Journals: Captain Scott's Last Expedition (Oxford World's Classics)

Journals: Captain Scott's Last Expedition (Oxford World's Classics)

Robert Falcon Scott, Max Jones

Language: English

Pages: 551

ISBN: B002A7ME3W

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Captain Scott's own account of his tragic race with Roald Amundsen for the South Pole thrilled the world in 1913. This new edition of his Journals publishes for the first time a complete list of the changes made to Scott's original text before publication. - ;'For God's sake look after our people'

Captain Scott's harrowing account of his expedition to the South Pole in 1910-12 was first published in 1913. In his journals Scott records his party's optimistic departure from New Zealand, the hazardous voyage of theTerra Nova to Antarctica, and the trek with ponies and dogs across the ice to the Pole. On the way the explorers conduct scientific experiments, collect specimens, and get to know each other's characters. Their discovery that Amundsen has beaten them to their goal, and the endurance with which they face an 850-mile march to safety, have become the stuff of legend.

This new edition publishes for the first time a complete list of the changes made to Scott's original text before publication. In his Introduction Max Jones illuminates the Journals' writing and publication, Scott's changing reputation, and the continued attraction of heroes in our cynical age. - ;definitive...Max Jones and the publishers are to be congratulated on this new version of a classic story, and for offering it at such a reasonable price. It should be the last word for a very long time. - Polar Record 42

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this Tongue. What an adventurous voyage the occupants would have had! The Tongue which was 5 miles south of C. Evans is now 40 miles W.N.W. of it. From the Glacier Tongue we still pushed north. We reached Dunlop Island on the 24th just before the fog descended on us, and got a view along the stretch of coast to the north which turns at this point. Dunlop Island has undoubtedly been under the sea. We found regular terrace beaches with rounded water-worn stones all over it; its height is 65 feet.

reorganise, and this morning told off Teddy Evans, Lashly, and Crean to return. They are disappointed, but take it well. Bowers is to come into our tent, and we proceed as a five-man unit to-morrow. We have 5½ units of food—practically over a month’s allowance for five people—it ought to see us through. We came along well on ski to-day, but the foot-haulers were slow, and so we only got a trifle over 12 miles (geo.). Very anxious to see how we shall manage to-morrow; if we can march well with the

reflect that during this winter period of ours there is no time honoured festival. Those who winter in the Arctic Regions have their Christmas Day and New Years Day and the opportunity of keeping both in a customary manner. I confess I know very little of the historical aspect of this subject or why all festivals of the Christian Calendar and as far as I know every other Calendar avoid what is in the Northern Hemisphere the hot part of the year Civilisation having developed in the Northern

of these is the Cape. The same grim unattainable icc-clad coast line extends continuously from the Cape Crozier Rookery to Cape Bird. West of C. Bird there is a very extensive expanse of land, and on it one larger and several small penguin rookeries. On the uniform dark reddish brown of the land can be seen numerous grey spots; these are erratic boulders of granite.* Through glasses one could be seen perched on a peak at least 1,300 feet above the sea. Another group of killer whales were idly

carpenter has been setting up standards and roof beams for the stables, which will be completed in a few days. Internal affairs have been straightening out as rapidly as before, and every hour seems to add some new touch for the better. This morning I overhauled all the fur sleeping-bags and found them in splendid order—on the whole the skins are excellent. Since that I have been trying to work out sledge details, but my head doesn’t seem half as clear on the subject as it ought to be. I have

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