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274 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1953
“What is the problem of Everest? What were the weapons with which the mountain had so long succeeded in holding at bay so many resolute men?” –John Hunt
“Trouble begins above that height, which is one main reason why the really high peaks – those of 26,000 feet and over – are in a different category of difficulty from lesser ones. The policy of gradualness breaks down, for the muscle tissues begin to deteriorate fairly rapidly and the climber’s resistance to cold, his fortitude in the face of wind and weather, are weakened. He tends to lose the promptings of appetite and thirst and he is denied the relaxation of normal sleep. In fact, from about 21,000 feet onwards, he really needs greatly to speed up the rate of his progress and employ ‘rush’ tactics. But, this he cannot do. On the contrary, he is increasingly handicapped by the height as he climbs and his progress becomes painfully slow; the mental effort, like the physical, is infinitely greater.”
“Yet to solve a problem which has long resisted the skill and persistence of others is an irresistible magnet in every sphere of human activity.”
“…they comprise a team; they are linked by a rope which does more than provide mutual security – it symbolizes their unity of purpose.”
“These two factors, the altitude and the weather, tend separately and together to defeat the climber. The height weakens, slows him down; it forces him to spend days and nights in the course of his assault on the summit; the weather, besides adding to the demands on his energy and moral fortitude, conspires to deny him the time he needs to complete his mission.”
“We must either so fortify ourselves that we could continue, without detriment, to live and have our being above the limit of natural acclimatization, or, better still, we must solve the problem of speed.”
“…we had to pass beyond that enchanted barrier, dispersing beforehand any spell by which the mountain might hold the trespasser hostage for ever in its icy grip.”
“…I was looking for two qualities which do not easily coincide in any one mortal. There was the need to be sure that each one of the party really wanted to get to the top. This desire must be individual as well as collective, for such are the exigencies of Everest that any one of us might be called upon to make this attempt; I was looking for the ‘Excelsior’ spirit in every member of the team. In contrast with this, Everest also demands a quite unusual degree of selflessness and patience.”
“…the finalists have been defeated by attempting too long a climb on the last day… put your assault camp on, or very close under, the Southern Summit.”
“We were testing a variety of clothing, boots, tents, bedding, food, and cooking-stoves; some of those items in embarrassing quantities for the short time at our disposal. For instance we had no fewer than eight different designs of high-altitude boot. We had first to discard a few of these out of hand, and then to wear one type of boot on each foot during each day. As for clothing, while the models and materials were also varied, we had fewer suits available; we had, therefore, to exchange windproofs each day and compare notes at the end of the period. In the same way we changed from one tent and sleeping-bag into another.”
“The Sherpas are hill-men whose home is in the district of Sola Khumbu in Eastern Nepal. Originally of Tibetan stock, to whose language theirs is closely akin, they are small sturdy men with all the sterling qualities of born mountaineers. Many of them have migrated to Darjeeling in the Indian State of Bengal where, with the encouragement of the Himalayan Club, they have made porterage for foreign expeditions to the Himalaya a livelihood.”
“Finance loomed large among our preoccupations. With so vast a baggage train, and foreseeing numerous other expenses while away from civilization, I, as treasurer to the expedition, had to draw very considerable funds to take with us on our journey. We were given to understand that the local people decline to accept the flimsy local paper currency, except in the Valley of Nepal itself, so we had to take half our treasure in Nepali coin. We had considerable trouble in finding suitable boxes in which to pack so heavy and bulky a load, which needed no fewer than twelve coolies to carry it.”
“It was on this occasion that I had my first chance of climbing with Tenzing; it showed me not only what a capable mountaineer he is, but also that he was, even at that time, fitter than any of us.”
“Squeezed between the shoulders of Everest and Nuptse, the ice resembles a gigantic cascade, pouring in leaping waves and eddies over submerged boulders towards us. Almost, you might expect to hear the roar of that immense volume of foaming water which, after flowing peacefully to the brink of the cliff above, is now plunging down with terrifying power. But it has been gripped by the intense cold, frozen into immobility, a silent thing, its force restrained. But not quite. For this labyrinth of broken ice is moving, its surface changing, if not at the pace of water, at least at a speed which makes it a perilous problem to surmount.”
“Next morning Charles Wylie set out with a party of Sherpas carrying an awkward load of 12-foot poles, cut from the forests around Thyangboche. His task was to bridge all the big gaps as far as Camp II and release the ladder sections which had been laid temporarily over some of these, so that they should be available for the major crevasse above Camp III…”
“Leaving Base Camp that morning and using Open-Circuit sets at a flow rate of 4 litres a minute, Ed Hillary and Tenzing had climbed directly to Camp IV in exactly five hours, including a total period of forty-five minutes spent in rests at Camps II and III. The state of the track up the Cwm had not been good owing to the prevailing weather conditions the day before. This was a truly remarkable achievement, an indication both of the going powers of these two exceptional men and of the efficiency of the equipment they were using.”
“In contrast with this, there was virtually no hope of reaching the top on the Open-Circuit apparatus without interposing a further camp. Its endurance was appreciably less and, while still enjoying great advantage over a man without oxygen, the climber must expect to move progressively more slowly as he rose higher… - speed spells safety on any mountain, but most especially is this true of Everest. It was for this particular reason that I had encouraged Tom Bourdillon in pursuing the tests of his special equipment, despite its more obvious drawbacks; despite, too, the apparent unsoundness of employing two types of equipment…”
“My oxygen had finished before descending to the Col, and Charles Evans took off his set to leave him more free to work. We were pathetically feeble, far too weak to compete against the fiendish gale. For over an hour we fought and strove with it, playing a diabolical tug-of-war, trying to put up one single tent which can be put up in one or two minutes lower down. All the time the canvas was being snatched from our hands and we were being caught in a tangle of guy-ropes. We staggered about, getting in each other’s way, anoxic and hopelessly inadequate to cope with the conditions. Tom kept his oxygen set on for a short time and at first could not understand the antics of Charles and myself as we rolled around like drunkards. Once I tripped over a boulder and lay on my face for five minutes or so, before I could summon the strength to get up. But, soon Tom’s canister gave out, and then his oxygen supply. He too fell down and also lay, more or less unconscious, on the ground.”
“We sorted out the muddle as best we could and crawled into our bags, clothed in everything, including windproofs. Between 5.30 and 9pm we brewed and drank no less than four mugfuls of liquid each; there was lemonade, soup, tea and cocoa. It was most satisfying. While Charles and I were occupied in this way, Tom was fitting up oxygen equipment for sleeping purposes. We eventually settled down for the night, always conscious of that great wind as it tore at the tent walls as though bent on removing us from this desert where it ruled supreme.”
“I also placed a small packet upon a rock. This contained photographic plates intended to record cosmic rays… these had already been exposed for nearly a fortnight at Camp VII.”
“As I approached the tents, I was astonished to see a bird, a chough, strutting about on the stones near me. At every camp we had been visited by choughs; even at Camp VII there were two or three and I had wondered then whether we should find them on the Col. But, here the bird was, behaving in the same way at 26,000 feet as his cousins had at Base Camp. During this day, too, Charles Evans saw what must have been a migration of small grey birds across the Col. Neither of us had thought to find any signs of life as high as this.”