"A remarkable piece of writing"

Fascinating Story of Survival - Margaret von Klemperer

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Tuesday the 18th of November

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He passed the village where the bullock had been slaughtered and went on and walked throughout the night.

Thursday the 14th of November

He could smell the smoky mushroom smell of the bowl and the sharp clean tang of the soured milk. 

Friday the 8th of November

His progress was slow because of the swelling of his legs. 

Thursday the 7th of November - Port Alfred

Cowie River Mouth

A little way upstream he found a place where pure water flowed. 

Wednesday the 6th of November

He ate the shellfish he had brought. They had no taste, no smell. 

Tuesday the 5th of November, 1782. Somewhere between Kleinemonde and Port Alfred.

The fire was dead.

Monday the 4th of November

There were the marks of a beast upon the sand.

Thursday 31st of October, 1782 - Fish River Mouth

Fish River Sun Country Club, 2013.

The men were painted with red clay and armed with lances and shields. They examined the castaways and talked and debated among themselves and then the stoning began. The castaways knelt and bled and begged for mercy and the men came in among them. They took Mr Williams and dragged him to the river and threw him into it. Mr Taylor and the boy escaped unnoticed to the edge of the dune forest. They watched as Mr Williams struggled to his feet chest deep in the stream. He tried to swim for the far side. The men stoned him as he swam and a rock struck him on the head and then another and he sank and the men shouted to see it.

The Walk

It started at Lambasi in northern Pondoland and it ended not far from what we now know as Port Elizabeth. It is a hike that every South African should have the privilege of taking. For the survivors of the Grosvenor, as they clambered onto the rocks in 1792, they might as well have crash landed on Mars. 

Walk takes the reader, step by step, day by day, on the castaway's horrific journey. While indisputably fiction, it steers a good deal closer to the historical truth than most nonfiction found on the shelves.

Walk is tale of suffering rivaling Aspley Cherry-Garrard's The Worst Journey in the World. It is the true story of a boy's survival in the face of impossible odds. It is a haunting parable on the meeting of Europe and Africa.

Saturday the 28th of September

Kobonqaba River

They saw a group of elephants, grey beasts which rolled and frolicked and pirouetted massively in the mud and dipped their trunks into the water and sucked it in and threw it out into the sky like blowing whales.

Tuesday the 17th of September

Already the sand was building up against his form and the boy, his apprentice these four years, carefully drank the water in the shells he had brought and then he went a little way apart from the company and sat on the sand and watched the big swells roll in and rise up steep and curve their clean lips forward and crash down upon themselves in great heaves of white water.


The castaways were somewhere between the Shixini and Qora rivers.

Sunday the 15th of September

At dawn they rose and built up the fire and prepared to walk but Mr Shaw was not able to stand. He lay on the sand and his skin was draped upon his bones like the rags that covered his nakedness. 

Thursday the 12th of September

The dawn came... 

The dawn came and with it a slanting rain and mist and they proceeded and they halted at low tide for shellfish. They stopped often to wait for Mr Shaw. 

Wednesday the 11th of September - Nqabara River Mouth

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Friday the 6th of September - Dwesa

Dwesa Wildlife Reserve

The castaways stood in awe and the monster stepped forward and flapped its grey ears and lifted up its head. It curled its trunk to the sky and emitted a shrieking blast of sound that sent them scuttling back along the beach like crabs before an advancing wave.

Monday the 2nd of September

...a strange procession in the roar of the surf, pilgrims, perhaps, who had journeyed to the land of the dead and returned much reduced, each man holding aloft his smoking standard.

Sunday the 1st of September

They awoke shivering in mist and drizzle and moved the fire to a more sheltered spot and built it up and chose their brands and then they proceeded down the coast.

Saturday the 31st of August

The Wild Coast.

They took up their brands and walked on... 

At half past twelve she parted into two halves...

George Carter, a jobbing writer and painter, met Irishman John Hynes on a passage to India and learnt the story of the wreck and the walk which followed it. He proceeded to disseminate it in print and oils. Samuel Johnson urged his friend Mrs Thrale to read Carter’s account. Charles Dickens wrote about the castaways in an essay, ‘The Long Voyage’, calling the tale, ‘the most beautiful I know associated with ship wreck’.

Tuesday the 27th of August - Umtata River

There were those among them who had begun to perceive that they were engaged in a race and that their competitor in that race was starvation. John Brown and Hynes and Fitzgerald and Fruil and Simpson and Warmington were among them and they made bundles of their clothes and possessions. They went a little upriver and entered the water and swam with one hand holding their essentials above their heads.

Thursday the 22nd of August

Captain Coxon and Mr Shaw differed as to the strategy to be followed and the group split. The boy and eighteen souls, all male, all strong, stayed with Mr Shaw and his flint. 

Wednesday the 21st of August

They halted on a little beach at sunset and as they came down onto it they saw in the sand the prints left by the paws of wild beasts.