“The ship herself presented an appalling sight. Sixty-nine quarrelsome huskies were tied forward; several tons of coal were heaped on the deck midships; and up in the rigging hung a ton of whale meat for use as dog food. It dripped blood constantly, spattering the deck and keeping the dogs in a near frenzy of anticipation hoping a piece would fall.” (Lansing, 25)

“’It was more than tantalizing, it was maddening, ‘Shackleton at this time showed one of his sparks of real greatness. He did not rage at all, or show outwardly the slightest sign of disappointment; he told us simply and calmly that we must winter in the Pack, explained its dangers and possibilities; never lost his optimism, and prepared for Winter.’” (Alexander, 44)

“Danger is one thing, but danger plus extreme discomfort for long periods is quite another. Most people can put up with a big of danger – it adds something to the challenge – but no one likes discomfort.”

“’We all manage to live very happily here on board in spite of conflicting interests and the fact that most members are what one might term rather definite personalities and of somewhat different stations in life,’ wrote Orde-Lees, ever mindful of class distinctions. Yet, he continues,’ There is no real need to have quarrels of any kind with one’s comrades. Amongst gentlemen quarrels should be and can be avoided and there is no reason therefore why that should not be the case down here.’ This was a particularly generous statement, written as it was only a short time after Hussey and Hurley had emptied a handful of lentils into his open mouth while he slept, to stop his snoring.” (Alexander, 54)

“’On these fields we spent many a happy hour,’ Macklin said. ‘All hands used to turn out and showed the greatest keenness; we were all in the pink of condition; the keen air gave an additional fillip, and the amount of energy expended was prodigious.’”

(Morrell, 111)

“The Billabong [cabin] has an atmosphere poetic. Macklin in his bunk is writing poetical verses, and I am doing the same. McIlroy is arranging a décolleté dancing rig, whilst Uncle Hussey is being beset by applicants to rehearse accompaniments on his banjo.” Written by Frank Hurley, the photographer (Morrell, 5)

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Shackleton did not run his ship in the traditional “Navy” way. The men’s quarters were not segregated by class distinctions. And neither was the work. Everyone pitched in no matter what the chore. Thomas Orde-Lees was a career Marine, and this definitely put him out of his element. His diaries are very chatty – he gives us the whole scoop. His entries are peppered with comments on the things he has to do:

“So I find we have got to work! The crew of the ship is insufficient for her needs as a sailing ship & so whenever she is under sail & a sail requires altering in any way we – the scientists, six of us – have to pull on the ropes. Rope pulling makes the hands sore & the ropes are exceedingly dirty & tarry but it is good exercise.”  (Alexander, 16)

“I simply hate scrubbing. I am able to put aside pride of caste in most things but I must say that I think scrubbing floors is not fair work for people who have been brought up in refinement.” (Alexander, 17)

Regardless of how Orde-Lees felt, the democratic tone of the ship was palpable. Everyone noticed who was doing what work.

“When Shackleton took over control of the ship, the ship officers had to climb down a peg or two, and did not take kindly to the new scheme of things,” Dr. Macklin said.” (Morrell, 89)

“You’d see them on their hands and knees scrubbing,” Seaman Walter How explained. “Mr. Clark and Dr. Macklin, they’d all take their turn.” No one complained, he said, and “if they did it was no good. There was one man [who was] boss and what he said went.” (Morrell, 90)

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Shackleton ran an efficient ship. Things were done on a schedule. Men were cross-trained as we’d say now. Scientists did the work of sailors and vice versa. Shackleton referred to these groups as the Abs and the BAs – able-bodied seaman and bachelor of arts! Dr. Macklin even guided the boat into Buenos Aires:

“Dr. Macklin describes pulling into Buenos Aires where they were guided into port by a local tug: ‘I was at the wheel when we entered, and the pilot was intensely amused that a doctor should be doing such work, saying that the Argentine doctors all get seasick the moment they set foot aboard ship. When we finally reached our berth he showed me off to all the bystanders as a great curiosity.” (Morrell, 91)

The doctors also scrubbed floors, got food stores, and other tasks.The seamen for their part had to help with the scientific stuff as well, such as taking readings, helping set up experiments, etc. Shackleton rotated membership in groups to foster camaraderie. As the men mixed together more, bonds grew and the men helped each other without being told to do so.

And Shackleton was the role model of this himself.  He took turns along with everyone else doing mundane tasks.  No job was beneath him. This made every job important and worthy of respect. Orde- Lees said of his cleaning ability:

“He had cleaned up the wardroom far better than the majority of night watchmen.” (Morrell, 94)

“And Reginald James was signed on as physicist after Shackleton inquired about the state of his teeth, whether he suffered from varicose veins, if he was good-tempered – and if he could sing. At this last question, James looked puzzled. ‘Oh, I don’t mean any Caruso stuff,’ Shackleton reassured him, ‘but I suppose you can shout a bit with the boys?’”

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“From the sentimental point of view, it is the last great Polar journey that can be made.

It will be a greater journey than the journey to the Pole and back, and I feel it is up to

the British nation to accomplish this, for we have been beaten at the conquest of the

North Pole and beaten at the conquest of the South Pole. There now remains the largest

and most striking of all journeys – the crossing of the Continent.” (Alexander, p.9)

“In appearance, the Endurance was beautiful by any standard. She was a barkentine – three masts, of which the forward one was square-rigged, while the after two carried fore-and-aft sails, like a schooner. She was powered by coal-fired, 350-hp steam engine, capable of driving her at speeds of up to 10.2 knots. She measured 144 feet over-all, with a 25-foot beam, which was not overbig, but big enough. And though her sleek black hull looked from the outside like that of any other vessel of a comparable size, it was not.

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“Her keel members were four pieces of solid oak, one above the other, adding up to a total thickness of 7 feet, 1inch. Her sides were made from oak and Norwegian mountain fir, and they varied in thickness from about 18 inches to more than 2 ½ feet. Outside this planking, to keep her from being chafed by the ice, there was a sheathing from stem to stern of greenheart, a wood so heavy it weighs more than solid iron and so tough that it cannot be worked with ordinary tools. Her frames were not only doublethick, ranging from 9 ¼ to 11 inches, but they were double in number, compared with a conventional vessel.

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“Her bow, where she would meet the ice head on, had received special attention. Each of the timbers there had been fashioned from a single oak tree especially selected so that its natural growth followed the curve of her design. When assembled, these pieces had a total thickness of 4 feet, 4 inches.” (Lansing, 17-18)

During the march back from 88 degrees south, one of Shackleton’s three companions, Frank Wild, who had not begun the expedition as a great admirer of Shackleton, recorded in his diary an incident that changed his mind forever. Following an inadequate meal of pemmican and pony meat on the night of January 31, 1909, Shackleton had privately forced upon Wild one of his own biscuits from the four that he, like the others, was rationed daily. “I do not suppose that anyone else in the world can thoroughly realize how much generosity and sympathy was shown by this,” Wild wrote, underlining his words. “I DO and by GOD I shall never forget it. Thousands of pounds would not have bought that one biscuit.”

(Alexander, 13.)

Of Rogue Waves and Leadership – by Jodi Guerra

He was born in 1874 in Ireland the second of ten children. His family had a Quaker background and had immigrated to Ireland from Yorkshire.  There were ten children in Shackleton’s family. He had nine siblings-eight sisters and one brother. His father, Henry Shackleton, was a landowner and farmer, but with Ireland’s diastrous potato crops, he knew that supporting his large family by farming would not be possible. When Ernest was six years old, Henry Shackleton moved the family to Dublin, Ireland and began his medical studies at Trinity College. He was thirty-three years old at the time. After finishing his medical training, Henry Shackleton moved the family from Dublin to London, England where he began his career as a doctor. His mother was a happy, strong, somewhat non-traditional woman. Altogether, his upbringing was comfortable, upper-middle class, stable and rather spiritual in that the Bible was read aloud.  He was homeschooled until he was around 10 and the family moved to London.

“The long days of white silence, the unrelenting tedium and hardship, the unrelieved close quarters – all these factors must have shredded the men’s nerves. Wilson appears to have been forced to act as peacemaker on more than one occasion. Years later, Scott’s second-in-command told the story that after breakfast one day Scott had called to the other men, “Come here, you bloody fools.” Wilson asked if he was speaking to him, and Scott replied no. “Then it must have been me,” said Shackleton. “Right, you’re the worst bloody fool of the lot, and every time you dare to speak to me like that, you’ll get it back.” It is a surreal encounter, a piece of absurd theater – three men alone at the ends of the earth in a virtual whiteout, hissing at one another.” (Alexander, Caroline. The Endurance: Shackleton’s Legendary Antarctic Expedition. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1999.)

Inevitably, then, ships encounter waves that exceed their stress rating. In the dry

terminology of naval architecture, these are called “non-negotiable waves.” Mariners

call them “rogue waves” or “freak seas.” Typically they are very steep and have an

equally steep trough in front of them – a “hole in the ocean” as some witnesses have

described it. Ships cannot get their bows up fast enough, and the ensuing wave breaks

their back. Maritime history if full of encounters with such waves. When Sir Ernest

Shackleton was forced to cross the South Polar Sea in a 22-foot open life boat, he saw a

wave so big that he mistook its foaming crest for a moonlit-cloud. He only had time to

yell, “Hang on, boys, it’s got us!” before the wave broke over his boat. Miraculously,

they didn’t sink. In February 1883, the 320-foot steamship Glamorgan was swept bow to-stern by an enormous wave that ripped the wheelhouse right off the deck, taking all the ship’s officers with it. She later sank. …. In 1976, the oil tanker Cretan Star radioed, “vessel was struck by a huge wave that went over the deck…” and was never

heard from again. The only sign of her fate was a four-mile oil slick off Bombay…  (Junger, Sebastian. The Perfect Storm. New York: W. W. Norton, 1997.)

As a member of the Discovery team, Shackleton was among the first to attempt to reach

the South Pole, or even to venture inland from the Antarctic coast. He was the first to

discover vegetation on a remote Antarctic island. His Nimrod expedition located the

magnetic South Pole, invaluable for navigational charts. He was the first to find coal in

the Antarctic, altering how scientists saw the makeup and the origins of the continent.

He pioneered innovations in exploration packing, clothing, diet, transport, and equipment.

(Morrell, Margot and Stephanie Capparell. Shackleton’s Way: Leadership Lessons

from the Great Antarctic Explorer. New York: Viking, 2001).

“When disaster strikes and all hope is gone, get down on your knees and pray for Shackleton.”

“For a joint scientific and geographical piece of organization, give me Scott; for a winter journey, give me Wilson; for a dash to the Pole and nothing else, Amundsen; and if I am in the devil of a hole and want to get out of it, give me Shackleton every time.”

“I have served with Scott, Shackleton and Mawson, and have met Nansen, Amundsen, Peary, Cook, and other explorers, and in my considered opinion, for all the best points of leadership, coolness in the face of danger, resource under difficulties, quickness in decisions, never-failing optimism, and the faculty of instilling the same into others, remarkable genius for organization, consideration for those under him, and obliteration of self, the palm must be given to Shackleton, a hero and a gentleman in very truth.”

Alvin Toffler foretold the technological “third wave”, in 1980. We suggest that there is an organizational fourth wave, the spiritually-based firm. The movement toward spiritualizing the organization has apparently caught on and a number of highly diverse firms are attempting to instill a spiritual corporate culture. The intent of this paper is to explore basic attitudes and practices that appear to be essential for success in maintaining a spiritual corporate culture. Six key concepts have been selected based on our review of the literature, professional observations, and in-depth personal interviews with leaders of spiritually-based firms: honesty with self, articulation of the corporation’s spiritually-based philosophy, mutual trust and honesty with others, commitment to quality and service, commitment to employees, and selection of personnel to match the corporation’s spiritually-based philosophy. As these key concepts are discussed, specific examples of how these concepts are practiced within various firms are included.

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