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The Quest For Frank Wild

Macklin, who was on anchor watch between 2 and 4 a.m., recounted: ‘A cold night but clear and beautiful, with every star showing. I was slowly walking up and down the deck, when I heard a whistle from the Boss’s cabin. I went in, and he said, “Hullo, Mack, boy, is that you? I thought it was. I can’t sleep to-night, can you get me a sleeping draught?” he explained that he was suffering from severe facial neuralgia, and had taken fifteen grains of aspirin with little effect.’ Macklin tucked a heavy Jaeger blanket around the Boss, encouraging him to take things more quietly in the future. ‘You are always wanting me to give up something. What do you want me to give up now?’ Those were Shackleton’s last words.