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Updated: April 30, 2025
We had emerged so suddenly from the pack into the open sea that we had not had time to take aboard ice for melting in the cookers, and without ice we could not have hot food. The 'Dudley Docker' had one lump of ice weighing about ten pounds, and this was shared out among all hands.
He says he's a Norwegian. His second point is that all bad feeling between nationalities ought to be stopped if the strike's to be won. He says he's seen fights already between Irish and Eyetalians." Up leaped an enormous negro docker who sounded as though he preached often on Sundays. "Yes, brothers," he boomed, "let us stop our fights. Let us desist let us refrain.
I will quote Worsley's own account of what happened to the 'Dudley Docker': "About midnight we lost sight of the 'James Caird' with the 'Stancomb Wills' in tow, but not long after saw the light of the 'James Caird's' compass-lamp, which Sir Ernest was flashing on their sail as a guide to us. We answered by lighting our candle under the tent and letting the light shine through.
And these messages to the outside world that I wrote to the slow and labored dictation of some burly docker comrade, or again by myself at dawn to express the will of a meeting that had lasted half the night slowly became for me my own. Almost unawares I had taken the habit of asking: "How much can we do?
For faintly from somewhere deep down under the flower beds I had heard a baby crying! What was this baby, a Junk or a Docker? And who were these people who lived under flowers? To me they sounded suspiciously like the goblins in my goblin book. Once when I was sick in bed, Sue came shrieking into the house and said that a giant had heaved up that great lid from below.
The boats were bumping so heavily that I had to slack away the painter of the 'Stancomb Wills' and put her astern. Much ice was coming round the floe and had to be poled off. Then the 'Dudley Docker', being the heavier boat, began to damage the 'James Caird', and I slacked the 'Dudley Docker' away.
As noon approached I saw Worsley, as navigating officer, balancing himself on the gunwale of the 'Dudley Docker' with his arm around the mast, ready to snap the sun. He got his observation and we waited eagerly while he worked out the sight. Then the 'Dudley Docker' ranged up alongside the 'James Caird' and I jumped into Worsley's boat in order to see the result. It was a grievous disappointment.
"Or p'r'aps you could borrer some," ses his pal, in a soft, kind voice. "I'd lend it to you with pleasure, on'y I haven't got it with me." Sam shook his 'ead, and at last, arter the docker 'ad said he wouldn't let it go for less than twenty, even to save 'is life, he let it go for the nine pounds odd, a silver watch-chain, two cigars wot Sam 'ad been sitting on by mistake, and a sheath-knife.
The man looked up and down the street, and then he put his 'ead near them and whispered. "Eh?" ses Sam's pal. "Something I picked up," ses the man, still a-whispering. Sam got a pinch on the arm from 'is pal that nearly made him scream, then they both stood still, staring at the docker. "Wot is it?" ses Sam, at last.
He did not look like a docker. He was gaily dressed in a neat blue suit with a bright red tie: "Fellow workers I am Italian man! You call me Guinney, Dago, Wop you call another man Coon, Nigger you call another man a Sheeny! Stop calling names call men fellow workers! We are on strike let us not fight each other let us have peace let us have a good time!
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