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The expedition remained in the Antarctic throughout the next winter. When light returned William, Captain Scott and Seaman Evans, made a journey into the heart of the polar ice-cap. The story of how William saved the life of Captain Scott is presented below from the prologue of "William Lashly - a Tribute"
It was December 15th 1903. On the wild expanse of Antarctica’s Victoria Land a small party of explorers fought against the bitter cold and gale force winds. It was summer in Antarctica and the members of the British Antarctic Expedition, led by Commander Robert Falcon Scott, were struggling to complete their scientific goals in the long and relatively warm summer days before their intended return to Britain.
They had done reasonably well today and were now making their way back to the small depot at the aptly named Desolation Camp, where they would find shelter from the wind and food to warm and nourish them after their 70 days of manhauling their eleven-foot sledge.
It was Captain Scott himself who led this three-man team which included seaman Evans and Stoker William Lashly. Between them they hauled a 600lb load, the three men harnessed together to provide the pulling power needed. They had just survived one small mishap when the sledge had jolted to a halt on a particularly rugged stretch of ice, spilling valuable possessions and emergency rations into the snow. But such events were part of everyday work and they retrieved what they could and pressed on, Scott in front and his two harnessed colleagues on either side and a little further back.
It had been nearly two years since the Discovery had landed on the shores of Antarctica with its party of 50 men and many months of hard practice had taught them how to move about the frozen landscape relatively safely. But the death of Able Seaman George Vince during an early attempt at making progress across the unforgiving terrain in bad weather was never far from their minds. As they crossed the homeward stretch the sledge began to skid and William, responding quickly to Scott’s shout, pulled wide to steady it. Scott’s diary records what happened next:
“He had scarcely moved out in response to this order when Evans and I stepped on nothing and disappeared from his view; by a miracle he saved himself from following, and sprang back with his whole weight on the trace; the sledge flashed by him and jumped the crevasse down which we had gone, one side of its frame cracked through in the jerk which followed, but the other side mercifully held…I saw at once what a frail support remained, and shouted to Lashly to ask what he could do, and then I knew the value of such a level-headed companion; for whilst he held on grimly to the sledge and us with one hand, his other was busily employed in withdrawing our skis. At length he succeeded in sliding two of these beneath the broken sledge thereby making it more secure."
But this still left the two men hanging precariously and William could do little more because whenever he relaxed his grip on the sledge it began to slip. Scott and Evans had to try to climb out unaided and, after a word with Evans, Scott decided to try first; though he confessed afterwards that he never expected to reach the top. “'Then came a mighty effort, till I reached the stirrup formed by the rope span of the sledge, and then, mustering all the strength that remained, I reached the sledge itself and flung myself on to the snow beyond. Lashly said, ‘Thank God!’ and it was perhaps then that I realized that his position had been the worst of all.”
Scott and William then hauled up Evans and after resting a while continued their journey cautiously, eventually arriving at the supply depot at six o’clock. Here they found a small quantity of food which William cooked, “singing a merry stave”, says Scott, “as he stirred the pot”.
Three man sledge-hauling
Afterwards, it took more than a week for them to reach the ice-locked Discovery. By then it was Christmas Eve, 1903, and William’s 36th birthday. In the comfort of the Discovery, Scott calculated that the three men had hauled themselves and the sledge across nearly eleven hundred miles of ice and had climbed almost 20,000 feet. Later, William, in typical concise and modest fashion, described the final events of this memorable journey in his diary:
“All of a sudden the Captain and Evans disappeared down a crevasse and carried away one of the sledge runners, leaving me on top. It was now my duty to try to get them up again. After I saw they were safely dangling down there in space I at once secured the sledge with a pair of ski, and held on to the other end while the Captain climbed up out. Rather a difficult thing to do especially as his hands were getting frost-bitten all the time. But finally he succeeded. We then pulled Evans up and once more proceeded on our way down to the Nunotak where we camped in the calm and warmest corner we had found for the last five weeks and pretty well in safety.”
Scott allowed himself more passion in reflecting on his two companions and what, despite many setbacks, they had managed to accomplish: “With these two men behind me our sledge seemed to become a living thing, and the days of slow progress were numbered. We took the rough and the smooth alike, working patiently on through the long hours with scarce a word and never a halt between meal and meal.”
In his diary Scott also records how William’s spirits remained high as they proceeded down the valley to the moraine of mud below the glacier and how William, revealing his farming background, had observed, “What a splendid place for growing spuds!”. Almost 100 years later, Kristan Hutchison writing in the United States Antarctic Program Science Foundation journal The Antarctic Sun, recalls the story of how back in 1958 geologist and Antarctic explorer Collin Bull began studies in the very valley Scott, Evans and William had explored. They were the first to visit it since Scott’s expedition. Eventually they took some of the soil back to their main research station and sowed grass seed in it, and it grew perfectly well - “proving,” adds Hutchinson, “that Lashly was right about potatoes!”.
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