ROBERT SCOTTS DIARYTheTerra Nova ship left from New Zealand in 1910and planned to last until 1913. Robert Falcon Scottwrote in his diary the hardships they underwent ontheir journey to the Antarctica. He stopped writing onMarch 29,1912 when he and three more men of histeam met their ends in a hard blizzard. His diary wasfound on November 12, 1912 in the tent along withthe frozen bodies of Robert Scott, Henry Bowers andEdward Wilson.He intended to be the first man to set foot on theSouth Pole although it also had a scientific purpose,that is, to study the meteorology, the biology andgeology of the place.
ROBERT SCOTTS DIARYOn hearing that Norwegian explorer Roald Admundsen was camped in the Bayof Whales with his expedition partyOne thing only fixes itself in my mind.The proper,as well as thewiser,course is for us to proceedexactly as though this had nothappened. To go forward and do ourbest for the honor of our countrywithout fear or panic
ROBERT SCOTTS DIARYOn reaching the South Pole, to discover he had been beaten byAmundsen Wednesday, January 17 “The Pole. Yes, but under very different circumstances from those expected... Great God! This is an awful place and terrible enough for us to have laboured to it without the reward of priority. Well, it is something to have got here, and the wind may be our friend tomorrow. We have had a fat Polar hoosh in spite of our chagrin, and feel comfortable inside—added a small stick of chocolate and the queer taste of a cigarette brought by Wilson. Now for the run home and a desperate struggle. I wonder if we can do it”
ROBERT SCOTTS DIARY The Death of Edgard EvansSaturday, February 17.A very terrible day. Evans looked a little better after a good sleep, anddeclared, as he always did, that he was quite well. He started in his placeon the traces, but half an hour later worked his ski shoes adrift, and had toleave the sledge.... Abreast the Monument Rock we stopped, and seeingEvans a long way astern, I camped for lunch.... After lunch, we looked out,to see him still afar off. By this time we were alarmed, and all four startedback on ski. I was first to reach the poor man and shocked at hisappearance; he was on his knees with clothing disarranged, handsuncovered and frostbitten, and a wild look in his eyes. Asked what was thematter, he replied with a slow speech that he didnt know, but thought hemust have fainted. We got him on his feet, but after two or three steps hesank down again. Wilson, Bowers, and I went back for the sledge, whilstOates remained with him. When we returned he was practicallyunconscious, and when we got him into the tent quite comatose. He diedquietly at 12:30 am.... It is a terrible thing to lose a companion in this way..
ROBERT SCOTTS DIARYThursday,March8“Lunch. Worse and worse in morning; poor Oatesleft foot can never last out, and time over footgearsomething awful. Have to wait in night footgear fornearly an hour before I start changing, and then amgenerally first to be ready. Wilsons feet givingtrouble now, but this mainly because he gives somuch help to others. We did four miles this morningand are now eight miles from the depot—aridiculously small distance to feel in difficulties, yeton this surface we know we cannot equal half ourold marches, and that for that effort we expendnearly double the energy.”
ROBERT SCOTTS DIARYFriday, March 16 or Saturday 17.At night Oates was worse and we knew theend had come.... He slept through the nightbefore last, hoping not to wake; but he wokein the morning—yesterday. It was blowing ablizzard. He said, "I am just going outside andmay be some time." He went out into theblizzard and we have not seen him since....We knew that poor Oates was walking to hisdeath, but though we tried to dissuade him,we knew it was the act of a brave man and anEnglish gentleman. We all hope to meet theend with a similar spirit, and assuredly theend is not far.... We are cold on the marchnow, and at all times except meals.... We areat No. 14 pony camp, only two pony marchesfrom One Ton Depot. We leave here ourtheodolite, a camera, and Oates sleepingbags. Diaries, etc., and geological specimenscarried at Wilsons special request, will befound with us or on our sledge.
ROBERT SCOTTS DIARYSunday, March 18.Today, lunch, we are twenty-one miles from thedepot. Ill fortune presses, but better maycome.... My right foot has gone, nearly all thetoes—two days ago I was proud possessor ofbest feet.... Bowers takes first place incondition, but there is not much to choose afterall. The others are still confident of gettingthrough—or pretend to be—I dont know!.... Themileage would have seemed ridiculously smallon our outward journey.
His message to the Public ROBERT SCOTTS DIARY“We took risks, we knew we tookthem; things have come outagainst us an therefore we haveno cause for complaint, but bowto the will of Providence,determined still to do our best tothe last......... Had we lived, Ishould have had tale to tell ofthe hardihood, endurance andcourage of my companionswhich would have stirred theheart of every Englishman.These rough notes and our deadbodies must tell the tale, butsurely, a great rich country likeours will see that those who aredependent on us are properlyprovided for”
ROBERT SCOTTS DIARYThe end of his final diary entry “ Every day we have been ready to start for our depot 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of coourse, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity but I do not think I can write more.R.Scott. For Gods sake look after our people”