James F. (Frank)
Leonard D. A.
Macklin, Dr. Alexander H.
Dr. James A.
Motor Expert and Storekeeper
Shackleton, Ernest H.
Second in Command
The Endurance Expedition
the most irrepressible optimist I've ever met," "When
I relieve him at the helm, boat iced and seas down
yr neck, he informs me with a happy grin, `It's
a grand day, sir`"
An Irishman who
had joined the expedition from the merchant service,
McCarthy is one of the six men who made the journey
from Elephant Island to South Georgia on boards the
James Caird, though he did not cross South Georgia,
instead staying with Vincent and McNish who were not
well enough to move.
He was one of
the youngest members of the expedition.
was born in the in Lower Cove district of Kinsale,
County Cork, Ireland in 1888, the son of John and
Mary McCarthy. He had a brother, Mortimer (Morty)
who was six years older and had also been on an
Antarctic expedition, with Scott on the "Terra Nova".
The district where they came from was well known
for producing skilled seamen and fishermen.
On returning to
England after the expedition, McCarthy joined the
Royal Navy Reserve as a Leading Seaman as his service
in the First World War. On Friday 16th March 1917,
only three weeks after returning from South Georgia,
and at the age of 28, he was killed in action at
his gun post on board the S.S. Narragansett, on
his first day under enemy fire. The ship had been
torpedoed between the South West of Ireland and
The Scilly Isles.
He went down with
his ship along with all other 45 hands, he was the
first of the Endurance expedition members to die.
In 2000, both the
McCarthy brothers, Timothy and Mortimer, were honoured
with commissioned busts by their hometown of Kinsale,
which stand in the town's park close to the
References to Timothy
McCarthy in Shackleton's book "South!"
The camp I wished
to find was one where the party could live for weeks
or even months in safety, without danger from sea
or wind in the heaviest winter gale. Wild was to
proceed westwards along the coast and was to take
with him four of the fittest men, Marston, Crean,
Vincent, and McCarthy.
If he did not return before dark we were to light
a flare, which would serve him as a guide to the
entrance of the channel.
I finally selected McNeish,
Vincent in addition to Worsley and Crean. The crew
seemed a strong one, and as I looked at the men
I felt confidence increasing.
said that he could contrive some sort of covering
for the James Caird if he might use the lids of
the cases and the four sledge-runners that we had
lashed inside the boat for use in the event of a
landing on Graham Land at Wilhelmina Bay. This bay,
at one time the goal of our desire, had been left
behind in the course of our drift, but we had retained
the runners. The carpenter proposed to complete
the covering with some of our canvas; and he set
about making his plans at once.
The weather was fine on April
23, and we hurried forward our preparations. It
was on this day I decided finally that the crew
for the James Caird should consist of Worsley, Crean,
Vincent, and myself.
These birds are as sure an indication of the proximity
of land as a lighthouse is, for they never venture
far to sea. We gazed ahead with increasing eagerness,
and at 12.30 p.m., through a rift in the clouds,
a glimpse of the black cliffs of South Georgia,
just fourteen days after our departure from Elephant
Island. It was a glad moment. Thirst-ridden, chilled,
and weak as we were, happiness irradiated us. The
job was nearly done.
Crean and McCarthy
had brought down six more of the young albatrosses
in the afternoon, so we were well supplied with
One side of the James Caird rested on stones so
as to afford a low entrance, and when we had finished
she looked as though she had grown there.
into this work with great spirit. A sea-elephant
provided us with fuel and meat, and that evening
found a well-fed and fairly contented party at rest
in Peggotty Camp.
The two men were not capable of managing for themselves
must stay to look after them. He might have a difficult
task if we failed to reach the whaling station.
The distance to Husvik, according to the chart,
was no more than seventeen geographical miles in
a direct line, but we had very scanty knowledge
of the conditions of the interior.
McCarthy, McNeish, and
Vincent had been landed on the Monday afternoon.
They were already showing some signs of increasing
strength under a regime of warm quarters and abundant
the best and most efficient of the sailors, always
cheerful under the most trying circumstances, and
who for these very reasons I chose to accompany
me on the boat journey to South Georgia, was killed
at his gun in the Channel.
Landmarks named after Timothy
Feature Type: island
Island, 1 mi long, lying in the entrance to
King Haakon Bay on the S side of South Georgia.
Surveyed by the SGS in the period 1951-57, and named
by the UK-APC.
Image of Timothy McCarthy
used permission of Peter McCarthy, Timothy's great