesting passage
describing the process by which men are hardened to wilderness work.

"The day's work consisted in travelling through brush, soft sand,
swamps, and glacier streams for about ten hours.  With the exception
of one or two men, who put a biscuit in their pockets, we took no
food with us.  The day's work was in no way difficult, for we carried
(during the preliminary reconnaissance) no loads; our condition from
the _civilized standpoint_ was splendid; we were well-fed,
sun-browned, and fairly hard--and yet we all came into camp
_thoroughly tired out_.  Two months after our adventures on Mount
McKinley's ice flanks we came down through the same stretch of
country.  The snow, however, had melted, leaving dense thickets
through which we had to chop our way; mosquitoes hung in clouds, and
four of us ... were carrying packs running from 95 to 120 lbs.  From
the civilized standpoint _we were not well-fed_ and we did not look
well--our eyes and cheeks were sunken and our bodies were worn down
to bone and sinew; and yet we came into camp as fresh and happy as
children, and after a bite to eat and a smoke we could have gone on
cheerfully."

It was no light task carrying an outfit of 1,200 lbs.  over the
thirty-seven and a half miles of glacier, a distance which by the
actual route used was much farther.  Most of the weight was in
pemmican and alcohol for the stoves.  The pemmican consisted of
pulverized raw meat, mixed with sugar, raisins, currants, and tallow.
Their principal drink was tea.  On 11th June they had their last wood
fire, and after that there was only the stove.  The days were spent
in sheer hard navvy labour, trudging along on snow-shoes under heavy
packs, and trotting back for others.  They had various misadventures.
Frequent blizzards of wind and snow compelled them to shut up their
tent fast at night, with the result that on one occasion they were
nearly asphyxiated.

On 27th June they reached the head of the main glacier, beyond which,
through a narrow gorge, a secondary glacier descended from the
mountains, Another glacier came down on their right, and here they
achieved an interesting piece of detective work.  At the top of it
they saw some peaks which recalled an illustration in Dr. Cook's
book.  The illustration purported to be the summit of Mount McKinley,
and showed on the left a rock shoulder which Dr. Cook described as a
cliff of 8,000 feet.  It was really a faked picture of the small
peaks at the head of this glacier, miles and miles from the main
mountain, and the cliff of 8,000 feet turned out only to rise 300
feet above the floor, and to be only 5,300 feet above sea-level.  One
legend at any rate had been dispelled for ever.

Now began the patient relaying of provisions up the great gorge.  It
was desperately hard manual labour, their faces were burnt black by
the glare of the sun, and every now and then there would be a slip
into a crevasse, which only the highest good fortune saved from being
a tragedy.  After thirty-six days of hard travelling, they were at
last within two miles of the base of the southern cliffs of Mount
McKinley.  They found themselves in a great ice basin, hemmed in by
colossal precipices down which avalanches thundered.  Before them
rose the mountain, 15,000 feet of rock and ice.  Their glasses showed
them that the South-West ridge became utterly unclimbable after an
altitude of about 15,000 feet.  The southern North-East ridge looked
more promising, and to this they turned their attention.  In that
Northern summer there was no dark.  "The advance and retreat of the
night shadows went on with scarcely a pause, and sometimes we would
be uncertain whether the Alpine glow on the big mountain's icy crest
was the light of the rising or the setting sun."  They had now a
short spell of rest from their toil; and as the mind of man on such
occasions turns to food, they invented out of their scanty larder a
new pudding.  Here is the recipe.

"First soak three broken hard-tack in snow-water until they are soft.
Add 60 raisins and pemmican the size of 4½ eggs.  Stir slowly but
energetically until the mess is thoroughly amalgamated.  Boil slowly
over an alcohol stove, add three tablespoonfuls of granulated sugar,
and serve in a granite-ware cup."

But between them and the North-East ridge lay a gigantic _serac_.
For a day and a half they lay storm-bound under it, and then, on the
morning of 11th July, tried to cut their way up the ice wall.  It
proved most difficult and dangerous work, and presently, owing to the
diminishing provisions, they realized it was impossible.  Again and
again they attempted it, for only that way was there a road to the
North-East ridges.  But at last they had to give it up as hopeless,
and turn their attention to the South-West _arête_.

This, too, proved too hard for them.  They laboured on under constant
ice-falls and avalanches, and reached a height of 10,300 feet, where
they had perforce to halt.  During these days they saw some
marvellous mountain scenery.  "The whole of the great cliffs of the
box-cañon appeared at first glance to be on fire.  Unnumbered
thousands of tons of soft snow were avalanching from the southern
flanks of Mount McKinley on to the glacier floor 5,000 feet below.
The snow fell so far that it was broken into heavy clouds that rolled
downward like heavy waves.  The force of the rolling mass was
terrific, and as it struck the blue-green glacier mail it threw a
great snow cloud that raced like a live thing for 500 feet; whirling
in the wind the avalanche had caused, the white wall swept across the
valley, and almost before we were aware of it we were struggling and
choking in a blinding and stinging cloud of ice dust."

They began their retreat, and their return to greenery and summer out
of a hyperborean hell was like a man's recovery from a dangerous
illness.  Though the expedition failed, they were a merry party, for
though every man was sunken-eyed and lean and hatchet-faced, he was
in the pink of condition.  It was nothing to them to carry a load of
120 lbs., which would have broken their backs in the first days.  The
party included men of diverse temperaments and multifarious
attainments, and Mr. La Voy observed, "It is an education to travel
with a bunch like ours; if anything should happen you can listen to a
whole dictionary."  In the end they came to their cache on the
Chulitna, and they emptied it as children empty their Christmas
stockings.  "We were actually ravenous," says Mr. Belmore Browne,
"and as jars of chow-chow, cans of maple-syrup, and tins of meat
appeared we hugged them in our arms and danced delirious dances on
the sand!  One of the great truths of life that one learns to
understand in the North is that it is well worth while to go without
the things one wants, for the greater the sacrifice the greater the
reward when the wish is consummated.  I have eaten with all manner of
hungry men, from the sun-browned riders of the sage to the
bidarka-men of the Aleutians, and I have feasted joyously on
'seal-liver,' 'seagull-omelets,' and 'caribou spinach'; but never
have I seen men eat more, or better food!"



II

As soon as the explorers returned to civilization they began to plan
a third attempt.  It was clear to them that the western and southern
faces of the mountain were impracticable, and that their best chance
was on the North-East ridge.  This, however, could not be approached
from the south; so it became their object to get in on the north
side.  Their explorations in 1910 had proved the difficulties of a
summer trip, for loads had to be transported on men's backs over many
miles of glacier.  They therefore decided to make a winter expedition
of it and to use Alaskan dog teams.  The best route seemed to be up
the Susitna and Chulitna rivers, and they hoped somewhere near the
head of the Chulitna to find a pass in the Alaskan range which would
take them round the north face of Mount McKinley.

[Illustration: Mount McKinley: View of the Southern Approach.  (_From
the painting by Mr. Belmore Browne.  By permission of Messrs.
Putnam's Sons._)]

In October, 1911, Mr. La Voy began to relay supplies up the Chulitna,
the plan being for him to join Professor Parker and Mr. Belmore
Browne at Susitna in February of 1912.  As Cook Inlet is choked by
ice during winter the travellers had to leave the steamer at Seward,
and make a long and difficult overland journey by way of Glacier City
and the Knik fjord to the Susitna River.  There they found Mr. La Voy
with the dog teams.  He reported that he had taken the bulk of the
outfit to a cache on the Chulitna, several miles beyond the mouth of
the Tokositna.

The journey up the Susitna, which was now a flat snow trail, went
easily and pleasantly.  When they reached the cache they found to
their disgust that a wolverine, which is the arch-fiend of those
northern wildernesses, had managed to break in, though it was placed
for greater security on a platform of logs among the trees.  The
brute had destroyed a good deal of the dog-feed and bacon, and a new
and expensive camera of Mr. La Voy's, which had been swung on the top
of a 30-foot pole.  The wolverine had climbed the pole, cut off the
corners of the leather case, and gnawed its way into the camera!

From the cache began a long system of relays, for it was impossible
to carry all the equipment in one journey.  There was now no trail,
and a road had to be "broken" before each stage.  The route lay up
the Chulitna, and the travellers hoped to find some large stream
coming down on their left which would indicate a gap in the Alaskan
range.  Any such gap would, of course, be filled with glaciers, the
water from which must form a river.  On the whole, winter travelling
compared favourably with summer.  The men used snow-shoes to break
the trail, and after equipment had been transported for five miles,
returned on the empty sleds for new loads.  Winter had not killed all
signs of wild life, though hunting was difficult, and the snow was
dotted with the tracks of innumerable wild things.  Even a finch was
heard singing.  Camping was perfectly comfortable, and in a tent with
the stove lit and beds of green spruce prepared, the nights were warm
and peaceful.

At last, as the trees began to thin, they came to a point where the
valley split and a great cañon turned north towards the range.
Travel now became rougher, for the broad level flats gave way to
snow-covered rapids and big drifts.  As they advanced up the gorge a
glacier was seen winding down from the centre of the mountains.  One
night Mr. Belmore Browne had an accident which might have proved
serious.  He went out to shoot an owl for food, and as the ejector of
his little rifle had been removed the cartridge came back on his eye
and just missed his right eyeball.  It gave him an eerie feeling to
see the friendly dogs lapping up the bloodstained snow.  Shortly
after he made a reconnaissance of twenty-five miles ahead, and found
the glacier they had seen from afar off running like a great white
road into the hills.  The route seemed possible, but there were ugly
ice precipices at the head which suggested that the crossing of the
pass might not be easy.

A second reconnaissance took him to the head of the glacier.  At
first no crossing could be discerned, but suddenly at the head of the
right-hand basin the mountains broke away and he saw a smooth
snow-field leading to the crest.  He climbed to the top of it, and at
first saw nothing but a sheer precipice.  At length, however, he
discovered on the right a gentle snow slope leading down into a great
snow cup, and realized that the pass could be crossed.

On 3rd April the main camp was pushed up to a height of 6,000 feet.
Then came a delay from a blizzard, which confined the explorers for
twenty-four hours to their tents.  It was bitterly cold, and
everything, including the alarm clock, froze stiff.  They managed,
however, to get a little fire with an empty pemmican case, and, with
the stove, had a sort of party in the tent--men, dogs, and
everything.  The party was, however, unceremoniously broken up by one
of the dogs backing into the stove, and filling the tent with a cloud
of smoke from singed hair.

Next morning they crossed the divide, partly shooting and partly
lowering their belongings over the 1,000-feet drop into the hollow.
They were no sooner across when another blizzard arrived, and they
were storm-bound for thirty-six hours.  But their spirits were high.
For the time they were done with uphill climbs, and they saw that by
crossing a low pass at the head of another glacier they could reach
the great Muldrow Glacier, which had been known to the world since
1902.  This glacier would take them into the very heart of the
mountain.

Without much difficulty they crossed the pass, and, descending to the
Muldrow moraine, they realized with joy that they were on the
northern side of the Alaskan range.  It was now nearly the middle of
April, and they found themselves in the kind of country that hunters
dream of.  There was a chance of fresh meat, and, to men who had been
seventeen days on the ice, the hope of a change in their menu and the
sight of vegetation were an intoxication.  Mr. Belmore Browne went
out one morning, and fell in with a herd of white sheep (_Ovis
Dalli_).  He secured three, and that night the camp feasted.  "In
cold weather," he writes, "one has a craving for fat, and in the
wilderness one is less particular about the way meat is cooked.  Our
desire for fat was so intense that we tried eating the raw meat, and
finding it good beyond words, we ate freely of the fresh mutton.  I
can easily understand now why savage tribes make a practice of eating
uncooked flesh."  The white sheep was not the only game.  There was a
special variety of caribou; there was the Alaskan moose; there was an
occasional grizzly; and there were quantities of ptarmigan.  The
travellers showed the most sportsmanlike spirit in refraining from
killing females or immature beasts.

From the Muldrow Glacier they turned westward and struck the McKinley
fork of the Kantishna River, which flows to the Yukon.  Presently
they were in timber country, and realized that they had crossed the
Alaskan range "from wood to wood," and incidentally had added two new
glacier systems to the map.  After snow and ice and pemmican they had
greenery and fresh meat, and, as they worked their way to the
lowlands, the first flush of spring.  Above all, they had the
North-East ridges (of which there were three) above them to offer an
apparently possible route to the summit.  They saw a glacier running
between the central and northern North-East ridges which they decided
would be their road.  Mr. Belmore Browne went out to prospect, and,
climbing the head of a valley, found himself looking down upon the
upper Muldrow Glacier, which he now realized was split in two by the
central North-East ridge.  He saw also that the northern branch of it
gave a road to the very base of the central peak.

A base camp was established on 24th April, and four days later began
the chief reconnaissance.  They took with them a dog team, and, for
equipment, their mountain tent, instruments, alcohol lamps, and
provisions of pemmican, chocolate, hard-tack, sugar, and raisins.
The total outfit weighed about 600 lbs.  They started at night, when
the snow was in better condition, and found the northern branch of
the Muldrow, which they called the McKinley Glacier, rising in steps
like a huge staircase.  Camp was pitched at the base of a serac
between two great cliffs of solid blue ice.

On 3rd May they reached the top of the serac at an altitude of 8,500
feet, after a very difficult journey.  Mr. La Voy, who was leading,
fell into a crevasse, and the strain on the rope pulled Mr. Belmore
Browne to the very edge.  Mr. La Voy, however, stuck on a ledge of
ice, which eased the strain; without that ledge it may well be that
the whole expedition would have ended in tragedy.  Bit by bit they
fought their way to the head of the glacier, suffering severely from
the glare of the sun, though the temperature was only one degree
above freezing.  They had now attained an altitude of 11,000 feet,
and saw a low col on the mountain ridge, where they decided to make a
high camp.  This would be about 12,000 feet high, which would leave
them between 3,000 and 5,000 more feet to climb before they reached
the basin between the north and south peaks.  It was now time to send
the dogs home; so, after caching their equipment, they started back
for the base camp, which they reached on the evening of 8th May.

Some pleasant days were spent at the base camp.  When they left it
the countryside had still been in the grip of winter, but now
everywhere there were grass and flowers and running streams.  So far
they had managed well.  They had crossed the Alaskan range early
enough to find the snow in good condition for dog sledding, and they
had cached 300 lbs. weight of mountain provisions at 11,000 feet.
They could therefore afford to wait till the days lengthened before
venturing on a final climb.  Here is Mr. Belmore Browne's picture of
the landscape:--

"The mountain country at the northern base of Mount McKinley is the
most beautiful stretch of wilderness that I have ever seen, and I
will never forget those wonderful days when I followed up the velvety
valleys or clambered among the high rocky peaks as my fancy led me.
In the late evening I have trotted downward through valleys that were
so beautiful that I was forced against my will to lie down in the
soft grass and drink in the wild beauty of the spot, although I knew
that I would be late for supper, and that the stove would be cold.
The mountains were bare of vegetation, with the exception of velvety
carpets of green grass that swept downward from the snow-fields; in
the centres of the cup-shaped hollows ran streams of crystal-clear
water; as the sun sank lower and lower the hills would turn a darker
blue, until the cold, clean air from the snow-fields would remind you
that night was come and that camp was far away."

[Illustration: The Summit of Mount McKinley.  (_From photographs by
Mr. Belmore Browne.  By permission of Messrs. Putnam's Sons._)]

The sight of big avalanches on Mount McKinley warned the explorers
that great risks had to be faced.  On the 5th day of June they
started out for their final attack.  Unfortunately the weather became
very bad, and soon they were enveloped in a heavy snowstorm.  Mr. La
Voy had hurt his knee hunting, and the ascent through the seracs was
for him very arduous.  The nervous strain, too, was great, for they
had to be perpetually on the outlook for avalanches.  They feared
that one might have buried their cache, and it was an immense relief
when they reached the 11,000-feet point and saw the top of their sled
sticking out of the snow.

They now moved their supplies up to a camp on the col of the ridge at
a height of 11,800 feet.  On 19th June they made a reconnaissance,
taking with them food for six days, and intending to climb up to the
big basin between the two main peaks.  They reached a height of
13,200 feet up a sensational _arête_, when Mr. La Voy's knee gave out
and they were compelled to return.  Three days later they made a camp
on the ridge at 13,600 feet.  It was a wild and most laborious
journey, with a drop of 5,000 feet on the left and of 2,000 on the
right.  It would take them two hours of hard work to make 500 feet.
Apart from the handicap of Mr. La Voy's knee, Mr. Belmore Browne's
eyes were very bad.  They now realized that they could not reach the
summit with their food supply of six days' rations, and they were
forced to change their plans, and go back for more food.

They returned to the camp on the col and packed up ten days' rations.
With tremendous difficulty they transported them up to a 15,000-feet
camp on the ridge, where they were on the edge of the big
glacier-filled basin between the two summits.  All three found their
health beginning to suffer.  The pemmican proved to be impossible
food, giving them all violent stomach pains, and they were forced to
confine themselves to tea and hard-tack.  The cold was intense, and
inside the tent, with the alcohol stove burning and the warmth of
three bodies, the temperature at 7.30 p.m. was five degrees below
zero, and three hours later nineteen degrees below zero.  "Despite
elaborate precautions," says Mr. Belmore Browne, "I can say in all
honesty that I did not have a single night's normal sleep above
15,000 feet on account of the cold."  By this time their appearance
was, as Mr. La Voy said, "sufficient to frighten children into the
straight and narrow path."  All were more or less snow-blind, burnt
black, unshaven, with lips, noses, and hands swollen, cracked, and
bleeding.

On 27th June the packs were carried in relays to just under the last
serac, which was the highest point in the big basin.  The altitude
was 16,615 feet.  Their one comfort was that a snow-field seemed to
lead easily up to the sky-line of the central North-East ridge, and
that from there they saw what appeared to be a reasonable gradient to
the final summit.  On 28th June they rested and prepared for their
last effort.  They were now convinced that nothing could stop them
except storm.  The night was fine, and the weather promised well for
the morrow.  The summit appeared to them to be nearly flat with a
slight hummocky rise, which must be the highest point in North
America.

On 29th June they left camp at 6 a.m., moving very quietly and
steadily and conserving their strength.  Mr. La Voy and Mr. Belmore
Browne led alternately.  Slowly they made their way up the snow
slopes at the rate of about 400 feet an hour.  At 18,500 feet they
stopped and congratulated each other, for they had beaten the Duke of
the Abruzzi's record on Mount St. Elias.  Presently they were on the
sky-line of the ridge, and looking down on the arena where they had
struggled two years before.  Now, for the first time, came a threat
from the weather.  The sky was clear to the north, but from the south
a great sea of clouds rolled against the mountain like surf on a
shore.

As they moved up the ridge breathing became more difficult.  At
19,000 feet they had passed the last rock, and were looking at the
summit.  It rose as innocently as a snow-covered tennis court, but
now the wind was rising and the southern sky darkening, and just at
the base of the last lift the gale broke.  In a fierce scurry of snow
they crawled up the round dome, Mr. La Voy leading and hacking steps.
Then came Mr. Belmore Browne's turn, and he realized that his hands
were freezing, and that the bitter wind was cutting through his
flesh.  He dare not get dry mittens from his rucksack lest his hands
should be frozen during the change.  When his second turn was
three-fourths finished, Professor Parker's barometer registered
20,000 feet, and they were within 300 feet of the top.

The rest was an evil dream.  To each man the other two seemed to be
lost in the ice mist, and the cold was freezing their marrow.  The
storm was growing fiercer, and as they topped a little rise its full
fury burst upon them.  The story must be given in Mr. Belmore
Browne's own words:--

"The breath was driven from my body, and I held to my axe with
stooped shoulders to stand against the gale; I could not go ahead.
As I brushed the frost from my glasses and squinted upward through
the stinging snow I saw a sight that will haunt me to my dying day.
_The slope above me was no longer steep_!  That was all I could see.
What it meant I will never know for certain--all I can say is that we
were close to the top!"

There was no going on in the teeth of that gale.  The three chopped a
seat in the ice, trying to find a shelter; but they were not huddled
there a second before they discovered they were freezing.  There was
nothing for it but to return, for the snow was obliterating their
back trail.  Dead tired and sick at heart they began the journey
back, and found that the steps they had cut had disappeared.  It took
them nearly two hours to go down an easy slope of 1,000 feet.  They
reached the base of the dome, guiding themselves only by the
direction of the wind, and at last at 7.35 p.m. crawled into their
upper camp.  All their apparel down to their underclothes was filled
with ice.  They were beaten by the wind, and by the wind only.  On a
conservative estimate its pace was fifty-five miles an hour, and the
temperature fifteen degrees below zero.  Otherwise they suffered
little from the altitude.  Mr. Belmore Browne was able to roll and
smoke a cigarette between 18,000 and 19,000 feet.

They spent a day in their tent, trying to thaw their clothes.
Pemmican they could not touch, their chocolate was finished, and
their food was tea, sugar, hardtack, and raisins.  It was a cruel
fate that they had lost ten days' rations in useless pemmican since
leaving their 13,200-feet camp, and they had not only lost the food
but carried useless weight.

They made one more attempt on the summit, and reached the base of the
final dome; but there another storm assailed them, and, after waiting
an hour, they went back.  There was now a real risk of being caught
with insufficient food in a blizzard which would destroy life, and
they made haste down the mountain.  They had spent seven days above
15,000 feet, six days above 16,000 feet, and four days above 16,650
feet.

As they descended their health improved, and at last they came off
the glacier on to the moraine, and lay down on the bare earth.  It
was the first time for thirty days that they had lain on anything but
snow and ice.  They slept like logs till the afternoon, and when they
awoke a warm wind was blowing up the pass, carrying with it the smell
of grass and flowers.  "Never can I forget," says Mr. Belmore Browne,
"the flood of emotions that swept over me.  Professor Parker and La
Voy were equally affected by this first smell of the lowlands, and we
were wet-eyed and chattered like children as we prepared our packs
for the last stage of our journey."

How dangerous was the climatic condition of the mountain may be
judged from what happened on the evening of 6th July.  From their
camp in the foothills they saw the sky suddenly turn a sickly green.
There came a deep rumbling from the Alaskan range, and as they looked
the mountains melted into mist and the earth began to heave and roll.
In front of them a boulder weighing 200 lbs. broke loose from the
earth and moved.  The surface of the hills seemed to open and the
cracks to spout liquid mud.  The whole range was wrapped in dust, and
as it cleared they saw the peaks spouting avalanches.  Had this
earthquake overtaken them on the high ground all must have perished.



III

The story has always seemed to me one of the boldest and most patient
adventures in the history of mountaineering.  Slowly the travellers
fought their way to the discovery of the only practical route.  Mount
McKinley was conquered, though they had failed to cover the hundred
or so feet which would have given them the actual summit.  They had
blazed the path to the top and solved its mysteries.  Only that
maleficent blizzard at the last moment robbed them of the full fruit
of six years' pioneering.

Next year the actual summit was reached.  The late Dr. Hudson Stuck,
the Archdeacon of the Yukon, ever since he came to the country nine
years before, had contemplated an attempt on the mountain.  In the
autumn of 1912 he sent on supplies by way of the Kantishna River to a
point fifty miles from the base.  In March, 1913, he and Mr. W. P.
Karstens set out to reach the peak from the north.  At their base
camp, 4,000 feet up, they made a fresh supply of caribou pemmican
which proved more satisfactory than that used by Professor Parker and
Mr. Belmore Browne.  The road taken was the same as that of their
predecessors--up the Muldrow Glacier and then up the central
North-East ridge.  They found that the earthquake of 1912 had
completely changed the character of that ridge, and instead of being
a reasonable snow gradient, it had become a confused mass of rock and
ice, most difficult to surmount.  Bit by bit they forced their way up
it till they reached the upper basin, and then, being favoured with
clear, bright, still weather, they managed to attain the highest
point, the southern summit.  There had been a story of two miners,
called McGonogall and Anderson, who had reached the top in 1910.  Dr.
Stuck discovered that the top they had reached was the lesser
northern peak, for he saw the remains of their flagstaff.

With this ascent the story of the conquest of Mount McKinley is
complete.*


* Dr. Stuck argued with much reason that the present name of the
mountain is unsuitable, and that the Indian name "Denali"--which
means "the Great One"--should be restored.  It is to be feared that
the suggestion comes too late in the day.  Ever since the expedition
of 1906 Mount McKinley has become too familiar a name in the Western
Hemisphere to be readily changed for another.  The story of the
Parker-Browne expedition is contained in _The Conquest of Mount
McKinley_ (New York, Putnams, 1913), and that of Dr. Stuck in _The
Ascent of Denali_ (New York, Scribners, 1914).




VII

THE HOLY CITIES OF ISLAM



THE HOLY CITIES OF ISLAM

(_Map_, p. 216.)

The "spell of far Arabia" has been a potent thing from the days when
the Egyptians drew wealth from the spice-land of Punt, and Greek
traders brought stories of the gums and jewels of Araby the Blessed.
But ever since it became the Holy Land of Islam a veil of secrecy,
other than that of its stern climate and inhospitable deserts, has
descended upon it.  It is one of the oldest of arenas of adventure,
and it is still one of the least exploited; indeed, in its great
Southern Desert it holds one of the few unriddled mysteries of the
globe.  Except for the semi-mythical Gregorio, who may be read of in
Albuquerque's Commentaries, no one who did not profess the creed of
Islam has entered its two Holy Cities and lived.  But the greatest
tale of Arabian exploration is not concerned with Mecca and Medina.
It is to be found rather in the journeys of the English soldier
Captain Sadlier in Nejd; of Sir Richard Burton in the land of Midian;
of Wallin, who crossed the great Nafud sands; of William Gilford
Palgrave, who may, or may not, have been an agent of Napoleon III.;
and, above all, of Charles Montague Doughty, who, as an avowed
Christian, explored the Northern Hedjaz, and in his _Arabia Deserta_
has written one of the foremost classics of travel in the English
tongue.

Compared with some of these wanderings, a visit to the Holy Cities
was a simple matter, requiring only a firm nerve, a good knowledge of
Arabic and of Mohammedan ritual, and a real or professed adherence to
the creed of Islam.  At the beginning of this century the list of
Europeans who had entered Mecca and Medina was a long one.  They were
mostly renegades--French, English, Irish, Scottish, and Italian.  In
1807 a certain Domingo Badia y Leblich of Cadiz, travelling as a
Moslem prince called Ali Bey, and probably in the pay of Napoleon,
entered Mecca in state; but he had become a genuine Mussulman.  In
1815 one Thomas Keith, a deserter from the 72nd Highlanders, was
Governor of Medina--surely one of the strangest posts ever held even
by a Scot!  The great European travellers like Burckhardt, Wallin,
and Burton went to the Holy Cities in order that by attaining the
rank and fame of a Hadji they might win an advantage for travelling
in other Moslem lands.  More than one of them has described minutely
the interior of both Mecca and Medina and the ritual of the great
ceremonies.  The Holy Places, though few Western eyes had seen them,
were sufficiently well known to the Western world.  Their true
unveiling may be said to have come about during the Great War, when
Hussein, the Sherif of Mecca, fought as an ally with the British,
and, as King of the Hedjaz, proclaimed his independence of Turkey.

Yet one journey was taken just before the Great War which must rank
by itself.  It told the world nothing that was not known before; but
it had the merit of giving a picture of Mecca and Medina under the
latest conditions--a picture drawn with such vigour and in such
detail that it may fairly claim to have revealed the Holy Cities in a
new light to the ordinary man.


Mr. A. J. B. Wavell greatly distinguished himself in command of Arab
scouts in East Africa in the early part of the Great War, and was
responsible for the brilliant affair at Gazi.  In that campaign he
gave his life for his country.*  He had been at Winchester, and in
1908, when he made the plan for visiting Mecca, had been living for
some time at Mombasa, where he had acquired Arabic and Swahili, and a
considerable knowledge of Moslem customs.  His motive was partly
curiosity, partly, as he says, to accustom himself to Arab ways, with
a view to further explorations in Arabia, and partly in order to
obtain the useful prestige of a Hadji.  He chose as his companions a
certain Abdul Wahid, an Arab from Aleppo who was established in
Berlin, and Masaudi, a Mombasa native.  The three met at Marseilles
on September 23, 1908.  They started in good time, for though the
pilgrimage was not to take place till the beginning of the following
January, Mr. Wavell wanted to go first to Medina, and also to prepare
himself by a preliminary discipline in Eastern life.  He managed to
secure a Turkish passport, which described him as one Ali bin
Mohammed, aged twenty-five, a subject of Zanzibar on his way to Mecca.


* He fell on January 8, 1916.


The three found a vessel at Genoa which took them to Alexandria,
where they managed, not without trouble, to get their medicine chest,
pistols, and ammunition past the Customs.  They then took passages on
a Khedivial mail ship for Beyrout.  Mr. Wavell had feared that the
language difficulty would be serious, but he found it less formidable
than he expected, since the dialects of Arabic are many.  He
explained to those who found imperfections in his accent that in
Zanzibar the colloquial language was Swahili and that no one talked
Arabic; and on the few occasions when he had to speak Swahili he
inverted the story, announcing that, having been born in Muscat, his
real language was Arabic.  As Sir Richard Burton discovered in his
own journey, it was rare indeed to find any one sufficiently well
acquainted with both languages to find him out.  Meantime he had
changed at Alexandria into Arab clothes and shaved his head.

[Illustration: Wavell's Journey to Mecca.]

They reached Beyrout safely, and proceeded at once by rail to
Damascus.  As they did not propose to start for Medina for some
weeks, they took rooms and settled down, devoting great attention to
the various Moslem ceremonies, and picking up the right kind of
phrases and quotations and greetings.  It is on such small things
that the efficacy of a disguise depends.  "There are nearly as many
white men at Mecca," Mr. Wavell writes in his account of his
adventures,* "as there are men black or brown in colour.  Syrian
'Arabs' not infrequently have fair hair and blue eyes, as likewise
have some of the natives of the Holy Cities themselves.  I was once
asked what colour I stained myself for this journey.  The question
reveals the curious ignorance that lies at the bottom of the
so-called race prejudice, of which some people are so proud.  You
might as well black yourself all over to play Hamlet!"


* _A Modern Pilgrim in Mecca_, by A. J. B. Wavell (Constable, 1912).


Abdul Wahid had brought letters of introduction to a local merchant,
who was most hospitable, and supervised the preparations for the
journey.  They passed safely through the period of Ramadan, and so
complete was Mr. Wavell's get-up, and so stalwart his Moslem
respectability, that it was with some difficulty that he prevented a
middle-aged lady and her two daughters from joining his party for the
pilgrimage.  He bought the "Ihram," the white robes which are
required when entering Mecca, a full camp equipment, and a certain
number of stores, and deposited his money with his merchant friend,
who gave him two cheques on his agents, one at Medina and one at
Mecca.  He proposed to travel to Medina by the Hedjaz railway, a very
different method from those used by earlier adventurers when aiming
at Mecca.

The third-class carriages were desperately crowded, and the train
started to the accompaniment of gramophones--a modern invention which
is very popular in the Hedjaz.  On the way Mr. Wavell had a touch of
malaria, and his fellow pilgrims showed him every kindness.
Presently the train reached Medain Salih, the boundary of the Hedjaz,
which no infidel is permitted to pass.  On the fourth day the rocky
hills opened, and through a gap appeared the minarets of the
Prophet's mosque.  They arrived at Medina in the middle of a battle,
for the Turkish garrison had come to loggerheads with the
neighbouring Bedawin, and the Holy City was more or less in a state
of siege.  The railway was spoiling trade for the neighbouring
tribes, and they were demanding compensation, which Constantinople
would not pay.


Medina lies in an open plain some 3,000 feet above sea-level.  To the
south the country is open, but on the north and west, between five
and ten miles distant, rise rocky mountains.  The city, which has a
population of some 30,000, lives entirely on the pilgrims, as an
English watering-place lives on summer visitors.  The pilgrims are
classified by their lands of origin, and there are official guides,
called Mutowifs, attached to each group.  The first trouble arose
from these guides.  If Mr. Wavell went about with the Zanzibar
Mutowifs he was certain to meet some one who knew him in Mombasa,
even if he were not caught out in the language.  So it was arranged
that Abdul Wahid should profess to come from Bagdad, while Mr. Wavell
passed as "a Derweish," and Masaudi as his slave.  A "Derweish,"
which denotes properly a member of certain monastic orders, is a
title occasionally assumed by pilgrims who do not wish to be
identified with any particular nationality.

Happily, at the station there were no Zanzibar guides, and the party
were able to find rooms in a retired corner at the moderate rate of
£2 a month.  The landlord was an Abyssinian called Iman, a man of
some private means, who had been captured as a child by Arab slavers
and sold in Mecca.  He proved a most useful friend to the party
during their stay.

So began a curious life of endless religious observations.  Apart
from the sacred places, which few European eyes had beheld, there was
a perpetual interest in the study of the pilgrims.  "A large caravan
came in from Yembu, bringing crowds of Indians, Javanese, and
Chinamen.  Every Eastern race might be identified in the motley
crowd, and every variety of costume, till the whole resembled nothing
so much as a fancy dress ball.  In the same line of prayer stand
European Turks, with their frock coats and stick-up collars;
Anatolians, with enormous trousers and fantastic weapons; Arabs from
the West, who look as if they were arrayed for burial; the Bedou
(Bedawin), with their spears and scimitars; and Indians, who, in
spite of their being the richest class there, managed, as usual, to
look the most unkempt and the least clean.  Then, besides, were the
Persians, Chinese, Javanese, Japanese, Malayans, a dozen different
African races, Egyptians, Afghans, Baluchies, Swahilis, and 'Arabs'
of every description."  Representatives of half the races of the
globe may be picked out in the mosque any day during the month before
the pilgrimage.

The behaviour of the pilgrims, who now saw with their own eyes the
tomb of the Prophet, which from their childhood they had been taught
to regard with awe, was a proof of the living reality of the Islamic
faith.  "Many burst into tears and frantically kissed the railings: I
have seen Indians and Afghans fall down apparently unconscious.  They
seem to be much more affected here than before the Kaaba itself.  At
Mecca the feeling is of awe and reverence; here the personal element
comes in.  The onlooker might fancy that they were visiting the tomb
of some dear friend, one whom they had actually known and been
intimate with in his lifetime.  With frantic interest they listen to
their guides as they describe the surroundings.  Here is the place
where the Prophet prayed, the pulpit he preached from, the pillar
against which he leant; there, looking to the mosque, is the window
of Abu Bakar's house, where for long he stayed as a guest; and beyond
is the little garden planted by his daughter Fatima."  Moreover,
there is no suggestion of infidel authority, the Moslem standards
float over the town, Moslem cannon protect its gates, and no
unbeliever may enter.  But there are startling touches of modernity.
In the shops you may buy European tinned goods and note
advertisements of Cadbury's chocolates and Huntley and Palmer's
biscuits!

The party had brought introductions from Damascus and Abdul Wahid had
made various friends, so they saw a good deal of society.  The time
was just after the rising of the Young Turks and the grant of the
Constitution.  Mr. Wavell, who was a staunch Tory, found to his
disgust that every one talked parliamentarianism and Liberal
principles.  England and the English were everywhere in high favour
because of our attitude in the recent quarrel with Austria over the
annexation of Bosnia.  "I am afraid I managed to give the impression
that Zanzibar is a sadly backward state, or that I myself am
peculiarly stupid.  Not to know a word of any European language is to
be held very ignorant, even in Medina.  Most people of the class with
whom I associated had at any rate a smattering of French, and
sometimes of English too.  I was careful never to know anything."

Their stay in Medina was much enlivened by the Bedawin siege.  Mr.
Wavell tried to get enlisted in the defence force, and when that plan
failed, succeeded in getting into a very warm corner just outside the
gates.  They visited like industrious tourists every possible place
of interest, and few pilgrims can have spent a more enlightening
three weeks.  During the whole time they were never in real danger.
They had, indeed, a scuffle with a Persian Mutowif, who would insist
that Mr. Wavell was a Persian; but by vigorous bluffing they made him
apologize, and afterwards employed him as a guide.  Once only was
there a hint of trouble.  Masaudi, standing in the mosque one day
before the noonday prayer, found himself face to face with five
Mombasa Swahilis who knew him intimately, and, what was worse, knew
Mr. Wavell.  Masaudi showed remarkable gifts of mendacity.  He said
he had left Mr. Wavell in England, and having saved a little money
thought the present was a good time to perform the pilgrimage.  He
was in Medina, he said, as a servant of some rich Egyptian pilgrims.
As he walked back after prayer he dropped his string of beads.  The
Swahilis asked where his house was, and he promised to show it them;
but half-way up the street he suddenly remembered the beads, bolted
back, and lost himself in the crowd.

The incident convinced Mr. Wavell that he had better start without
delay for Mecca.  Their plan was to go to the coast at Yembu, for
which a caravan was starting at once.  They arranged for three
camels, one to carry a _shugduf_, which is a cross between a pannier
and a howdah, and the other two for luggage; and they bought the
necessary food.  They took with them a Persian called Jaffa as cook,
and his brother Ibrahim as general servant.  The luggage was carried
down to the big square where the caravan was parked, and where the
travellers had to pass the night.  That evening there occurred an
untoward event.  Mr. Wavell was going to a shop for some small
purchase, when he met two Mutowifs who demanded to know his
nationality.  The Mutowifs, being a strict trades union, were
convinced that he was defrauding the brotherhood.  He took a high
line and showed his pistol, and, fortunately, his late landlord came
down the street at the moment and took his side.  What might have
been an ugly experience ended in a minor street brawl.

[Illustration: View of Medina.  (_By permission of Messrs. Arch.
Constable & Co., Ltd._)]

The journey to Yembu was little better than a nightmare.  The
fashionable road from Medina to Mecca is overland, or back to
Damascus and so direct to Jiddah by the Suez Canal.  Only poor people
go by the Yembu route, which is supposed to be the most hazardous and
the roughest in the Hedjaz.  There were no escort or police
arrangements, no daily market, and each traveller had to carry his
own provisions and water.  The Bedawin hired out the camels, which
numbered about 5,000, and a Bedawi sheikh was in charge.  The
countryside was infested by robbers who constantly cut off
stragglers.  The ground, too, was difficult going, being a rough
mountain-land, and, while the noons were scorching, the nights were
bitterly cold.  Every night an encampment was made, roughly circular
in shape, into which the whole caravan was packed in the smallest
possible space.  "While I was trying to get warm a man stumbled
against me and nearly knocked me into the fire.  Turning round, I was
shocked to see a figure, stained almost from head to foot with blood
from a tremendous gash in the head, obviously a sword cut.  He asked
for water, and I went into the tent to get him some, but returning,
found him gone.  We heard the next day that no less than six men had
been murdered that night and many others wounded; and so it went on
till we reached Yembu.  These unfortunates were mostly people who
could not afford camels, and so had to perform the journey on foot.
Straying from the main body in search of firewood they got picked up
by the marauders hanging on the flanks, who seized every opportunity
to plunder such stragglers of their miserable possessions, and killed
unhesitatingly any who resisted."

It was in this country that Charles Doughty spent part of his time,
and Mr. Wavell thinks that one reason of his success was that he
carried nothing worth stealing.  The fact that Doughty denied neither
his religion nor his nationality seemed to him not the most
remarkable fact about the achievement.  "The Bedou themselves are not
fanatical on these points, and he did not attempt to enter the
forbidden cities.  Of course, the fact of a stranger being a
Christian is always a good excuse for knocking him on the head; but
failing it they will soon find another if they want to do so, and
will be quite uninfluenced by it if they don't."

They had one row with their camel man, Saad, who tried to extort
bakhsheesh.  Suddenly he quieted down, and became all politeness to
the end of the journey.  The reason for this was that that
resourceful liar Ibrahim had told him that Mr. Wavell was a nephew of
the Governor of Yembu.  This story served the travellers well.  It
spread through the caravan, and many of the pilgrims who were being
blackmailed by their camel-men came to him and begged his protection,
and received it.  At last, on the dawn of the sixth day, after
trekking without a stop for the last twenty hours, they reached the
gates of Yembu.

Here they were delayed some time, owing to the fact that the pilgrim
ship to take them to Jiddah--an old Greek vessel chartered by a
syndicate of Persians--would not start till its owners considered
that sufficient pilgrims had arrived.  Abdul Wahid now became the
popular leader.  At the head of a mob of passengers he seized the
Persians and carried them off to the Governor.  Mounted on a pile of
sugar bags he delivered an impassioned address, concluding with "We
had better be dealing with Christians than Moslems, who cheat their
brethren in this fashion."  "Murmurs of protest," says Mr. Wavell,
"deprecated this revolting comparison.  We all thought he was going a
little too far."  The Persians finally capitulated, and the ship got
under way.  But there came one last _contretemps_.  A party of
Megribi Arabs had passed the quarantine and were half-way out to the
ship when one of them died.  The shore authorities refused to let
them land again and the Persians declined to take the corpse aboard.
The Arabs could not throw it into the sea because there were certain
ceremonial washings to be performed and certain prayers to be said.
An Egyptian lawyer on board gave it as his opinion that the man,
having taken his ticket, was entitled to his passage, dead or alive,
there being no saving clause in the contract.  Finally the Megribis
got sick of arguing, swarmed over the bulwarks, and hoisted up their
departed comrade.  Their fierce faces and long knives settled the
point of law.

At half-past four in the afternoon the syren blew to announce that
the pilgrims were within that latitude where they must exchange their
ordinary clothes for the Ihram--the garb which has to be worn by all
travellers who attain a certain distance from Mecca.  The costume
consists of two white bath towels, one worn round the loins and the
other over the shoulders.  The head is unprotected, but deaths from
sunstroke are singularly few.  The costume is not becoming,
especially in the case of a fat man.  "A party of elderly European
Turks close to us looked peculiarly ludicrous, their appearance
suggesting members of the Athenæum Club suddenly evicted from a
Turkish bath."

The party remained four days at Jiddah, visiting among other places
the tomb of Eve, who apparently was about a quarter of a mile in
height, so it was a tiring business to make the necessary
perambulation of her sepulchre.  Owing to their behaviour at Yembu
they had acquired much kudos among the pilgrims and had no
difficulties during their stay.  The only anxiety was about the
Mombasa Swahilis, and also about a certain Mombasa sheikh who knew
Mr. Wavell and was proposing to go to Mecca that year.  As neither
sheikh nor Swahilis arrived, they decided to risk it and go on to
Mecca, after Mr. Wavell had left a letter for the sheikh requesting
him to hold his tongue.  They found a Mutowif who was a local agent
of one of the principal Mecca guides, to whom he wrote recommending
them.  They never intended to employ this guide, but the
recommendation gave them an excuse to refuse to employ others.
Having taken every precaution they could think of, they prepared for
the last stage of the journey.  "Abdul Wahid made a vow that if he
returned safely he would present three dollars to the poor of Jiddah.
We told him we thought he was asking the Almighty to do it too
cheaply and that he had much better make it a sovereign.  To our
disgust, when he did get back, he utterly declined to disgorge the
promised sum."


The journey from Jiddah to Mecca can be performed in a day, for it is
only some forty miles.  The road is protected by a line of
blockhouses, every mile or so there is a restaurant or a booth for
refreshment, and all day long during the pilgrimage season there is a
continuous caravan.  A strange silence broods over everything.  There
is no shouting or singing or firing of guns, and the camels move over
the deep soft sand with scarcely a sound, for to the Moslem it is the
approach to the holy of holies.  "To him it is a place hardly
belonging to this world, overshadowed like the Tabernacle of old by
the almost tangible presence of the deity.  Five times daily
throughout his life has he turned his face towards this city, whose
mysteries he is now about to view with his own eyes.  Moreover,
according to the common belief, pilgrimage brings certain
responsibilities and even perils along with its manifold blessings.
Good deeds in Mecca count many thousand times their value elsewhere,
but sin that is committed there will reap its reward in hell."  Mr.
Wavell and his companions, decently but simply clad in their bath
towels, approached the city repeating the ceremonial prayers.  To one
which began, "O Lord, Who hast brought me in safety to this place, do
Thou bring me safely out again," he said a fervid "Amen."

Mecca lies in a deep-cut hollow of the hills, and is not visible till
travellers are at its gates.  Presently they found themselves in the
great square which contains the Kaaba, the black covering of which is
in startling contrast with the dazzling white marble of the pavement.
The Kaaba itself is a cube about forty feet square, built of granite
blocks, and let into the wall is a great black stone.  This stone is
believed to have fallen from heaven, which it probably did, as it is
clearly a meteorite.  Barefooted, the little party moved round it the
requisite seven times, chanting the proper prayers.  Then a small
circular patch of hair was shaved from their heads, and the first
part of the ceremony was over.

Mecca was then under the semi-independent rule of Sherif Hussein,
and, on the whole, seemed to be well governed; but the problem of the
municipal authorities in looking after the vast crowd of pilgrims was
no easy one.  As at Medina, every race on earth was represented
there.  Mr. Wavell was most struck by the Javanese, who were present
in great numbers, for there was then a strong Islamic revival in the
Far East.  The party found comfortable lodgings in a quiet street,
and, as at Medina, went much into society, owing to the wide
acquaintance of Abdul Wahid.  Mecca is one of the few places
remaining where there is an open slave-market, and female slaves may
be bought for prices ranging from £20 to £100, though Georgians and
Circassians fetch more.  Masaudi discovered an acquaintance in a boy
called Kepi from Mombasa, whose father had died on the pilgrimage,
and was now left destitute.  Kepi was accordingly attached to the
party.  Mr. Wavell heard the good news that the Mombasa sheikh, whose
coming he had been warned of, had now written saying that he would
not arrive that year.

[Illustration: View of Mecca.  (_By permission of Messrs. Arch.
Constable & Co., Ltd._)]

The time passed pleasantly in sight-seeing and giving and receiving
hospitality.  Mr. Wavell gave one dinner to no less than twelve
guests, which, since he had an excellent cook, was very successful.
There are few more curious incidents in the literature of travel than
this party given by a disguised Christian in the Moslem holy of
holies to a company which included Arabs from Bussorah and Mecca, two
Persian merchants, and a Turkish officer from the Bagdad Corps.  Most
Western luxuries can be obtained in Mecca, including ice cream,
which, according to Mr. Wavell, is a frozen mixture of tinned milk,
dirty water, and cholera germs!  Alcoholic liquor can also be got if
you know where to go for it.

The great festival was now approaching.  A white linen band was
fastened round the black covering of the Kaaba, which remained there
till the great day, when the covering was changed.  A new covering is
brought every year from Egypt, made of dull black silk and cotton,
embroidered with the name of God on every square foot.  It is
prepared in Constantinople, and is said to cost £3,600.  The main
ceremony of the festival is as follows: On a certain fixed day all
adults must leave the city before nightfall, and go to a village
called Mina, some five miles to the north.  They pass the night
there, and go nine miles farther on the next morning to Mount Arafat,
where they remain till sunset.  They then return, and sleep at
Nimrah, half-way between Arafat and Mina.  The third day they must be
back at Mina in the morning, go through the ceremony of throwing
stones at the Three Devils, proceed to Mecca for other ceremonies,
and return to Mina for the night.  The fourth day is spent at Mina,
and at noon on the fifth day they return to Mecca.  The bath towels
of the Ihram are now relinquished, and the pilgrim dons the best new
clothes which he can afford.  He is then entitled to the name of
Hadji, and thereafter through life can wear a special headgear, such
as a green turban.

The exodus from the city to Mina was a strange sight.  The different
holy carpets were escorted by regiments and brass bands, that of
Egypt marching to the tune of the "Barren Rocks of Aden."  Sherif
Hussein was there on horseback, accompanied by a crowd of spearmen
and a squadron of racing camels.  The ride to Mina beggared
description.  "The best idea of what it is like," Mr. Wavell wrote,
"will be gained by considering that at least half a million people
are traversing these nine miles of road between sunrise and ten
o'clock this day; that about half of them are mounted, and that many
of them possess baggage animals as well.  The roar of this great
column is like a breaking sea, and the dust spreads for miles over
the surrounding country.  When, passing through the second defile, we
came in sight of Arafat itself, the spectacle was stranger still.
The hill was literally black with people, and tents were springing up
around it, hundreds to the minute, in an ever-widening circle.  As we
approached, the dull murmur caused by thousands of people shouting
the formula, 'Lebéka, lebéka, Allahooma lebéka,' which had long been
audible, became so loud that it dominated every other sound.  In the
distance it sounded rather ominous, suggestive of some deep
disturbance of great power, like the rumble of an earthquake."

The hygienic conditions of the exodus were of course abominable.
Tanks and springs were soon fouled by people bathing in them, and the
condition of the hill-side was filthy beyond description.  Often some
infectious disease like cholera decimates the pilgrims, but our
travellers were fortunate in escaping it.  They went through all the
proper ceremonies, and stoned the Three Devils at Mina with gusto.
The Three Devils are three stone pillars, and, in a mob of many
thousands of bad shots, a good many pilgrims are bound to suffer.
They bought a sheep to sacrifice, like the others, and a mess of
offal and blood was soon added to the attractions of the countryside.
They then went back to Mecca, kissed the Black Stone, had another
square inch of hair shaved from their temples, and were free to put
off the bath towels.  Now was the moment for the new clothes.  Abdul
Wahid appeared in a bilious yellow garment brought from Damascus;
Masaudi in an obsolete regimental mess waistcoat; while Mr. Wavell
was chastely arrayed in white cloth robes, a black jubba, and a gold
sash with a dagger.

Thus attired they set out again for Mina for the last ceremonies.  In
the night a thief got into their tent, and carried off Masaudi's new
turban, £5 in gold, and various oddments, including a couple of
pistols.  In the morning they went to salute the Sherif, and when
they had returned and were sitting in their tent, passed through the
most dangerous moment of the adventure.  The wall of the tent was
down, as is usual in the heat of the day, and they were squatting on
the carpet, when suddenly they heard an exclamation from Masaudi.
Looking round, they saw, standing within a few feet of them and
looking straight into the tent, three of the Mombasa Swahilis whom
they had met at Medina.  It scarcely seemed possible that they could
miss seeing Masaudi, and if they did they would certainly come into
the tent to greet him, when Mr. Wavell was bound to be recognized.
The morning sun, however, was shining right in their eyes, so they
saw nothing, and passed on.  As soon as they had turned their backs
Mr. Wavell and Masaudi ran out of the tent on the other side and
mingled with the crowd.  They returned to Mecca, to be congratulated
by their friends on the successfully accomplished pilgrimage, and Mr.
Wavell was free to go into the world as Hadji Ali bin Mohammed.

It was now their business to get out of Mecca as soon as possible,
especially as money was running low.  They paid the necessary
farewell visits, hired the transport, and started, intending to do
the journey in one day.  They were, however, held up by a sentry on
the road, and had to spend a cold and comfortless night in the open,
and did not enter Jiddah till sunrise.  At Jiddah they separated;
Masaudi went to Mombasa, Abdul Wahid to Persia, and Mr. Wavell to
Egypt.

In summing up the expedition, Mr. Wavell was disposed to attribute
his success not to any histrionic gifts of his own, but to the
ignorance of the inhabitants of the Holy Cities, and their lack of
interest in the outside world, even the Islamic world.  "There are so
many different sects in Islam, and its adherents are found in so many
different countries, that I seriously believe that if some one
invented for himself a country and a language that did not exist at
all, and journeyed thus to Mecca, no one there would know enough
geography to find him out.  Yet with all, they are quick enough in
their way, and if some Mutowif would take the trouble to write a book
on ethnography in its relation to the Islam of to-day, and classify
the different races that come to Mecca, such a deception as I
practised would become impossible."  They did, as a matter of fact,
excite a certain suspicion, and their two servants, though they were
Persians and knew little Arabic, must have had their own views.  The
great assets of the travellers were their knowledge of Arabic and
Moslem ceremonial, and the fact that Mr. Wavell took up his disguise
long before he approached the Hedjaz.  He considered that Medina was
much the more dangerous place of the two, and that no traveller
should go there who was not thoroughly at home in his oriental
character.

Whatever may be said, the journey is one of extreme danger and
delicacy, and demands not only great knowledge, but perpetual
vigilance.  It must be remembered that a European is all the time in
the midst of a fanatical and devout people, and that the highest
merit would be acquired by any one who might discover and denounce
the unbeliever.  In spite of every precaution there must be an
enormous element of luck, and Mr. Wavell's conclusion is that his
escape was due rather to a series of happy chances than to his own
good management.




VIII

THE EXPLORATION OF NEW GUINEA



THE EXPLORATION OF NEW GUINEA

(_Map_, p. 248.)

Almost every part of the globe has suffered some change in the past
century.  It may have altered its appearance by settlement and
cultivation and the growth of cities; or, if it still remains a
wilderness, there are routes of commerce through it which bring it to
the knowledge of the world.  But the great island of New Guinea is
almost as little changed to-day by the advent of white adventurers as
when, in the year 1527, Jorge de Meneses, the Portuguese Governor of
the Spice Islands, first landed on its swampy shores.  In 1545,
eighteen years later, it received the name by which it is known
to-day.  The Portuguese Empire decayed, and during the seventeenth
century the Dutch appeared.  In the eighteenth century many famous
voyagers, like Dampier, Carteret, and Captain Cook, touched the
island, and in the last century the rapid opening up of the world by
travellers and missionaries bore fruit even in those remote seas.
The Dutch held the western end; in 1884 Germany laid claim to the
north-eastern part; and that same year the south-eastern section,
which had been formally taken over in 1883 by Queensland, was annexed
to the British Crown.  In 1899 the Dutch boundary was delimited, and
Holland, with the assent of the Powers, assumed direct control of her
share.  The one change to-day in these arrangements is that the
former German section is now administered under mandate by the
Commonwealth of Australia.

The first decade of this century saw great exploring activity on the
part of all three European masters.  The Dutch especially did
excellent work, and Dr. Lorentz was the first man to reach the snows
of the inland mountains.  But few of the secrets of the
island--geographical, zoological, and botanical--have yet been
unriddled.  The place is so remote from Europe, its climate is so
deadly, its inhabitants so treacherous, and its forests and swamps so
impenetrable, that exploration there is in many ways a more desperate
undertaking than anywhere else on the globe.

I have selected two expeditions as an example of what the pioneer
must undergo.  In 1910 the Ornithologists' Union sent out an
expedition to investigate the New Guinea fauna and collect specimens.
Captain Cecil Rawling, whose thirst for the unknown was unquenchable,
accompanied it on the geographical side, and Mr. A. F. R. Wollaston
as medical officer.  There was no proper survey equipment, as the
mission was primarily one of naturalists.  Ten Gurkhas were enlisted
from India, and the Dutch Government supplied a certain number of
Javanese troops.  Coolies also were recruited in Java, who turned out
to be hopelessly unsuitable both in physique and character for any
serious travel in the wilds.  The majority were about sixteen years
of age, and they appeared in the jungle decently dressed in black
frock coats and bowler hats!

The part selected was the southern coast of the Dutch territory, and
it was Captain Rawling's hope that they would be able to penetrate to
that belt of snow mountains, at the head of the coastal rivers,
running from the Nassau Range in the west to Wilhelmina Peak in the
east, where Dr. Lorentz had been the pioneer.  Obviously it was vital
to find a river which would take them direct to the hills.  But they
had no previous information to go upon, and were compelled to select
their stream at random.  Had they gone farther east, and chosen the
Utakwa, they would have found a current navigable for an ocean-going
steamer for seventeen miles from its mouth, and for launches for many
miles more--a river, moreover, running directly from the highest
snows of Mount Carstensz.  As it was, they hit upon a river called
the Mimika, a small jungle-fed stream rising in the low foothills
sixty miles to the west of Carstensz, and twenty miles or so short of
the main range.  The Mimika, too, was full of endless windings and
liable to sudden and violent floodings.  Hence it was of little use
to the expedition in the way of transport.  This was the more
regrettable since transport was the essence of the problem.  From the
foothills of the mountains to the sea lies a belt of forest like a
barbed-wire entanglement.  This forest is so dense that the cutting
of a road can only progress at the rate of 100 yards a day.  It is
swampy, and often, in flood-time, under water, and filled with every
form of noxious insect life.  Unless this nightmare land can be
circumvented by the use of a broad river channel, it must take even a
strong party many months before they reach the base of the hills.

This was what happened to Captain Rawling.  On January 26, 1910,
after a base camp had been established at Wakatimi, not far from the
Mimika mouth, he set off to ascend the river.  Here is his
description of the country:--


"It is quite impossible for any one who has not visited these parts
of New Guinea to realize the density of the forest growth.  The
vegetation, through which only the scantiest glimpses of the sky can
be obtained, appears to form, as it were, two great horizontal
strata.  The first comprises the giant trees, whose topmost boughs
are 150 feet or more above the ground; the other, the bushes, shrubs,
and trees of lesser growth, which never attain a greater height than
30 to 40 feet.  Such is the richness of the soil that not one square
foot remains untenanted, and the never-ending struggle to reach
upwards towards the longed-for light goes on silently and
relentlessly.  Creepers and parasites in endless variety cling to
every stem, slowly but surely throttling their hosts.  From tree to
tree their tentacles stretch out, seizing on to the first projecting
branch and limb, and forming such a close and tangled mass that the
dead and dying giants of the forest are prevented from falling to the
ground....

"The various devices recommended in the books of one's childhood,
and, it may be added, in learned books as well, whereby the traveller
is enabled to recover a lost trail or regain the right direction, are
here of no avail.  For instance, moss does not grow more on one side
of a tree-trunk than on the other; trees do not lean away from the
prevailing wind; nor is the position of the sun a guide, for it is
seldom visible.  In fact, the traveller has nothing to rely upon but
the compass or a local guide, and even the latter is often at fault.
Hopeless indeed does the outlook appear when the wanderer, hedged in
by a wall of scrub and creeper which limits his vision to a distance
of ten or twelve yards, realizes that he has lost his bearings; when
the vastness of the forest seems to press upon him, and there is no
sound to be heard but the drip, drip of the water-laden trees and the
bubbling of the stinking bog underfoot.  His only chance of escape is
to find a stream, and follow it down till it joins a main river."


The first big episode was the discovery of the Pygmies who lived in
the foothills, and were assiduously hunted by the forest tribes.  The
average height of these little men was 4 feet 7 inches, and Captain
Rawling penetrated to their village in a clearing above the head
waters of the Mimika.  The Mimika source was reached, but led them
nowhere, and they fared no better with another small stream to the
west, called the Kapare.  Then by accident a secret native path was
discovered running eastward--a mere tunnel in the matted forest.  By
this route they were able to reach a parallel river, called the
Tuaba, which was a tributary of the larger Kamura.  From a village
called Ibo as a centre, the expedition made various casts east and
north, but found it impossible to get near the skirts of the hills.

Captain Rawling returned to the coast and made excursions along the
eastern shore, but found no adjacent river mouth which promised
better.  By this time it was June, and the floods began with such
vigour that practically the whole country between the mountains and
the sea was under water.  When the floods ebbed, a resolute attempt
was made to push east from Ibo, and with a good deal of trouble
another parallel stream was reached, called the Wataikwa.  The party
founded a camp there, and explored the upper waters of that stream.
Travelling was extremely difficult, because the only decent road was
the river bed, and this route was promptly made impossible by a new
spate.  The travellers had to face the fact that the farther they
went eastward the greater became the labour of carrying supplies, for
their base camp remained on the Mimika.

Still, an effort must be made unless the expedition was to admit
failure.  It was decided that the best plan was to try and cut a road
through the forest to the next stream on the east, in the hope that
it would lead them into the hills.  This was done, and the Iwaka
River was reached after much severe toil.  They had entered a
desperate country, strewn with moss-covered boulders and seamed with
gullies covered with an impenetrable mass of timber.  The density of
this growth was unbelievable; through it no man could force a way
unless with an axe in hand, and as most of the trees were of very
hard wood--the stems varying from four to eight inches in
diameter--and clothed from top to bottom with damp earth covered with
moss, progress at times became impossible.  An idea of the labour
involved in the task of clearing a two-foot path through this forest
may be judged by the fact that a stretch of five thousand yards
required three weeks' constant work before a man could pass freely
along.  On one day two cutters achieved a length of two hundred and
ten yards, and on another, when Captain Rawling was working by
himself, all he could add was a piece of ninety yards in length.  No
wonder he asks, "Can this forest, with its horrible monotony and
impregnability, be equalled by any other in the world?"

[Illustration: The Exploration of New Guinea]

Down came the rain again, and in August the country was all under
water.  The advance was not renewed till the beginning of 1911, when
fresh supplies had arrived from England, and the old motor-boat had
been put in repair.  So far, a year's hard labour had not taken the
explorers within measurable distance of their goal.  With the help of
a launch, food supplies for eight weeks were stored at the head of
the Mimika.  One story may be quoted as a piece of comic relief in a
very grim campaign.  On 4th January two men quarrelled in camp and
killed each other.


"The sergeant who, by the way, was a foreigner, took charge of the
burial ceremonials, and was evidently quite determined that, for his
part, nothing should be lacking which the importance of the occasion
demanded.  Drawing his sword, and placing himself between the graves,
he harangued the spectators.  'Men,' he said, 'this day two servants
of the Government have lost their lives at the hands of each other.
Were they not both good men? hein.'  'One man very bad man,' chipped
in an officious convict, but a glance from the offended sergeant made
him wish that he had never spoken.  'Whether they will both go to
heaven I cannot say,' exclaimed he, 'but I think Allah'--pointing
upwards with his sword--'will first purge them with a fire.  Take
this as a lesson.'  Then, drawing himself up to his full height as
befitted the occasion, he returned his sword with a clank to the
scabbard, and, as far as the public was concerned, the ceremony was
at an end.  The sergeant, however, had not yet finished.  Returning
to his hut, he refreshed himself with a few glasses of gin, and
played on the mouth-organ the national anthems of the three flags
under which he had served.  This terminated the funeral obsequies,
and with the exception of the official report and the entry in the
accounts 'To one bottle gin for disinfecting corpse,' nothing
remained to mark the sanguinary affair."


The Iwaka was safely reached, and the last stage began.  At first the
advance was up its right bank, but this only brought the travellers
back to the upper glen of the Wataikwa, which they had already found
impossible.  It was clear that the Iwaka must be crossed and the
ridges to the east ascended.  Getting over that stream was an ugly
business, and it was achieved only by the heroism of one of the
Gurkhas, who managed to haul himself hand over hand along a thin
rope.  Captain Rawling records that it was "one of the best actions
carried out in cold blood that I have ever had the good fortune to
witness."  A rough bridge was constructed, and on the morning of
February 8, 1911, thirteen months after their first landing on the
coast, the party had at last a road to the upper ridges.  It was
thick, misty weather, and of the farther mountains they only had
occasional glimpses.  Camp was pitched at an altitude of 5,400 feet,
but not on solid ground, for all the climbing had been done on the
top of live or dead timber.  The following morning they hacked their
way to a clear space on the ridge at a height of 5,600 feet, and
there they were at last favoured with the view for which they had
longed, and were able to fix the position of the main peaks.

Looking southward they saw the sea, and between it and them the dark
green of the forest through which they had struggled for so many
months.  The gloom was broken at rare intervals by a streak of light,
which was a river.  Nearly five miles away stood Mount Godman, and
beyond it the huge southern face of the range, a gigantic black
cliff, eighty miles from east to west, with a clear drop of nearly a
mile and three-quarters--by far the greatest precipice in the world.
Behind this scarp rose the snow mountains--Mount Leonard Darwin, to
the north-west, 13,882 feet; and to the north-east Mount Idenburg,
15,379 feet, and the glittering top of Carstensz, which is almost
16,000 feet.  The great peaks seemed, below, a mass of wild, black
precipices, cleft with fissures; but, above, a long, easy snow-field,
curving gently to the summits.  It was such a view as the old
Portuguese adventurers might have had when, after struggling for
months through the coastal jungles, they suddenly came in sight of
Kenya or Kilimanjaro.  But for Captain Rawling and his party it would
be no more than a Pisgah-sight.  Advance was impossible.  The fatal
choice of the Mimika route meant that they had taken the worst road
conceivable to the great snows.  The attainment of the peaks must be
left to their successors.  He who would understand the full
difficulties and miseries of that expedition must read Captain
Rawling's own narrative.*


* _The Land of the New Guinea Pygmies_, by Captain C. G. Rawling
(Seeley, Service, and Co., 1913).


Rarely has a more thoroughly comfortless expedition been undertaken.
To begin with, the food was bad and unsuitable, for they had the
surplus stores from Shackleton's Antarctic expedition, and the joys
of bully-beef, pea-soup, and pickles under an equatorial sky may be
imagined.  It was impossible to get good local assistance, for the
natives were a preposterous race, treacherous and unreliable when
they were not actively malevolent.  They were subject to sudden
panics, when they fled to the jungle, and to wild outbursts of
sorrow, when they would weep and sob for hours.  The imported
Javanese were, if possible, more hopeless.  Then there was every kind
of noxious insect--mosquitoes without end, gigantic leeches dangling
from every leaf which made a speciality of attacking the eyeballs,
ticks, stinking caterpillars, immense blue-bottles which swarmed in
clouds over any food left uncovered, crickets which ate a man's
clothes up in a night, and a plague of minute bees which settled in
myriads on the heated face of the traveller.  Above all, there was
the rain.  The whole country was water-logged by the flooding rivers
and the incessant deluge.  In the dry season the average rainfall was
about two and a half inches a day!  Mr. Wollaston took the trouble to
keep a meteorological diary, and found that during the first year
rain fell on 330 days, and that on 295 days it was accompanied by
thunder and lightning.  Of the 400 men of all races employed during
the first year, 12 per cent. died in the country from hardships, and
83 per cent. of the total force was invalided from New Guinea.  Of
the Europeans and natives who landed during that year, only eleven
lasted out the whole fifteen months of the expedition.  Of these
eleven, four were Europeans, four Gurkhas, two Javanese soldiers, and
one a convict.  When it is remembered that eight months is the
maximum period allowed by the Dutch authorities for continued service
in New Guinea, the marvel is that these eleven escaped with their
lives.  It was with no regret that Captain Rawling said farewell to
what must be by far the most unpleasant land on earth.  "Wild shrieks
had greeted us on our first arrival in the country, and wild shrieks
echoed down the still reach of the river as the boats crept towards
the sea."

[Illustration: New Guinea Canoes.  [It was in such canoes that Mr.
Staniforth Smith made part of his journey.] (_By permission of
Messrs. Seeley, Service, & Co._)]


Mount Carstensz still awaits its conqueror.  Since the Rawling
expedition much has been done in the exploration of the central
mountains.  In 1913 Mount Wilhelmina (15,580 feet), of which Dr.
Lorentz had trodden the lower snows, was finally ascended by Captain
Herderschee.  In 1921 Captain Kremer reached the same summit from the
north, and found a means of crossing the range at a height of 13,480
feet.  A German expedition under Dr. Moszkowski, which was projected
in 1913 to attempt Carstensz from the north, was stopped by the war.
Meantime, in September, 1912, Mr. Wollaston, Captain Rawling's
companion, had returned to New Guinea and ascended the Utakwa River.
Its head waters led him direct to Carstensz, and by establishing a
series of depots for food in the foothills, he was able to reach the
main massif of the mountain.  Above 8,000 feet he left the jungles
behind; but the mountain proved very difficult, and the rain, as
usual, fell without intermission.  At 14,200 feet he reached the
snow-line, and on February 1, 1913, from a camp above 12,000 feet, he
climbed to 14,866 feet, a thousand feet or so below the summit.
There he was stopped by an ice fall, and lack of provisions and the
weakness of his party prevented him from finding a way to turn it.
The top of the mountain is an ice cap which breaks down very sheer on
the south side, and Mr. Wollaston is of opinion that the easiest
ascent would be from the north.  This closes for the present the
history of the exploration of Carstensz.

For the second story we move east into British territory.  There the
general configuration is the same--swamps near the shore, then a
tangled forest, then a range of inland mountains, though these are
much less conspicuous than the ranges in Dutch territory, and
scarcely rise above 6,000 feet.  In 1911 the Hon. Miles Staniforth
Smith, who had been Mayor of Kalgoorlie, and a senator representing
West Australia in the Commonwealth Parliament, and was at the time
Administrator of Papua, set out across the centre of the unexplored
part of his province to investigate the sources of the rivers
emptying into the Papuan Gulf.  As the travelling was of the
roughest, and the aim was exploration rather than scientific
research, the party was kept very small--three white men, Mr.
Staniforth Smith, Mr. Bell, the Chief Inspector of Native Affairs,
and Mr. Pratt, a Staff Surveyor, together with eleven native police
and seventeen carriers.  They started from the head of the navigable
waters of the Kikor or Aird River, meaning to push north to the top
of Mount Murray, and then traverse to the west along the ridge.
Mount Murray, which is some 6,000 feet high, was safely reached, and
the explorers found themselves moving along a high limestone plateau,
much fissured by streams and diversified by parallel ranges.  They
hoped ultimately to reach the Strickland River, which is a tributary
of the great Fly River, and so complete the rest of their journey by
rafts.

Presently they found such a river running in a deep gorge, and from
certain rapids which had been noted by earlier explorers, they
assumed it to be the Strickland.  Now began their adventures.  The
stream seemed to be a series of wild rapids; but as the Strickland
had already been descended in rafts, the risks appeared to be
justifiable, and four rafts were built.  Mr. Staniforth Smith started
out first with three police and two carriers, and Mr. Bell and Mr.
Pratt arranged to follow in quick succession with the rest.  In two
hundred yards the first raft was upset, but its occupants managed to
hang on.  Instead of the rapids disappearing they grew worse, and
after four or five wild miles the party dashed into a timber block.
One of the natives was so seriously injured that he died next
morning.  Mr. Staniforth Smith then started to go back along the
river, in the hope of joining his companions, but found that he was
on an island with swift streams on either side.  Next morning the
party tried to ford the river, and with some difficulty succeeded.
As they were cutting a track up a bank they met two of the police,
who had lost their rifles, and who informed them that Mr. Bell and
Mr. Pratt were on the other bank of the river, and that several of
the carriers had been drowned.  The party had now been two days
without food, so Mr. Staniforth Smith resolved to turn and travel
down the stream in the hope of finding smoother water and a native
village.  They had no means of making a fire, and in any case there
were no sago or bread-fruit trees in the neighbourhood.

[Illustration: New Guinea Pygmies contrasted with ordinary Natives.
(_By permission of Messrs. Seeley, Service, & Co._)]

For five and a half days the explorers hacked their way downstream.
During all that time they had no food of any kind, and no shelter
from torrential rains except a few palm leaves.  On the sixth day,
after travelling twenty miles, they saw natives on the opposite bank.
They built a rough raft and managed to cross.  It was just in time,
for they were now utterly exhausted; but the food which the natives
gave them revived them.  Curiously enough, as they were at their meal
the party of Mr. Bell and Mr. Pratt came out of the jungle.  They
had, if possible, suffered even worse disasters.  Both the white men,
though powerful swimmers, had been nearly drowned, and seven of the
carriers had lost their lives.  They would certainly have perished
had they not had the luck the day before to shoot a wild pig.

By this time it was clear that whatever stream they were on it was
not the Strickland, for the Strickland flowed south-west, and this
river ran nearly due east.  The natives, who had never seen a white
man before, took them to their village and treated them kindly.  The
good repute of the British official throughout the wilds now stood
them in good stead.  They hoped that the river would soon be clear of
rapids; but to their consternation there was nothing but gorges and
whirlpools for another hundred miles.  The stream was the Kikor in
its middle reaches, the same stream as they had ascended from the
coast.  It took them twenty-nine days to pass the hundred miles of
gorges, and during that time they rarely had a full meal.  On one
occasion the whole party worked for seven days without getting
anything to eat except a few handfuls of soup-powder and a few tins
of cocoa, saved from the capsized rafts.  They had no matches, so
they had to keep a fire burning day and night.  They slept in caves
and under palm leaves, which made no pretence of keeping out the rain.

By the twenty-ninth day the river seemed smooth enough for rafts, and
the explorers again embarked, and managed to cover fifty miles
without any serious misadventure.  But next day the rapids began
again, and their two canoes, made of hollow logs, were upset.  They
descended the rapids for ten miles, hanging on to the upturned logs,
before they could land.  That night they spent in the rain, without
food; and starting again at daybreak, they suddenly saw, to their
immense relief, European tents, and were welcomed by an officer of
the constabulary, who had been sent out to look for them.  They had
reached the exact spot from which they had struck north to Mount
Murray at the beginning of their journey!  When, two days later, they
arrived at the coast, they had travelled in fifteen weeks
approximately 524 miles through utterly unknown country--374 miles on
foot and 150 by river.

Mr. Staniforth Smith encountered every misfortune that can meet the
traveller except one--he had no trouble with the natives.  Indeed, by
his tact and patience he made friends everywhere with the bushmen,
and the survivors of the party owed to them their lives.  By some
strange system of bush telegraphy the repute of the white men was
spread from village to village.  It was the one piece of good fortune
that befell the explorers, and it was final in its effect, for it
made the difference between life and death.  I do not know any
narrative of exploration which contains adventures more desperate
than those whirling voyages on upturned rafts through black ravines;
or that month when starving men hacked their way through the jungle
along the torrent's bank in a perpetual tempest of rain.*


* For this journey Mr. Staniforth Smith received in 1923 the gold
medal of the Royal Geographical Society.




IX

MOUNT EVEREST



MOUNT EVEREST

(_Map_, p. 272.)

I

The Himalaya not only contain the loftiest peaks on the globe, but
can boast at least eighty summits loftier than those of any other
range.  The Andes come next, but their highest point, Aconcagua, is
only 23,060 feet.  In the huge mountain land which bounds India on
the north, and which stretches as great a distance as from the
English Channel to the Caspian, there are more than eighty peaks
above 24,000 feet, some twenty above 26,000, and six above 27,000.
Mount Everest, the highest, is, according to the latest measurements,
29,140 feet high.  Its true character was not always recognized.  At
one time Chimborazo, in the Andes, was thought to "outsoar Himalay."
In the middle of last century Kanchenjunga, which fills the eye of
the traveller who looks north from Darjeeling, was believed to be the
loftiest of the world's mountains.  At that time officers of the
Indian Government were conducting the great Trigonometrical Survey,
during which they discovered a summit for which they could find no
native name, and which they labelled Peak XV.  In 1852, when the
observations had been worked out, an official rushed breathlessly
into the room of the Surveyor-General in Calcutta with the news that
Peak XV. proved to be 29,002 feet high, and was therefore the chief
mountain in the world.  As its native name was unknown, it was called
after Sir George Everest, who had been in charge of the survey.  The
name is beautiful in itself, and may well stand; though, had the
circumstances been otherwise, there would have been much to be said
for the Tibetan name, "Chomolungmo," which means "Goddess Mother of
the Mountains."

The ascent of Everest was a project which only slowly entered into
men's minds.  When the great peak was first discovered mountaineering
was still in its infancy, and for a generation afterwards climbers
were preoccupied with the Alps.  Then mountaineers began to look
farther afield, and first the Caucasus and then the Andes were
conquered, till some thirty years ago the ambitious began to turn
their eyes to the Himalaya.  Gradually the limit of achievement on
high snows was extended.  On Trisul, Dr. Longstaff in ten and a half
hours ascended from 17,450 feet to the summit of 23,360 feet.  On
Kamet, Mr. Charles Meade took coolies up to a camp of 23,600 feet.
The Duke of the Abruzzi, after his ascent of Ruwenzori, attacked,
with a splendidly equipped party, K2, that icy lump in the Karakoram,
the second highest of the world's mountains, and reached a height of
24,600 feet, which, till the year 1921, remained the world's record.
In 1920 Dr. Kellas found that on reasonable snow he could ascend at a
rate of 600 feet an hour above 21,000 feet.  It was inevitable that,
when the Great War was over, lovers of high places should fix their
thoughts on Everest.

It had long been a dream of mountaineers.  Lord Curzon, when Viceroy
of India, had suggested the exploration of Everest to the Royal
Geographical Society and the Alpine Club.  But there were political
difficulties connected with the journey through Tibet or Nepal, and
even a reconnaissance of the mountain proved impossible.  Cecil
Rawling (who fell at the Third Battle of Ypres as a Brigadier-General
with the 21st Division), during his journey in 1904 to the head
waters of the Brahmaputra, saw for the first time, from a distance of
sixty miles, the north side of Everest, and believed that it might be
climbed.  I well remember how in the year before the war he and I
planned an expedition which was to cover two seasons, and explore
that northern side.  In March, 1919, Captain Noel urged the Royal
Geographical Society to undertake the work, and Sir Francis
Younghusband, the President of the Society in the following year, in
conjunction with the Alpine Club, entered into negotiations with the
Government of India.  Permission was obtained from the Tibetan
authorities, and in January 1921 a Joint Committee of the Royal
Geographical Society and the Alpine Club proceeded to organize an
expedition.

There were many to ask what was the use of such an enterprise, which
would be costly, difficult, and certainly dangerous.  The answer is
that it was no earthly use, and that in that lay its supreme merit.
The war had called forth the finest qualities of human nature, and
with the advent of peace there seemed a risk of the world slipping
back into a dull materialism.  Men had begun to ask of everything its
cash value, and to cherish, as if it were a virtue, a narrow
utilitarian commonsense.  To embark upon something which had no
material value was a vindication of the essential idealism of the
human spirit.  In Sir Francis Younghusband's words, "The sight of
climbers struggling upwards to the supreme pinnacle would have taught
men to lift their eyes to the hills--to raise them off the ground and
divert them, if only for a moment, to something pure and lofty and
satisfying to that inner craving for the worthiest which all men have
hidden in their souls.  And when they see men thrown back at first,
but returning again and again to the assault, till, with faltering
footsteps and gasping breaths, they at last reach the summit, they
will thrill with pride.  They will no longer be obsessed with the
thought of what mites they are in comparison with the mountains--how
insignificant they are beside their material surroundings.  They will
have a proper pride in themselves, and a well-grounded faith in the
capacity of spirit to dominate material."

These are almost the words of Theophile Gautier's defence of
mountaineers: "Ils sont la volonté protestante contre l'obstacle
aveugle, et ils plantent sur l'inaccessible le drapeau de
l'intelligence humaine."  If the climber wants a further statement of
his creed let it be that of Mr. Belloc, when he first saw the Alps
from the ridge of the Jura.  "Up there, the sky above and below them,
the great peaks made communion between that homing, creeping part of
me which loves vineyards, and dances, and a slow movement among
pastures, and that other part which is only properly at home in
Heaven....  These, the great Alps, seen thus, link one in some way to
one's immortality.  Nor is it possible to convey, or even to suggest,
these few fifty miles and these few thousand feet; there is something
more.  Let me put it thus: that from the height of Weissenstein I
saw, as it were, my religion.  I mean humility, the fear of death,
the terror of height or of distance, the glory of God, the infinite
potentiality of reception, whence springs that divine thirst of the
soul; my aspiration also towards completion and my confidence in the
dual destiny.  For I know that we laughers have a gross cousinship
with the most high, and it is this constant and perpetual quarrel
which feeds the spring of merriment in the soul of a sane man.  Since
I could now see such a wonder, and it could work such things in my
mind, therefore some day I should be part of it.  That is what I
feel.  That it is also which leads some men to climb mountain-tops,
but not me, for I am afraid of slipping down."*


* _The Path to Rome._


And now for the great mountain itself.  First of all, it is a rock
peak.  All the upper part is a great pyramid of stone, with three
main _arêtes_--the West, the South-West, and the North-East.  It lies
exactly on the frontier between Tibet and Nepal, and from the
Nepalese side and the plains of India it is hard to get a good view
of it, for only a wedge of white is seen peeping between and over
other peaks.  On the Tibetan side, however, it stands clear, and its
pre-eminence over its neighbours is patent.  Now, in all attacks upon
a great peak the first question is how to get to it--a problem most
difficult in the case of other Himalayan summits like K2, and of
peaks like Mount McKinley in Alaska and Mount Robson in Canada.  It
is not only the question of the climbers getting there, but of
transporting the food and tents and accessories required by a
well-equipped expedition.  Had the only route to Everest lain through
the deep-cut gorges of Nepal, the transport problem might have been
insuperable.  But here came in the value of Tibet, which is a high
plateau, averaging twelve or thirteen thousand feet.  It was possible
to take a large party, with baggage animals, up through the passes of
Sikkim to the Kampa Dzong (Kampa Jong), and then westwards along the
north side of the range to a base camp at Tingri Dzong, due north of
the mountain.  Everest itself would be forty or fifty miles from such
a base camp, but there was a clear road to it by the upper glens and
glaciers of the Arun, which flows north and east before it turns
south and cuts its way through the Himalayan wall.

The problem of access to the base was, therefore, not a hard one.
The problem of the ascent was two-fold--part physiological, part
physical.  Could human beings survive at an altitude of 29,000
feet--human beings who were forced to carry loads and to move their
limbs?  Aviators, of course, had risen to greater heights, but they
had not been compelled to exert themselves.  Could a man in action
support life in that rarified air?  Above 20,000 feet a cubic foot of
air contains less than half the oxygen which it holds at sea-level.
As the working of the body depends upon the oxygen supplied through
the lungs, this fact was bound to lessen enormously man's physical
energy.  On the other hand, it had been found that the human frame
could adapt itself to great altitudes by increasing the number of red
blood corpuscles.  Dr. Kellas had been able to climb 600 feet an hour
above 21,000 feet, and Mr. Meade had camped in comparative comfort at
23,600 feet.  Still, the highest altitude yet reached had been only
24,600 feet, and no one could say what difference the extra 4,500
feet might make.  Clearly, before the final climbing began it would
be necessary to acclimatize the party.  In the last resort oxygen
might be artificially supplied to the climbers.  The physiological
problem was of the kind which could only be solved in practice.

The second was the physical.  A man might live and even move slowly
above, say, 26,000 feet, but it was quite certain that no human being
would be capable of the severe exertions required by difficult
climbing.  If the last stage of Everest proved to be like the last
stages of many Himalayan mountains, then the thing was strictly
impossible.  The hope was that on the Tibetan side the _arêtes_ might
be easy going.  It all depended upon finding an easy route, and being
able to make an ultimate camp at some point like 26,000 feet.  There
was good hope that the first might be possible, judging from
Rawling's survey at a distance of sixty miles and the known
geographical features of the Tibetan side of the range.  The other
physical difficulties would be the gigantic scale of Himalayan
obstacles, the hugeness of the ice-fields and glaciers, the immensity
of the rock-falls and avalanches.  Also at a great height there would
be the bitter cold to lower vitality, and the likelihood of violent
winds.  Much would depend on the weather, which was still an unknown
quantity.  Indeed, all the physical factors were in the region of
speculation; only a reconnaissance could determine them.  It might be
that the expedition would have to turn back at once, confessing its
task impossible.

General Bruce, who was the chief living authority on Himalayan
travelling, was unable to accompany the party, so Colonel Howard-Bury
was selected as leader.  An elaborate scientific equipment was
prepared, and steps were taken to get the full scientific value out
of the journey.  But the primary object was mountaineering: first a
reconnaissance, and then, if fortune favoured, an effort to reach the
summit.  The four climbers chosen were Mr. Harold Raeburn, who, in
1920, had done good work on the spurs of Kanchenjunga; Dr. Kellas,
who had reached 23,400 feet on Kamet; and two younger men, Mr. George
Leigh Mallory and Mr. Bullock, distinguished members of the Alpine
Club, who had been together at Winchester.  In India they were to be
joined by Major Morshead and Major Wheeler, of the Indian Survey.
Early in May 1921, the party assembled at Darjeeling.



II

The start from Darjeeling was on 18th May.  The first stage through
Sikkim, and by way of the Chumbi valley to the Tibetan plateau, was
over familiar ground, which need not be described.  There was a good
deal of trouble with the mules, which had been badly chosen, but no
incident of importance happened till Dochen was reached, the point
where their road left the main road to Lhasa.  At Kampa Dzong, Dr.
Kellas died suddenly from heart failure--an irreparable loss to the
expedition, for he had been one of the mountaineers from whom most
was looked for, and he was the only member of the party qualified by
his medical knowledge to carry out experiments in oxygen and blood
pressure.  There, too, Mr. Raeburn fell sick, and had to return to
Sikkim.

[Illustration: The Route of the Mount Everest Expedition.]

The expedition made its way almost due west behind the main chain of
the Himalaya, until one evening its members saw, almost due south of
them, a beautiful peak which was apparently very high.  The natives
called it Chomo-Uri, which means the "Goddess of the Turquoise Peak,"
and from observations next morning it was clear that it was Everest.
They passed some wonderful monasteries perching on the face of
perpendicular crags, and eventually, on 19th June, they reached
Tingri Dzong, after a month's travelling from Darjeeling.  This was
the spot they had decided upon for their base camp.

The obvious route to Everest seemed to be by way of the Rongbuk
valley, where the great Rongbuk Glacier flowed from its northern
face.  There, accordingly, the two climbers, Mr. Mallory and Mr.
Bullock, established themselves.  The preliminary reconnaissance,
however, proved to be a somewhat intricate matter.  It was soon plain
that there were no easy approaches from the west, so Colonel
Howard-Bury moved his headquarters to Kharta, on the east side, close
to the Arun.  That river, which there is about one hundred yards
wide, a little farther down enters great gorges, in which, within a
course of twenty miles, it drops from 12,000 feet to 7,500 feet, or
over 200 feet in a mile--a far more wonderful spectacle than anything
on the Brahmaputra.

On 2nd August, Mr. Mallory and Mr. Bullock started their exploration
of the eastern approaches to the mountain.  This was no easy
business, for the valleys were separated by ridges, the lowest point
of which was higher than any mountain in Europe, and every route had
to be explored personally, for no information could be had from the
natives.  The two main valleys running down on the east side of
Everest are the Kharta and, farther south, the Kama.  The latter
valley was first explored, and it was found that it ended under the
precipitous eastern face of the mountain, and that there was no way
from it of reaching the North-East ridge.  It was a marvellous valley
for scenery, but for mountaineering impracticable.

A move was accordingly made to the Kharta valley to the north.  Mr.
Mallory and Mr. Bullock proceeded up this till they reached the
glacier of the Kharta River, and at last found a valley which seemed
to lead them straight to the North-East ridge.  It was now, however,
early August, the monsoon was blowing, and everywhere there was deep,
soft, fresh snow.  They returned accordingly to the camp at Kharta to
wait till weather conditions became better.

What was called the Advance Base Camp was established in the Kharta
valley at a height of 17,350 feet, in a grassy hollow well sheltered
from the wind, and amid a glory of Alpine flowers.  Meantime Mr.
Mallory and Mr. Bullock spent their time in carrying wood and stores
to a camp higher up the valley.  This was finally established at a
height of some 20,000 feet, well up the Kharta Glacier.  At the
glacier head was a pass called the Lhakpa La, or "Windy Gap," and the
next step was to form a camp there at a height of 22,350 feet.  It
was in this neighbourhood that the tracks, probably of a wolf, were
found, which the coolies attributed to the "Wild Men of the Snows."

From the Lhakpa La the mountaineers were now looking straight at
Everest, and at last were able to unriddle its tangled topography.
The attention of the reader is called to the map.  It will be seen
that the great Rongbuk Glacier, which descends from the western side
of the northern face, receives as a feeder the East Rongbuk Glacier.
The entrance to the latter is so small that Mr. Mallory and Mr.
Bullock had failed to notice it in their exploration of the main
glacier.  This lesser Rongbuk Glacier ends on the eastern part of the
northern face of the mountain, and between its head and that of the
main glacier is the pass called the Chang La, or North Col.  From the
Lhakpa La one looks into the East Rongbuk Glacier with the North Col
straight in front.  If the North Col could be attained, it seemed to
the mountaineers to be possible, by working up the easy northern
face, to attain the North-East ridge at a point above the main
difficulties.

The camp on the Lhakpa La was not a comfortable place, with a howling
wind, 34 degrees of frost, and little stuffy tents which gave dubious
protection and inevitable headaches.  It was decided that the two
expert Alpine climbers, with a few picked coolies, should alone
attempt the North Col, and, if fortune favoured, prospect the farther
route, while the others returned to the 20,000-feet camp.

We are now concerned with the doings only of Mr. Mallory and Mr.
Bullock, who were to attempt the North Col.  In the weeks since their
arrival in the neighbourhood of Everest they had been studying its
contours with the eyes of trained mountaineers.  They saw that it was
a great rock mass, "coated often with a thin layer of white powder,
which is blown about its sides, and bearing perennial snow only on
the gentler ledges and on several wide faces less steep than the
rest."  They saw that from the point of the North-East shoulder a
more or less broad _arête_ fell northward to the snow col called the
Chang La.  If they could reach that snow col the road to the
North-East ridge looked reasonably simple.  They had seen that the
Chang La would be very difficult of attainment from the Rongbuk
Glacier, and that was why they had turned their minds to an eastern
approach.  Here is their conclusion, in Mr. Mallory's words, reached
about the third week in July: "If ever the mountain were to be
climbed, the way would not lie along the whole length of any one of
its colossal ridges.  Progress could only be made along comparatively
easy ground, and anything like a prolonged sharp crest or a series of
towers would inevitably bar the way, simply by the time it would
require to overcome such obstacles.  But the North _arête_, coming
down to the gap between Everest and the North Peak, Changtse, is not
of this character.  From the horizontal structure of the mountain
there is no excrescence of rock pinnacles in this part, and the steep
walls of rock which run across the north face are merged with it
before they reach this part, which is comparatively smooth and
continuous, a bluntly rounded edge....  The great question before us
now was to be one of access.  Could the North Col be reached from the
east, and how could we attain this point?"

We have seen the two climbers as far on their journey as the Lhakpa
La, looking over the East Rongbuk Glacier to the North Col.  The
chief difficulty, it was soon evident, would be the wall under the
col, which must be over 500 feet high, and appeared to be very steep.

On the morning of 23rd September, Mr. Mallory, Mr. Bullock, and Mr.
Wheeler started from the camp on the Lhakpa La with ten coolies, some
of whom were mountain-sick, and all of whom were affected by the
height.  They started late, and resolved to make an easy day,
pitching their tents that night in the open snow under the North Col.
They had looked for a sheltered camp, but the place proved to be a
temple of the winds, and no one that night had much sleep.  Next
morning, the 24th, a few hours after sunrise, they began to climb the
slopes under the wall, and found them easier than they had feared.
By 11.30 the party was on the col.  Only three coolies had
accompanied them, two of whom were already very tired.  Of the three
sahibs, only Mr. Mallory was in anything like good condition.  The
place was scourged by icy blasts, and frequently in a whirl of
powdery snow, but there could be no doubt that the _arête_ in front
of them was accessible.  In that gale, however, they dare not attempt
it, so they struggled back to their camp below the wall.  Next
morning, the 25th, a council of war was held.  It was clear that they
must either go on or go back.  In their plan they had dreamed of
making a camp at 26,000 feet, but that was now out of the question.
It was too late in the season, the weather was too bad, and the party
was too weak.  There was nothing for it but to return, and
accordingly they struggled over the Lhakpa La, back to the Kharta
valley and the road to England.


The reconnaissance of 1921 had established certain facts of the first
importance.  The first was as to the proper season for the attempt.
The rainfall in the Himalaya that year was abnormal, and the monsoon
began and finished later than usual.  But it was clear that between
its end and the coming of winter there was not sufficient time to
give the climbers a chance of good weather.  The next attempt must
obviously be made before the coming of the monsoon--that is, in May
or June.  The second fact established was the best way of attempting
the summit.  The only feasible route lay from the Chang La up the
subsidiary ridge to the shoulder of the North-East _arête_.  The
distance from the Chang La to the top was not more than two miles,
and the rise not more than 6,000 feet.  So far as the climbers on the
pass could judge--and their conclusion was supported by numerous
photographs from other points--there seemed to be no very great
difficulties on this route in the shape of steep rocks.  It looked as
if it might be practicable to find a site for a camp at about 26,000
feet.  By this route the North-East _arête_ would be reached at about
28,000 feet.  The thousand feet from that point to the summit looked
slightly more difficult, and appeared to possess certain rook towers,
which, however, might be circumvented.  The actual top seemed to be a
cap of snow with a steep blunt edge on the side of the ridge.

[Illustration: The _massif_ of Mount Everest.]

The transport question must always be difficult.  The thousand feet
from the East Bongbuk Glacier to the Chang La, half of which was very
steep, might give trouble to laden coolies, especially earlier in the
season when the ice was uncovered by snow.  An advanced base camp on
the Chang La would, of course, be essential if a high camp were to be
made at 26,000 feet.  But the physical problem might be regarded as
solved--at any rate as far as the shoulder of the North-East _arête_.
On the physiological question little light had been thrown.  The
climbers in September 1921 were all more or less tired from spending
long periods in high camps, and could not be regarded as at the top
of their form.  Yet in the case of most members of the party the
process of acclimatization had been rapid, and Mr. Mallory on the
Chang La was remarkably fit.  What would happen, however, at the
higher altitudes?  The effect of these upon the human body had not
been decided.

The conclusion from the year's work was that while no insuperable
difficulty had been proved in the problem, yet for success there must
be a combination of happy chances in the shape of weather, the
condition of the snow, the endurance of the transport coolies, and
the bodily fitness of the climbers.  A second attempt would be
justified, but it could not be regarded with anything like
confidence.  The enterprise was seriously and responsibly envisaged,
and no better expression of the spirit of those who undertook it can
be found than in Mr. Mallory's own words: "It might be possible for
two men to struggle somehow to the summit, disregarding every other
consideration.  It is a different matter to climb the mountain as
mountaineers would have it climbed.  Principles, time-honoured in the
Alpine Club, must, of course, be respected in the ascent of Mount
Everest.  The party must keep a margin of safety.  It is not to be a
mad enterprise, rashly pushed on regardless of danger.  The
ill-considered acceptance of any and every risk has no part in the
essence of persevering courage.  A mountaineering enterprise may keep
sanity and sound judgment, and remain an adventure.  And of all
principles to which we hold, the first is that of mutual help.  What
is to be done for a man who is sick or abnormally exhausted at these
high altitudes?  His companions must see to it that he is taken down
at the first opportunity, and with an adequate escort; and the
obligation is the same whether he be sahib or coolie.  If we ask a
man to carry our loads up the mountain, we must care for his welfare
at need."



III

The 1922 party had as its leader Brigadier-General the Hon. C. G.
Bruce, the supreme authority upon the Himalaya, to the exploration of
which he had devoted much of his life.  He knew the hill people, too,
as no other man knew them, and his advice was invaluable in the
selection of porters.  The climbers were Mr. Mallory, Mr. Finch (who
had been selected for the expedition of the year before, but had been
unable to accompany it), Mr. Norton, and Mr. Somervell--all of whom
were trained mountaineers; and Captain Geoffrey Bruce, who had never
done any serious climbing before.  Major Morshead was also of the
party.  The 1921 expedition had discovered what seemed a possible
route to the summit by the North Col, and the new expedition proposed
to follow its tracks.  It was stronger in _personnel_ than its
predecessor, and much stronger in equipment, for it had learned many
lessons from the experiences of the year before.  Among other things,
it carried a supply of oxygen in bottles, and the necessary apparatus
to use it.

The party, being resolved to make the attempt before the monsoon
broke, made straight for the old advanced base camp in the Kharta
valley.  Thanks to General Bruce's consummate skill in the
organization of mountain travel, it reached that point on the date
fixed and with everybody in good health.  The next duty was to
establish an advanced camp one stage before the North Col, up to
which porters could be brought without undue fatigue.  The summit of
the Lhakpa La was abandoned, and an advanced base, known as Camp No.
3, was established under the west side of the pass, close to the East
Rongbuk Glacier.

The next step was to ascertain whether the road to the North Col was
practicable, for when Mr. Mallory's party had travelled it the year
before there had been fresh snow, and at this early season there was
a danger of bare ice.  Mr. Somervell and Mr. Mallory, on 13th May,
with one coolie, set forth from Camp No. 3 on a reconnaissance, and
found that the route they had followed the year before was one sheet
of glittering ice.  They saw, however, that they could cut their way
into a corridor filled with good snow, which would lead them up to
the foot of the final slope, and that final slope proved also to be
snow and not ice.  On the North Col they found a difficulty they had
not looked for.  Between the point at which they reached it and
Everest itself was an ice cliff, which the year before they had
circumvented.  Now they found their way barred by a hopeless
crevasse.  Ultimately they discovered a route at the far end of the
ice cliff, and reached the level snow from which the north ridge of
Everest springs.

The next few days were occupied in bringing up supplies to Camp 4 on
the North Col.  They had only nine porters available, and this
decided them that it would not be feasible to make two camps on the
face of the mountain.  They resolved to attempt to make one camp at
about 26,000 feet, and from that to make their final effort.

On the 19th the four climbers, Mr. Mallory, Mr. Norton, Major
Morshead, and Mr. Somervell, left Camp 3 at a quarter to nine in the
morning, and an hour after mid-day were busy putting up tents and
arranging stores at Camp 4 on the North Col.  The sun set at 4.30,
and they turned in for the night in the best of spirits.  On the
morrow they proposed to carry up two of the small tents, two double
sleeping-sacks, food for a day and a half, cooking-pots, and two
thermos flasks.  They would make four loads of the stuff, which would
give two porters to each load, with a man to spare.

On 20th May, Mr. Mallory got up at 5 a.m., and found that there was
no sign of life in the tents in which the nine porters were
quartered.  The coolies had shut themselves in so hermetically that
they were all unwell, and four of them were suffering badly from
mountain-sickness.  Only five were able to embark on the day's work.
Breakfast was a slow business, because everything was frozen hard,
and the dish of spaghetti which they had promised themselves could
only be prepared after an elaborate process of thawing.

A start was made at 7 a.m., and everything went smoothly at first,
for ropes had been fixed between their camp and the col itself, so as
to help them on their return.  From the col a broad snow ridge went
up at an easy angle, and all the climbers felt that bodily fitness
which is the assurance of success.

Then their troubles began.  The first was the cold.  The sun had no
more warmth in it than a candle, and a bitter wind began to blow from
the west.  They came to an end of the ridge of stones on which they
had been progressing easily, and realized that they must get some
shelter from the wind by moving to the east side of the shoulder.
Step-cutting was now necessary, and at that height the exertion
required was extraordinarily severe.  Moreover, the cold was telling
upon them, and the porters especially suffered badly.  After some 300
feet of steps they rested about noon under the shelter of some rocks
at 25,000 feet.

It seemed to them that they could not get their loads much higher,
and that they had better look out for a camp, for the porters had to
return to the North Col.  But a camping ground was not easy to find.
At last, on the east side of the ridge, they discovered a steep slab,
up to which they could level the ground.  It was a poor place, for
the incline was sharp, most of the floor was composed of broken
rocks, and men lying down would inevitably slip on top of each other.
There, however, they placed the little tents, each with its double
sleeping-bag, and melted snow for their makeshift supper.  The
porters started back for the North Col, and the climbers, two in each
bed, did their best to keep warm.  All four had suffered a good deal
from the cold.  Mr. Norton's ear was badly swollen, three of Mr.
Mallory's fingers were touched with the frost, and Major Morshead was
chilled to the bone and clearly unwell.

The wind dropped in the evening, and during the night fresh snow
fell.  At 6.50 on the morning of 21st May they crawled from their
sleeping-bags and made a laborious and exiguous breakfast, for only
one thermos flask had turned up.  At eight o'clock they started, none
of them feeling their best after the stuffy, headachy night.  Major
Morshead was unable to go with them, for his illness had increased,
and most regretfully the other three went on without him.

A good deal of fresh snow had fallen, but the first hours of climbing
were not very difficult.  The worst trouble was the perverse
stratification of the mountain, for all the ledges tilted the wrong
way.  Slowly they crawled up, first regaining the ridge by turning
west, and then following the ridge itself in the direction of the
point of the North-East _arête_.  They decided that they must turn
back at about two o'clock if they were to make the descent in
reasonable safety.  Besides, they had to consider Major Morshead left
alone in Camp 5.

[Illustration: The Chang La from the Lhakpa La, with Mount Everest on
the left.  (_By permission of the Mount Everest Committee._)]

At 2.15 they reached the head of the rocks, about 500 feet below the
point where the north shoulder joined the North-East _arête_.  Here
they had a clear view of the summit.  The aneroid gave the elevation
as 26,800 feet, but it is possible that it may have been nearly 200
feet more.  Their advance had for some time been reduced to a very
slow crawl, but none of the party were really exhausted.  It was
wise, however, to turn while they had sufficient strength to get back
to Camp 4.  They tried moving westward, where there seemed to be more
snow, but they found that the snow slopes were a series of slabs with
an ugly tilt under a thin covering of new snow; so they went back to
the ridge and followed their old tracks.  At four o'clock they
reached Camp 5, and picked up Major Morshead and their tents and
sleeping-bags.  After that the going became more difficult, as the
fresh-fallen snow had made even easy ground treacherous.  One slip
did occur, and the three men were held only by the rope secured round
Mr. Mallory's ice axe.

The descent now became a race with the fast-gathering darkness.  When
they got to the snow ridge they could find no trace of the steps they
had made the day before, and had to cut them over again.  At this
point they were in sight of the watchers far below at Camp 3 on the
glacier.  Major Morshead was suffering severely and could only move a
few steps at a time.  As the night drew in, lightning began to
flicker from the clouds in the west, but happily the wind did not
rise.  They were soon at the crevasses and the ice cliff, and, as the
air was calm, it was possible to light a lantern to guide them.  They
hunted desperately to find the fixed rope, which would take them down
to the terrace, where they could see their five tents awaiting them,
but the rope was covered with snow, and at that moment the lantern
gave out.  Happily somebody hooked up the buried rope, and after that
it was plain going to the tents.

They reached them at 11.30, and could find no fuel or cooking-pots.
Their mouths were parched with thirst, and the best beverage they
could concoct was a mixture of jam and snow with frozen condensed
milk.  Mr. Mallory ascribes to the influence of this stuff "the
uncontrollable shudderings, spasms of muscular contraction in belly
and back, which I suffered in my sleeping-bag, and which caused me to
sit up and inhale again great whiffs from the night air, as though
the habit of deep breathing had settled upon me indispensably."

The four men did not waste time next morning on the North Col, for
they were tormented by thirst and hunger.  It took them six hours to
reach Camp 3, for they had to make a staircase beneath the new snow
which the porters could use, in order to fetch down their baggage,
since they did not intend to spend the night at Camp 3 without their
sleeping-bags.  At midday they were back in comparative comfort, with
certain solid conclusions as the result of the venture.  One was as
to the difficulties of new snow and the precariousness of the
weather; another was as to the unexpected capacity of the porters.
But the most important was as to the need of oxygen.  They had
reached a point very little below 27,000 feet, and that left 2,000
feet to be surmounted before the summit was reached.  For success, a
higher camp was needed than Camp 5, and the men who started from it
must, if possible, have an extra stimulus to counteract the malign
effects of altitude.  If Everest chose to clothe itself with air
containing less oxygen than a man needed, the defect must be
supplied.  If a climber used extra clothes to counteract the cold, he
must use some extra device to supplement the atmosphere.



IV

We come now to the second attempt of 1922, in which oxygen was used.
Certain eminent scientists at home had held that Everest could never
be conquered without its aid, and the expedition had brought a very
full equipment--oxygen stored in light steel cylinders, and a
somewhat complex apparatus for its use.  There had been oxygen drill
parades among the party, and perhaps it might have been well had they
used it straight away for one main attempt, instead of making the
first effort without it.  Unfortunately the apparatus needed
overhauling, and it was not till 22nd May, when Mr. Mallory and his
party were coming down from the mountain, that four sets were ready
for use.  As to the legitimacy of such a device in mountaineering,
Mr. Finch's arguments are final.

"Few of us, I think, who stop to ponder for a brief second, will deny
that our very existence in this enlightened twentieth century, with
all its amenities of modern civilization is ... 'artificial.'  Most
of us have learned to respect progress, and to appreciate the meaning
and advantages of adaptability.  For instance, it is a fairly firmly
established fact that warmth is necessary to life.  The mountaineer,
acting on this knowledge, conserves, as far as possible, his animal
heat by wearing especially warm clothing.  No one demurs; it is the
commonsense thing to do.  He pours his hot tea from a thermos
bottle--and never blushes!  Nonchalantly, without fear of adverse
criticism, he doctors up his insides with special heat- and
energy-giving foods and stimulants!  From the sun's ultra-violet rays
and the wind's bitter cold he boldly dares to protect his eyes with
Crookes' anti-glare glasses.  Further, he wears boots that to the
average layman look ridiculous!  The use of caffeine, to supply just
a little more buck to an almost worn-out frame, is not cavilled at,
despite its being a synthetic drug, the manufacture of which involves
the employment of complicated plant and methods.  If science could
prepare oxygen in tabloid form, or supply it to us in thermos flasks
that we might imbibe it like our hot tea, the stigma of
'artificiality' would, perhaps, be effectually removed.  But when it
has to be carried in special containers, its whole essence is held to
be altered, and, by using it, the mountaineer is taking a sneaking,
unfair advantage of the mountain!  In answer to this grave charge, I
would remind the accuser that, by the inhalation of a little
life-giving gas, the climber does not smooth away the rough rocks of
the mountain, or still the storm; nor is he an Aladdin who, by a rub
on a magic ring, is wafted by invisible agents to his goal.  Oxygen
renders available more of his store of energy, and so hastens his
steps, but it does not, alas! fit the wings of Mercury to his feet.
The logic of the anti-oxygenist is surely faulty."

On 20th May, Mr. Finch and Captain Geoffrey Bruce arrived at Camp 3,
accompanied by Tejbir, one of the four Gurkha non-commissioned
officers lent to the expedition.  There they found the oxygen
apparatus in bad condition, and had to tinker at it for four days.
During this period they made a trial trip to Camp 4 on the North Col,
using oxygen.  A good deal of new step-cutting had to be done, for
fresh snow had fallen, but in spite of that, the oxygen enabled them
to get to the col in three hours and to return in fifty minutes, with
halts to take three dozen photographs.

On 24th May, Mr. Finch, Captain Bruce, Captain Noel, the official
photographer, and Tejbir, with twelve porters, went up to the North
Col and camped for the night.  Next morning, the 25th, brought a
clear, windy sky, and at eight o'clock the twelve porters, with the
camp outfit, provisions for one day, and the oxygen cylinders,
started up the North ridge, followed an hour and a half later by Mr.
Finch, Captain Bruce, and Tejbir, each carrying a load of over thirty
pounds.  All fifteen used oxygen.  It was their intention to make a
camp above 26,000 feet; but after one o'clock the wind freshened and
snow began, so it was deemed advisable, in order to ensure the safe
return of the porters to the North Col, to camp at 25,500 feet.  The
camping place was no better than that which Mr. Mallory had found;
the place was on the actual crest of the ridge, for the west side was
scourged by wind, and there was no good position on the east side.
The tent was pitched on a little platform on the edge of precipices
falling to the East Rongbuk Glacier, 4,000 feet below.  The tent was
secured as well as possible by guy-ropes; but when the climbers got
into their sleeping-bags it was both blowing and snowing hard, and
minute flakes filled the tent.  Snow was melted, and a tepid meal was
cooked--a really warm meal was out of the question, for at that
altitude water boils at so low a temperature that a man can hold his
hand in it without discomfort.

As the night closed in, the two climbers comforted themselves with
the assurance that next day they would get to the top.  But after
sunset the wind increased to a gale so furious that even the ground
sheet with the three men lying on it was lifted completely off the
earth.  They blocked up the small openings as well as they could, but
before midnight everything inside was covered with spindrift.  It was
impossible to sleep.  They had to be constantly on the watch to
prevent the flaps being torn open and to hold the tent down; for they
realized that if once the gale got hold of their shelter the whole
outfit would be blown on to the glacier below.

Few adventurers have ever spent a more awful night.  Tejbir had all
the placidity of his race, and Captain Bruce, who was making his
first serious mountaineering expedition on the highest of the world's
mountains, was as cheerful as if he had been sleeping in an ordinary
Alpine _cabane_.  Here is Mr. Finch's own description:--


"By one o'clock on the morning of the 26th the gale reached its
maximum.  The wild flapping of the canvas made a noise like that of
machine-gun fire.  So deafening was it that we could scarcely hear
each other speak.  Later there came interludes of comparative lull,
succeeded by bursts of storm more furious than ever.  During such
lulls we took it in turn to go outside to tighten up slackened
guy-ropes, and also succeeded in tying down the tent more firmly with
our Alpine rope.  It was impossible to work in the open for more than
three or four minutes at a stretch, so profound was the exhaustion
induced by this brief exposure to the fierce cold wind."


Morning broke with no lull in the violence of the elements.  They
prepared a make-shift meal, and spent the forenoon hours in desperate
anxiety.  At midday the storm seemed to reach the summit of its fury,
and matters were made more awkward by a stone cutting a great hole in
the tent.  Mercifully an hour later the wind suddenly dropped, and
the anxious occupants of the tent could prospect the weather.

The sensible thing would have been to make a retreat to the North
Col, but there was no thought of giving up.  The party were unanimous
in resolving to hang on and make the attempt the following day.  With
the last of their fuel they cooked supper--a frugal meal, for, since
they had only carried provisions for one day, they were now on very
short rations.  As they settled down for the night voices were heard
outside, and the porters from the North Col appeared, bringing
thermos flasks of hot beef-tea and tea, sent by Captain Noel.  In a
little more comfort they tried to sleep.  All three, however, were
strained and weak from their labours of the past twenty-four hours,
and they felt a numbing cold creeping up their limbs.  Mr. Finch had
the happy inspiration to use oxygen, and so arranged the apparatus
that each could breathe a small quantity throughout the night.  "The
result was marvellous.  We slept well and warmly.  Whenever the tube
delivering the gas fell out of Bruce's mouth as he slept, I could see
him stir uneasily in the eerie greenish light of the moon as it
filtered through the canvas.  Then, half unconsciously replacing the
tube, he would fall once more into a peaceful slumber."

Next morning, the 27th, they woke well and hungry, and after a
struggle with their boots, which were frozen stiff, started off at
6.30, Captain Bruce and Mr. Finch carrying each over forty pounds,
and Tejbir some fifty pounds.  Their plan was to take Tejbir as far
as the North-East shoulder, and there to relieve him of his load and
send him back.  It was cold clear weather, and the wind was not too
strong.  Presently, however, it began to freshen, and after they had
gained a few hundred feet it was Tejbir who showed the first signs of
weakness.  He collapsed entirely, and had to be relieved of his
cylinders and sent back.  The height was about 26,000 feet, the
highest point which any native had yet reached.

In order to move more quickly, Mr. Finch and Captain Bruce dispensed
with the rope.  The rocks were quite easy, and at 26,500 feet they
had passed two admirable sites for a camp.  But the wind was steadily
increasing in force, and they were compelled to leave the ridge and
traverse out across the great north face.  This was bad luck, for the
ridge was easy climbing and the face was not.  The stratification of
the rocks was most awkward, and it was hard to find any good
footholds.  The climbers were unroped, and it was a severe test of
Captain Bruce, who had had no mountaineering experience to give him
confidence.  Sometimes they were on treacherous slopes, sometimes on
more treacherous snow, and they often had to cross heaps of scree
that moved with every step.  They stopped occasionally to replace an
empty cylinder of oxygen with a new one, each of which meant five
pounds off their load.  Presently the aneroid gave their height as
27,000 feet.  They now ceased traversing, and began to climb straight
upward to a point on the North-East ridge, half way between the
shoulder and the summit.  Soon they were at 27,300 feet, and the top
of Everest was the only mountain they could see without looking down.
The peaks which had seemed so formidable from the glacier had now
sunk into insignificant humps.  They were 1,700 feet below the
summit, well within half a mile of it, and they could distinguish
stones and a patch of scree just under its highest point.

But it was very clear that they could go no farther.  Weak with
hunger and the anxiety and labours of the past forty-eight hours, it
was plain to Mr. Finch that if they went on even for another 500 feet
they would not both get back alive.  Like wise and brave men they
decided to retreat.  It was now about midday, and for greater safety
they roped together.  At first they followed their old tracks, and
then moved towards the North ridge at a point higher than where they
had left it.  They reached the ridge at two o'clock, and there
reduced their burden by dumping four oxygen cylinders at a place to
which future climbers could be directed.

The weather was getting worse.  A violent wind from the west was
bringing up mist, but happily there was no snow.  Half an hour later
they reached their camp of the night before, where they found Tejbir
sound asleep, wrapped up in all the three sleeping-bags.  The porters
from the North Col were a mile below, and Tejbir was instructed to go
down with them.  The rest of the descent was a nightmare.  The knees
of the climbers knocked together, and their limbs did not seem to
respond to the direction of the brain.  Often they staggered and
slipped, and often they were forced to sit down.  But at four o'clock
in the afternoon they reached the North Col.  Happily they still felt
famished; they had not yet reached the limit of a man's strength when
hunger vanishes.  At the North Col they had hot tea and spaghetti,
and three-quarters of an hour later they started off for Camp 3 in
the company of Captain Noel.  The journey was made in record
time--forty minutes--and at 5.30 they had reached Camp 3, having
descended since midday 6,000 feet.

That evening made amends for the long hours of famine.  "Four whole
quails, truffled in _paté de foie gras_, followed by nine sausages,
left me asking for more.  The last I remember of that long day was
going to sleep, warm in the depths of our wonderful sleeping-bag,
with the remains of a tin of toffee tucked away in the crook of my
elbow."

Captain Brace's feet were badly frost-bitten, but Mr. Finch had come
off scot-free, which was neither more nor less than a physical
miracle.


As Captain Bruce, on the way down to the base camp, turned to take
his last close view of Everest, his farewell was: "Just you wait, old
thing.  You will be for it soon."  It was the logical conclusion.  He
and Mr. Finch had got to 27,300 feet after exertions and deprivations
which might well have unfitted a man for the ascent of the Rigi.
These misfortunes were accidental and not inevitable.  The value--the
superlative value--of oxygen had been abundantly proved.  It may be
fairly said that the 1922 expedition, though it had not set foot on
the summit, had solved the secret of Everest.  The mountain could
almost certainly be climbed, provided a little luck attended the
climbers.  Now that the quality of the native porters has been
proved, there seems no reason why, with the help of oxygen, a sixth
camp could not be arranged on one of the flat places under 27,000
feet which Mr. Finch noted.  A night in such a camp would be no more
trying than a night at 25,000 feet.  If the climbers, starting from
27,000 feet, and, after a good night, fell in with reasonable
weather, there seems little doubt that the remaining 2,000 feet could
be ascended and the peak conquered, with a good prospect of a safe
return on the same day to the North Col.  There remains, of course,
the possibility of physical breakdown, such as happened to Major
Morshead and Tejbir.  But against this may be set the fact that Mr.
Mallory, Mr. Somervell, Mr. Norton, Mr. Finch, and Captain Bruce, at
great altitudes and after severe physical labour, were not specially
distressed, and suffered no bad effects afterwards.

The conquest of Everest will always remain one of the most difficult
adventures which man can undertake.  But it is a reasonable
adventure, and not a piece of crazy foolhardiness, which could only
succeed by the help of the one chance in a million.  The two
reconnaissance expeditions have shown that for its achievement every
available human resource is necessary.  But granted the utilization
of these resources, and the possibility, which our familiarity with
the lower slopes may soon permit, of waiting upon a spell of kindly
weather, the ultimate conquest would seem to be assured.  The secret
of Everest has been solved.  We know now that there is a way to the
top, and we know what that way is.*


* The narratives on which the above account is based will be found in
_Mount Everest: The Reconnaissance_ (Edwin Arnold, 1921), and the
papers by Mr. Mallory and Mr. Finch in the _Alpine Journal_ of
November, 1922.




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