NO PATHWAY HERE
by John H Marsh
|PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND leaped into world prominence
in tragic circumstances not long after Ross passed it
by. It was the innocent means thereby of retarding a
revolutionary experiment in globular navigation.|
Since it had been accepted that the globe was round, mathematicians had pointed out that the shortest distance along its surface, joining any two points thereon, was along a line shaped as an arc. Measuring with a length of cotton, for instance, from a spot on the lower half of an orange to a spot at the same height on the opposite side, more cotton would be required to follow a horizontal line round the side of the orange than one under the lower end of the orange.
Endeavouring to apply this principle practically to ocean navigation, a mathematically-minded gentleman named J. T. Towson, who made no profession of being a navigator, with the backing of the Admiralty, published in the late 1840s a set of tables for the guidance of seamen desiring to use the principle.
The "Great Circle Principle", as it had come to be called, established that, though Cape Town and Sydney, N.S.W., to take an instance, are on practically the same parallel of latitude, the shortest distance between them was not along that parallel, as suggested by the "flat world" maps on Mercator's projection that we are used to, but along a wide, regular arc that passes quite close to the South Pole. "Great Circle" courses between all points in the Southern Hemisphere would similarly have a southward curve of varying degree, according to their relative positions.
Towson recognised that the Great Circle course was impracticable for ships when it took them too near
|the polar regions. His tables were therefore designed
to guide mariners in laying down a modified Great
Circle course (in other words, taking out some of the
curve) where necessary.|
An intrepid English mariner, Captain Godfrey by name, was the first to make full use of Towson's tables on a passage from England to Australia with his emigrant ship, the Constance. He caused a sensation by making a quicker passage than any other ship had done before. It was mainly due, he said, to his having followed a modified Great Circle course or, as some mariners termed it, "composite sailing".
Another English shipmaster, Captain Samuel Potter, commander of the emigrant ship, Richard Dart, determined to try to emulate Godfrey's feat by making a non-stop "composite-sailing" passage from the Thames to New Zealand.
He sailed from Gravesend on April 5, 1849. The brig had a complement of 63, including 47 passengers, of whom 28 were sappers and miners in charge of a Lieut. Liddell of the Royal Engineers. The other passengers comprised three male civilians, five women and ten children.
Godfrey had curved right down south of the three big island groups between South Africa and Australia, travelling as far south as latitude 50 degrees. Potter, to get the greatest benefit from the longer run to New Zealand, should curve even further south, especially as his destination - Auckland - was further south than Australia.
The Richard Dart passed well clear of the Cape and headed south-east into the "Roaring Forties" and on towards the region of the "Westerlies". It was already winter, and as she pressed down toward the higher latitudes the weather steadily worsened. The sky became overcast and almost incessant rain reduced visibility. For six days Potter was unable to obtain a sight which would enable him to fix the ship's position. On the sixth day he was steering east-south-east, by
|dead reckoning supposing himself to be nearly level
with the Prince Edward Islands on a latitude 100
miles north of them. Suddenly, at 3.30 on the afternoon
of June 19, however, he ran right down on Prince
What followed cannot be better described than by one of the survivors, Sapper James Read, who in a letter written to his father from Cape Town after his rescue, said:
The Castle Barracks,
"We immediately tried to put the ship about, but she would not stay. We then tried to back her off; but all was of no avail. Slowly she drifted on. One sea struck her on the stern, when she touched the bottom. The cry then was 'Cut away the boats !' - but it was too late. Another sea struck her, when I was washed off the quarter-deck and picked myself up underneath the windlass. I thought I was gone. I looked up and saw the land towering high above my head - a regular high perpendicular cliff. I could see no one but the steward beside me, so I went out on the flying jib-boom, to be clear of the heavy breakers which were sweeping the decks. The lifeboat on the
|quarter was full of our men trying to cut her away, and
the quarter-deck crowded with women and children;
when another sea struck her in the stern, swept the
deck of all that was on it and carried the boat away.
Down it went with its living cargo and we never saw
more of any of them. Up to this time I was lying with
one leg thrown over the boom, the second mate,
carpenter, steward, and one of our men were underneath
on the back-ropes; when the jib-boom carried away
and we were all precipitated into the boiling surf.|
"When I regained my senses I found myself grasping some sea-weed attached to a rock, and the backwash of the sea drawing my body underneath; but I held on for about half-a-minute, when another tremendous sea struck me and rolled me up like a ball, in behind a large fallen rock. Well, I could see no means of getting out when the vessel turned broadside on to the rocks and the mainmast went; and I could see some men walking on the top (of the mainmast). They waved to me to come to them; so I watched the rollers coming in, and jammed myself in behind a rock and by that means I got along to where they were, when we all managed to get on the top. How we got up God alone knows, because next day, nor at any time afterwards, could any of us go down the same place.
"We mustered eleven souls only out of sixty-three, so that fifty-two met a watery grave. By the time we reached the top it was dark, so we laid down on the top of the rocks, all of a lump. It was bitter cold and came on to sleet. One man was naked; the mate had only on a shirt and one stocking, I had on drawers and two pairs of trousers and my jacket. I gave the mate one of my trousers. The names of those who were saved are the Captain of the brig, Samuel Potter; the mate, John Mills; Edward Pirnie, John Campbell, Richard Collins, and Thomas Jenkins, seamen; one apprentice, named William Jones; and four of us Sappers, Owen Deviney, William Goldsmith, Thomas Inglis, and James Read.
| "It was a bitter night however, it had an end.
In the morning eight were barefoot. Now commenced
our sufferings. The Captain told us that it was one of
Prince Edward's Islands. He was right. The island was
desolate; we looked around us and could see no signs
of vegetation - nothing but black rocks thrown up by
volcanic eruptions. Of course, the first we did was
look and see if others were cast up, but we could see
no vestige of the wreck, and only two dead bodies,
which we could not reach. We then proceeded to look
for fresh water and found a small green plat, with some
water near it. We fixed upon this place as a temporary
residence; and then went down to the beach, farther
to the southward where we went ashore and picked up
a few blankets and bits of wood of the wreck with
which and sods we built a small hut, which sheltered us
from the bitter cold wind.|
"We remained at this place for seven days to see what we could pick up on the beach; but all we got was a few sperm candles and some more blankets. No provisions of any kind could we get, but some young albatross birds which we killed. But we could not eat them till forced by hunger. On the third day, we eat some of them; the candles also we relished very much.
"We had no fire, nor means of procuring any. The seventh day we determined to go round the island, to see what could be seen. Two of our men were unable to walk with their feet which were frost-bitten and cut; so the other nine of us started, after laying in a stock of raw meat for the two sick; and after travelling all that day, over sometimes high hills covered with this burnt hard cinder stuff, sometimes on marshy ground where every step you would take, you would go up to the middle in bog, we stopped for the night by the side of a rock. It came on to rain, and poured the whole night, and we could find no shelter; but after lying down or sitting with a blanket over our heads and allowing the rain to run off, in the morning we travelled
|on, and came, about twelve o'clock, to a beach - the
only thing like a beach that we had seen since coming
ashore. There were four large monsters lying basking
in the sun. We were frightened to go near them;
however, we did have a try at them, and found they were
sea-elephants. We killed two of them, but made no
use of them. We resolved to wait at this place for a
few days, until we got round a bit; so we set about
trying to build.|
"We were on a place called 'Double Beach' now, but we could find no means of shelter from the night air, but simply rolling ourselves up in our blankets and going to sleep. There was plenty of these young albatrosses round about. So after stopping two or three days there the Captain, mate, two of the sailors and I started to go back to the wreck to see the other two. One of them, Goldsmith, was much worse; his toes were beginning to rot off; the other one, Deviney, was getting round, but not able to walk much. We remained with them three days and started on the first of July to our old place on 'Double Beach' after leaving them six birds - a good week's provisions.
"When we reached 'Double Beach' that night it came on a snow storm and lasted all that night and all day on the second, while we were so weak and benumbed by the exposure to the frost and snow that we were all but dead. The night of the second July was worse; it came on to rain, and rained all night, while we had just to lie and let it pour on us. The morning of the third was a beautiful morning, the sun shining splendid. Tom Inglis went to fetch in a bird for our breakfast; he had been gone about fifteen minutes when we saw him coming back without a bird, so he said he had discovered a cave that would hold us all. We went and looked and sure enough there was a nice large cave, close down on the shore fit to hold us all; so we resolved to go there and live for the present. The day being fine we got all our blankets dry, and killed about 18 birds and turned into the cave; and out
|of that we could not walk for about a week. Our feet
were dead, and our fingers had no feeling in them for
a long time.|
"We remained there until the 26th July, on which day Edward Pirnie and Thomas Inglis discovered a small hut, about three miles from this cave with a number of men's names cut out in wood, that had been there at different times; the latest was four names, and at the bottom was carved (on a journey round the island) '27th May'; they reported this news to us ; and so it was decided that the Captain, Pirnie, Inglis and I should travel right round the island until we came back to the same place, to see whether anyone was on the island.
"We started on the morning of the 27th July, and reached the hut early; we there decided, as it was blowing and snowing, that we would wait a day or two for it to moderate before starting, as there were some awful mountains to go over. In the meantime we had a good rest and consulted a bit, when we decided that one should stop at this place in case the men should come there while we were away. I volunteered to remain by myself till I got relieved some way or another. On the morning of the 30th, the Captain, Pirnie and Inglis started from the hut, full of hope. I remained alone; it was a beautiful sunshiny day, so I took out what blankets there were, aired them and had an excellent wash in a stream. I also found half a stick of tobacco when clearing the hut out; and in the evening committed myself to the care of that Gracious God who had preserved us all amidst so many dangers and trials, and slept comfortably, more so than I had done for many a long night. Next day, about midday the mate, John Mills, and Jones, the apprentice, came to where I was; so that at this time, on the 31st July, there were three on the search, three at the hut, two at the cave and two of the sailors along with Goldsmith at the wreck.
"On the morning of the first of August, just as Mills
|and I were going to jump up to have breakfast, a
knock comes to the door. 'Open the door!' says a
rough voice. Says I, 'Jump up, Mills, we are saved at
last!' He opened the door and there stood two
strangers with a small bag on their backs ; one a
Scotchman, the other an Englishman; they immediately
struck a light with a tinder box and made a
fire, gave us a pipe and tobacco, and commenced
cooking some farina. From them we learned that the
Captain and the other two had been seen the night
previous by them and taken to their cave; that there
were twelve men on the island belonging to Mr. John
Jearey of Cape Town, Cape of Good Hope, employed
by him in killing sea-elephants and frying oil out of
them; that they had been four months out of bread,
coffee, etc., had filled all their casks with oil and had
nothing to live on but some farina which has been on
the island for years. Of course they invited us, and told
us, as long as it lasted, we were all welcome.|
"I must hasten to a conclusion. Goldsmith died
on the 24th August; we buried him on the 25th.
On the 2nd September we embarked on board the
Courier, schooner, Captain Wingfield, bound to the
Cape of Good Hope, after being 72 days on the island.
We arrived here on the tenth of November, and were
kindly received by a party of Sappers, stationed here."
The Courier was a Cape Town schooner that was making her routine call at the islands for seal oil and furs when she found the brig's survivors. The news she brought of the disaster caused a profound sensation in the maritime world. Cape Town's "Shipping and Commercial Gazette" devoted columns to a description of the wreck, introducing its story with the comment "This lamentable event has excited such great and painful interest, that we have taken pains to procure as full and accurate an account as possible."
| The newspaper's account was certainly full, and
interpolated such details as a description of how the
first roller "swept into eternity 47 unfortunates, who,
a few minutes previously, had been in good health
and spirits, looking forward with hope, anticipating
no evil". After relating how Lieut. Liddell had been
swept away, along with the woman passenger whom
he was struggling to free from under some fallen spars,
the reporter felt it in order here to insert the opinion
that "in all probability, had he taken refuge in the
main rigging, he would have been saved to the service,
of which he promised to be an ornament ..."|
The account went on to state that the Richard Dart's commander supposed himself at the time of the accident to be in lat. 44 50 S., long. 36 40 E., but: "We believe Prince Edward's Island is not correctly laid down on the charts, for the masters of several vessels in the employment of Mr. Jearey make the north side of Prince Edward's Island to be in lat. 46 05 S. and long. 37 07 E. We cannot vouch for the correctness of this position, but we have no doubt that it is much safer and better to keep on the parallel recommended by Captain Erskine, R.N., say 38 degrees or 39 degrees, than further to the southward, and to avoid so high a latitude as 45 degrees or 46 degrees." The reporter "earnestly recommended to the attentive perusal of commanders of vessels" an article published in the paper's last number, "containing sound and judicious observations" as to the best parallel of latitude on which to run down the easting.
After the Richard Dart disaster it was a long time before shipmasters again allowed mathematicians to influence them to follow courses that were against their better judgment.
Though the Richard Dart was the first shipwreck recorded on the Prince Edward Islands, it was inevitable that as more ships ventured into those dangerous seas there would be further casualties. This was particularly so as so many of the ships were
|small and ill-found. It is even said that some intrepid
(or foolhardy) fishermen and sealers sailed all the way
from Mauritius and Reunion to the southern island
groups in open boats. Certainly men from the Indian
Ocean islands were frequent visitors to the three
groups down in the south.|
Even on her way back to Cape Town with the Richard Dart survivors, the Courier fell in on the night of September 12, some distance east of the Prince Edwards, with a vessel bottom up. The master of the American whaler United States reported to the Courier that on the same day he had passed two wrecks also a little to the east of the Prince Edwards, but that it had been blowing too strongly for him to examine them.
Mr. John Jearey, the Cape Town shipowner whose sealers had helped the survivors of the Richard Dart, lost one of his own ships on Prince Edward Island a few years later. She was the bark Maria, and she left Cape Town in May, 1857, under the command of a Captain Hamilton, to fetch sea-elephant oil and skins, and to transfer seven of Mr. Jearey's men who had been collecting these on Prince Edward for the previous two years to the Crozets.
Arriving at the island, after a good passage, she found all well, and as quickly as possible loaded up the oil, skins, and what was left of the island party's supplies. She still required to embark only the men themselves and their clothes, when a south-east gale sprang up and blew with increasing fury, accompanied by snow. Early on the morning of May 17 both anchors parted. It was still pitch dark. Within ten minutes the ship was on the rocks, and seas were sweeping clean over her. Hamilton ordered the boats away with 12 men, keeping only four aboard to help him save the ship's papers and anything else possible. The boats tried to pull seaward, but they were uncontrollable in that wind. One was soon thrown up on the rocks and the other capsized. The men had to swim for their lives, but all reached the shore with
|great difficulty. By now the Maria was breaking up
rapidly, and Captain Hamilton abandoned hope of
salving anything, diverting his energies to making
a way of escape for himself and the remainder of his
men. They eventually managed to get a line to their
companions on the shore, and making their end of it
fast to the mainmast they were dragged, one by one,
to the beach. By noon there was not a vestige left of
The 28 castaways were in a sorry plight, without food, exhausted, wet through and shivering from cold, and without shelter. To add to their misery it was snowing heavily and drizzling. During the day they found on the beach a little water-soaked biscuit, which they ate. Next day, from the wreckage of their vessel, some began to build a hut, while the rest sought sea-fowls for food. They brought back about six dozen "night-hawks." At first they found their flesh very nauseous, with a fishy and disagreeable flavour. In time, however, they got used to the taste and ate with relish.
During all the months they spent on the island the only food they had was the flesh of wild birds, shell-fish and, in fine weather, a little fish caught in pools among the rocks. Some got very ill through the food they ate.
One day a ship appeared. She was a schooner, and she came within 300 yards of the land, apparently examining it through glasses. The castaways signalled and shouted for all they were worth, but the schooner's crew took no notice. The men were positive that they were seen and heard, but if so the crew of the schooner probably took them to be one of the sealing gangs Mr. Jearey was known invariably to have worked down here, and assumed that they just wanted to be sociable. The schooner sailed on, leaving the castaways utterly in despair. On December 6, when the men had spent nearly seven months on the island, the Cape Town brig Flora, Captain Dodds, hove in sight. The marooned men, who recognised her at once, were overjoyed when she
|answered their signals. The surf was too heavy to
allow them to be taken off, but the Flora remained in
the vicinity till it qujetened sufficiently, two days later,
for her boats to go in. She brought them safely back
to Cape Town on January 12, 1858. The "Cape
Argus", reporting that they had lost everything that
they possessed, and asking its readers to assist them in
their plight, commented: "The Captain informs us
that this is the first time he ever went to sea without
insuring his effects."
Copyright John H Marsh (1948)