Lawrence Oates – Sacrifice Or Suicide?

The Death of Captain Lawrence Oates.

Ross Ice Shelf, Antarctica, March 17th, 1912.

“Tragedy all along the line..”

“We knew that poor Oates was walking to his death, but though we tried to dissuade him, we knew it was the act of a brave man and an English gentleman. We all hope to meet the end with a similar spirit, and assuredly the end is not far.”
― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)”

Lawrence Oates

Lawrence Oates

Antarctica’s ferocious elements, enveloped the tiny camp – a solitary anomaly on the vast white landscape, of the once named Great Ice Barrier. Within the tent, huddled four men, in desperate condition and circumstance, but none more so than Lawrence Oates. None yet, as it would inevitably transpire. Tragedy was stalking all of them, and they sensed it tangibly.
Outside in the white scree noise, of the frigid weather that churned around them, it was -40º C, at midday, and they were cold to their very bones. On reaching the previous two depots the weary group had discovered that the cached oil had evaporated, and so too had dissipated their hopes of survival. Any notion that a dog team would meet the returning party, would never materialize. They were on their own.

March 17th, 1912, was Lawrence Oates’ 32nd birthday, and was the day he would walk from the tent of the doomed Polar Party, and into the annals of Antarctic heroes. “I am just going outside and may be some time”, his parting words, before disappearing into the raging blizzard. Gone. Lost forever in a desert of endless ice, that would never yield him back. His final thoughts were of his Mother, Scott had recorded. That curious maternal haunting that afflicts men, who have been afforded that moment in time, to realize that they are going to die. The mortally wounded soldiers of countless battlefields, have expelled their final breath, desperately calling for the comfort of their mothers cradling presence.
But Oates was calm and reflecting. His mother had always been the dominant character in his life, and she simply adored her Lawrie. Resigned to the fact that he was going to die, Oates would have wanted her to know, that he was thinking of her.

But what of the accuracy of Scott’s journal, and the sentiments therein? Scott certainly alluded to the notion that Oates had gallantly sacrificed himself in an effort to save his comrades. Deeming his afflicted presence a burden too grave, to saddle his companions with, he crawled from the tent, to embrace death, and preserve their chances of survival without him.
But the moment for Oates to relinquish his presence, to benefit the progression of Scott, Wilson and Bowers, had long since passed.
Scott’s recording of the act, as a gallant sacrifice, was eagerly seized upon by a nation that struggled to come to terms with the horrific circumstances in which the men died. Once the story had broke and the details duly divulged, the men were, each and every one, deemed national heroes. Correctly so. There is no doubt there. And Oates emerged from the heroic failure, as the quintessential British hero. A man who gave up his life, so that those of his comrades may be saved. Perhaps so. Ideally so.

At the South Pole

At the South Pole – From left, Wilson, Scott, Evans, Oates and Bowers.

However, Scott’s journal entry, on the matter, quite bluntly contradicts the notion, that Oates removal of himself from the equation, would somehow be of betterment to rest of the group. “We all hope to meet the end with a similar spirit, and assuredly the end is not far,” he had written, on the very day. Assuredly. Scott knew by March 17th, that they were all doomed. And indeed, the end was not far.
It was 20 miles away. It would take another 12 days. But the end came on March 29th, eleven miles from One Ton Depot. The three men were holed up in their tent for days, unable to move. The journal entries cited, massive blizzards and scenes of swirling drift outside, though in truth, they were, at this stage, simply too weak to continue. The sacrifice, if it had been so, was futile.

Prologue to the Death of Lawrence Oates.

On March 2nd, Scott had noted that Oates had revealed his frostbitten feet to the group. Prior to this he had been suffering privately. And of course intensely. It would have been a damning moment, for the party’s prospect of completing the journey. At least with Oates in tow.
Given the condition of his feet and the hundreds of miles still to traverse, it would have been obvious to all, that Oates’ situation was very grim.

March 2nd, 1912

“Titus Oates disclosed his feet, the toes showing very bad indeed, evidently bitten by the late temperatures.”
― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)”

As they struggled to progress, it seemed that everything conspired against their efforts. They felt the cold horribly, the bitter, biting wind changed direction and blew straight into their faces, while the surface grew more and more difficult, to haul their provisions upon. After covering a mere four and a half miles on March 3rd, the men were forced to set up camp, as they could no longer endure the conditions. “God help us, we can’t keep up this pulling, that is certain.” There was an air of defeat, and almost an acceptance of the inevitable, seeping into Scott’s transcriptions.

March 4th, 1912

“…a colder snap is bound to come again soon. I fear that Oates at least will weather such an event very poorly”
― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)”

Scott’s concern for Oates was growing daily, and he fully understood the implications for himself Wilson and Bowers. Although he had not intimated the fact, Scott must surely have realised, that the longer Oates remained alive, the more their chances of survival diminished accordingly.
Oates was fast becoming both a passenger and a hindrance, and Scott had noted, whilst ruing the unexpectedly low temperatures, that “We cannot help each other, each has enough to do to take care of himself.”
Seemingly simple tasks, such as putting on footwear in the morning, became an agonizing and enduring task. And for Oates it was prolonged even more so, sometimes taking in excess of an hour.

March 5th, 1912

“The result is telling on all, but mainly on Oates, whose feet are in a wretched condition. One swelled up tremendously last night and he is very lame this morning.”

March 6th, 1912

“Poor Oates is unable to pull, sits on the sledge when we are track-searching— he is wonderfully plucky , as his feet must be giving him great pain. He makes no complaint, but his spirits only come up in spurts now, and he grows more silent in the tent.”
― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)”

Prior to the southern journey, while the crew of the Terra Nova, wintered at the Cape Evans hut, and prepared for the task ahead, many discussions had taken place. Among the topics deliberated upon, was the question of becoming invalided, and detriment to the mission at hand. Oates was always adamant that should he find himself in such a quandary, he would, without hesitation, do what he considered the honourable thing, and end his life, so that the objective of his comrades could be attained.
Perhaps Oates never actually envisaged himself being faced with such a daunting decision, as he had not expected to make the final cut, and be selected as a member of the final group, which would reach the pole.

Wednesday, March 7.—A little worse I fear. One of Oates’ feet very bad this morning; he is wonderfully brave. We still talk of what we will do together at home.”
― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)”

His task on the outward journey was to get the ponies and the supplies they hauled, to the foot of the Beardmore Glacier. He worked tirelessly to task, missing many meals and many hours of sleep, tending to the beasts during the frequent bouts of severe weather. Taking these facts into account, coupled with the fact that Oates walked with a heavy limp ( the result of a war wound), should surely have ruled him out of contention for progression beyond the Beardmore. But it did not. And unbelievably Scott did not send him back with the last support team either.
Oates would stand with his four comrades at the South Pole, albeit dejectedly, as they discovered Amundsen had beaten them to the accolade of first.Personally he had long hoped to be among the number that constituted the polar party, but realistically he should never have been.

Lawrence Oates photo

Lawrence Oates tending horses during the Terra Nova Expedition, prior to the Southern Jouney

When in early March, 1912, he was confronted with the very scenario of self sacrifice that he had previously discussed, it seems Oates was desperately unable to come to terms, with the uncompromising solution he had previously professed.

Thursday, March 8.—Lunch. Worse and worse in morning; poor Oates’ left foot can never last out, and time over foot gear something awful.”

― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)”

By march 10th, Scott knew Oates had no chance of survival. It is safe to assume that Lawrence Oates also knew this. If there was a time for an act of gallant sacrifice, it was now. But Oates would struggle on for another week , before he finally embraced the inevitable conclusion. One can surmise that the burden of his presence during those final seven days, could at least equate to the 11 mile deficit between the bodies of Scott, Wilson and Bowers, and the potentially life saving One Ton Depot.

Saturday, March 10.–Things steadily downhill. Oates’ foot worse. He has rare pluck and must know that he can never get through. He asked Wilson if he had a chance this morning, and of course Bill had to say he didn’t know. In point of fact he has none.”

“Titus is the greatest handicap . He keeps us waiting in the morning until we have partly lost the warming effect of our good breakfast, when the only wise policy is to be up and away at once; again at lunch . Poor chap! it is too pathetic to watch him; one cannot but try to cheer him up.”

― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)”

There is such certainty in Scott’s entry for March 10th, of the fact that Oates had no chance of surviving the ordeal, that they all faced. One can also detect a sense of frustration, towards Oates, that almost borders upon impatience. It is almost as if Scott knew what Oates should do, but of course he didn’t dare suggest it. Not that Scott was cold heartedly longing for Oates to die, either naturally or by his own hand, as the entry is punctuated with pity for him.
Scott also noted that even without Oates, they had only slimmest of chances of pulling through themselves. The weather was ferociously cold, with temperatures plummeting far below anything they had expected or anticipated at that time of year.
The previous day they had reached the Mount Hooper Depot, and discovered shortages of both food and fuel – factors which seriously diminished their chances of reaching One Ton Depot.

Sunday, March 11.—Titus Oates is very near the end, one feels. What we or he will do, God only knows. We discussed the matter after breakfast; he is a brave fine fellow and understands the situation, but he practically asked for advice. Nothing could be said but to urge him to march as long as he could. One satisfactory result to the discussion; I practically ordered Wilson to hand over the means of ending our troubles to us, so that any one of us may know how to do so. Wilson had no choice between doing so and our ransacking the medicine case. We have 30 opium tabloids apiece and he is left with a tube of morphine. So far the tragical side of our story.”
― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)”

It seems that by March 11th, Oates was pondering his options. It appeared he had but two. To struggle on, hindering the men who struggled alongside him, and eventually succumb, or to end it all there and then, and afford his companions a slight chance, however unlikely it seemed. At this juncture One Ton Depot was an attainable target. Once there the three men would have found enough supplies to sustain, and perhaps even invigorate them. They may not have survived the Antarctic winter, but reaching the cache was the only hope they had.

To their eternal credit, it appears that they encouraged Oates to forge ahead, when privately they must have known what needed to happen. Scott seized the opportunity to order Wilson to dispense the opium tabloids, that the group had carried for just such a desperate measure. A morbid but crucial item of inventory, the opium tabloids were the foil to any instance of protracted, agonizing death, that their perilous mission was likely to present them with. This was one such instance.
Quite subtly Scott had given Oates the means to do the honourable thing. Yet Oates did not take the bait. He would endure for another six days, before he crawled from the tent, on March 17th, 1912.

March 12th, 1912

“Oates not pulling much, and now with hands as well as feet pretty well useless.”
― from “Journals: Captain Scott’s Last Expedition (Oxford World’s Classics)

On March 16th, Oates had requested that the men leave him behind in his sleeping bag, but they had refused, and urged him onwards. They covered a few miles before making camp for the night. Oates fully expected to die in his sleept, but he did not. Shortly after waking to that realization, and the sound of a raging blizzard outside, Oates left the tent, uttering the now famous words, “I am just going outside and may be some time.” With that impart, he disappeared into the vast whiteness of the Antarctic storm.

After the death of their comrade, scant progress was made by Scott, Wilson and Bowers. If Lawrence Oates had indeed sacrificed himself to unburden his colleagues, the gallant gesture came much too late for them to reap any dividend from the act. It is thought the last of the three died on March 29th 1912, a full 12 days later. In that time they had only advanced 20 miles, from where Oates had disappeared. According to Scott’s journal they had covered that distance by March 20th, and were only 11 miles from One Ton Depot. Sadly they would advance no further.
On March 21st, Scott recorded that they had camped to shelter from a severe blizzard. His right foot was now badly frostbitten, and he lamented that amputation was the least he could hope for. They had barely two days food and not enough fuel to prepare a hot meal. Wilson and Bowers were preparing to strike for the depot and return to Scott with food and fuel. Alas it never happened. Initially the horrid weather halted their efforts to start out, then time progressed, food ran out and the cold seeped ever further into their bones. The physical effort of the task was simply beyond them.

One can seldom consider the death of Captain Lawrence Oates, without pondering the role Captain Scott played in his parting. It is safe to assume that, aside from his mother, Scott would have probably dominated the terminal thinkings of the former cavalry soldier.

Many of Scott’s men had deep rooted misgivings about his decision to use ponies to haul supplies across the ice, and none more so than Oates who had signed up as the expedition’s chief pony handler. Nicknamed ‘The Soldier’ by his Terra Nova fellows, the popular Oates was an English cavalry officer, who had served with honour in the Boer War. He had applied to join the expedition, having become somewhat disillusioned with life in the army, and Scott had taken him on board, mainly because of his vast knowledge and experience with horses.

Yet Scott somehow chose not to consult Oates before the expedition’s departure, when the process of acquiring the animals was at hand. Scott seemed quite at ease, having his equine expert busy at work, helping to kit out and stock the ship, while he dispatched Meares, the dog handler, to Russia to purchase the ponies. Meares, who by his own admission, knew nothing about the creatures, returned with what Oates dismally described as “a wretched load of crocks.”
His diagnosis proved quite accurate when the ponies were put to task on the ice of Antarctica. During the previous seasons depot laying expedition, when supply caches were being laid for the southern journey, they had struggled and floundered in appalling conditions, and many of the animals died.
The situation came to a head when Scott decided to lay the main supply depot – One Ton Depot, thirty mile short of it’s intended destination, rather than put the ponies through any more suffering. Oates had argued that they should forge ahead and shoot the beasts as they weakened, and use their meat to sustain the men. It is speculated that Scott vetoed this idea, as he was simply too squeamish to consider the prospect.
They cache was duly dumped thirty miles shy of it’s predetermined point, a decision which would prove fatal for the returning Polar Party. Lawrence Oates walked to his death at the latitude where One Ton Depot should have stood.

Was this a coincidence? Had Oates’ dislike of Scott, festered to a point, where he simply would not sacrifice himself for him, despite the lives of Wilson and Bowers hanging in the balance too. Oates certainly did not lack the courage that self sacrifice demands. During the Second Boer War, Oates had refused to surrender to the enemy, despite having been shot in the leg, and completely surrounded and outnumbered. “We came to fight, not to surrender,” was his retort on being offered the opportunity.  That he would have struggled across Antarctica’s Barrier in desperate agony, for so long, and at the expense of his comrades progression, seems strange.

When it eventually came, was Oates’ death a gesture of defiance to Scott. A gesture that he had made it to the point where One Ton should have stood, and had it stood there, perhaps he would not have had to die. Had Scott listened to him and taken his advice to forge ahead, he might have made it. They all might have made it.

“No-one will truly know what thoughts crashed through the tormented mind of Lawrence Oates, as he sought out his death in the comforting arms of an Antarctic blizzard, other than the horrible realisation that he needed to die. Whether it was sacrifice or suicide, it was a deeply tragic end to the life of a brave soldier, a brave explorer and a man of immense courage and dignity.”

The James Caird Centenary.

The Voyage Of The James Caird.

April 24th – May 10th, 1916.

Tomorrow we celebrate the 100th anniversary of the James Caird reaching South Georgia, after a titanic 16 day, 800 mile journey, across the most volatile ocean on earth.
So slim were the chances of survival for the six man crew, as they left Elephant Island on April 24th 1916, that to all intents and purposes, it was their coffin that they dragged down the stony, perished beach, climbed aboard, and cast into the Weddell Sea.
The Weddell is a heaving, wind lashed, torturous monster, and the conditions the men endured, were simply horrific.
That they would emerge from a hurricane, 800 miles and 16 days later, and reach the rugged shores of South Georgia, is almost beyond comprehension.
But they did.
Ernest Shackleton, Tom Crean, Frank Worsley, Timothy McCarthy, Harry McNish and John Vincent – Remember them!

The voyage Of The James Caird

The voyage Of The James Caird – Centenary, 1916 – 2016

The Voyage Of The James Caird – Quotes

The Endurance Expedition.

The Voyage Of The James Caird.

Even 100 years on from the epic boat journey, that was the voyage of the James Caird, it remains difficult to fully comprehend or appreciate, the enormity of the achievement of the six man crew.
Ernest Shackleton, Frank Worsley, Tom Crean, Timothy McCarty, Harry McNish and John Vincent spent 17 gruelling days in the modified lifeboat, traversing one of the most violent stretches of ocean on the planet. That they would somehow conspire to complete the feat, is without doubt one of, if not the single most greatest feat of open boat navigation, ever undertaken, and it was an act of sheer fortitude, brilliance, courage, endurance and pure seamanship that seldom gets the recognition or acclaim that it surely merits.
Below we remember the men of the Caird, in their own words. Lest we forget.

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Lawrence Oates – A Brief Biography.

Captain Lawrence Oates.

A Brief Video Biography.

On March 17th 1912, the day of his 32nd birthday, Lawrence Oates walked to his death, from the tent of the returning Polar Party, and into the realm of Antarctic heroes. Oates was among a group of five men, who were on their return march from the South Pole, which they had reached on January 17th 1912. Led by Captain Scott, the group had discovered, to their dismay, that Roald Amundsen‘s Norwegian team, had been to the pole before them.
Defeated they turned for home, and their journey gradually descended into a desperate battle for survival. Edgar Evans died at the foot of the Beardmore Glacier on February 17th, and one month later, Lawrence Oates also met his untimely demise. Oates took matters into his own hands and gallantly walked to his death, deeming his afflicted presence a burden upon the survival chances of his comrades.  Continue Reading →

The Iconic Tom Crean Portrait

The Iconic Tom Crean Portrait

The Endurance Expedition 1914 – 1917

It is 101 years to the day, since Frank Hurley took this iconic photograph of the Irish explorer Tom Crean, during the Endurance Expedition. The setting for the powerful image was on the drifting ice floes of the Weddell Sea, where Crean, Hurley and the crew of Shackleton’s Endurance, had found themselves ensnared. It is, above all other photographs of Tom Crean, the one image that has become synonymous with his immense strength, unwavering courage and indomitable character.
Despite the unfavourable prospects of their situation, Crean fixes the camera with a stare of steely determination, yet somehow manages to exude the altruistic side of his aspect, that made him such a popular character with all who endeavoured with him.   Continue Reading →

Shackleton’s Stove

Shackleton’s stove at the Cape Royds “Nimrod” hut. From PopAntarctica.wordpress.com -A National Science Foundation Antarctic Artists & Writers Project by Shaun O’Boyle.

Source: Shackleton’s Stove

On This Day – February 4th In Antarctic History

February 4th 1902

Discovery Expedition

On 4 February 1902, Robert Falcon Scott’s Discovery Expedition, landed on the Barrier and unloaded an observation balloon which Scott had brought along for the purpose of achieving aerial surveys. Scott himself was first to climbed aboard the balloon and it rapidly ascended to a height of 180 m, but thankfully the balloon was firmly tethered. Ernest Shackleton piloted the second ascent, and as with Scott, the only thing observable, even at that height was the seemingly endless expanse of icy whiteness that constituted the Barrier. The expeditions junior doctor and zoologist, Edward Wilson privately thought the flights to be “perfect madness”.

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On This Day – February 3rd 1903

Scott, Shackleton and Wilson return to Discovery

Discovery Expedition 1901 – 1904

On February 3rd 1903, Scott, Shackleton and Wilson made it back to their ship Discovery, after their arduous Southern march, which had commenced on November 2nd 1902. The objective had been, according to Wilson’s Diary “to get as far south in a straight line on the Barrier ice as we can, reach the Pole if possible, or find some new land”,  but it is safe to suggest it was never really likely that the Pole would be attained on this particular excursion. The men lacked the skill and experience required with dogs, and indeed the ice, and from the offset progress was slow, and planning poor.

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On This Day – January 22nd 1913

Memorial Cross Raised On Observation Hill

Terra Nova Expedition

On January 22nd 1913 Tom Crean, and the rest of the expedition team raised a memorial cross in honour of the Polar Party, all of whom had died on their return march from the South Pole. The cross was placed on the summit of Observation Hill, which is 754 ft high and looks out across the Ross Ice Shelf where the men perished.

Prior to this Tom Crean was also part of the search party that had located the bodies of Scott, Wilson and Bowers in their tent on November 12, 1912. The team had no choice but to bury them where they lay, and they erected a cairn of snow over the tent, after the removal of journals, photographic film and other materials.

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On This Day – January 18th 1915

The Endurance Trapped

Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition

On the 5th of December 1914 the Endurance slipped from the rugged shores of South Georgia, its destination Antarctica, and the goal, a trans-continental march, via the South Pole, from the Weddell Sea to the Ross Sea.
Before departure Shackleton had been warned by the Norwegians that manned the whaling stations on the island, that the ice in the Weddell Sea was more abundant and further north than they had ever before seen.

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