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T. Howard Somervell
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Somervell
by Graham Hoyland
I met my great-uncle T. Howard Somervell when I was twelve. At the time, he didn't
seem a particularly remarkable man. True, he had nearly climbed Mount Everest in
1924 and had been a close personal friend of the legendary George Mallory, but he
seemed quite normal. Not to mention alive. I was too taken up with the glamorous—and dead—Mallory to take enough notice of the man in front of me.
But age has its advantages, and one of them is the ability to see more
clearly. Now I can see that I was in the presence of an extraordinary man. He
was a true polymath, a Renaissance man. Not only was he an accomplished artist—his watercolors graced the 1924 expedition book, and hang on the walls of the
Alpine Club in London—but he was also a musician. He transposed the Tibetan folk-tunes
he heard on his way to Everest in 1922 and 1924 into Western notation, so that they
could be played against the silent films of the two expeditions. During the First
World War he experienced the appalling losses of that era as a surgeon. His descriptions
in After Everest of mile-long queues of dying young men will stay in my
mind forever. And it was as a surgeon that he gave his life's work to India.
After the 1922 trip to Everest, while racked with guilt about seven Sherpas dying
in an accident on the North Col, he was invited to a medical missionary hospital
in Travancore. What he saw made him decide to work there for the rest of his life
to alleviate the suffering of India's masses. This was at a time when he had just
been offered a more worldly man's choice—a prestigious position as consultant
surgeon in London: Obviously it was his Evangelical Christian faith that informed
this choice.
In the end, Howard Somervell remains the man I most admire from those
early Everest expeditions. One episode sticks out—a dramatic rescue of four
Sherpas from the North Col. This led to the frostbite of his larynx and
ultimately to abandoning his attempt on the summit just before
Mallory and Irvine's disappearance. But he would have considered the saving of
life more important that the attainment of a worldly summit. He came from another
era; from a culture of public service, of a gentleman-amateur approach to the
sport of mountaineering. He was, quite simply, a gentleman.
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Photo: Courtesy of the John Noel Photographic Collection.
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