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CHAPTER ONE
The body - 1999
A group of five climbers move slowly across the north
face of Everest. Suddenly, one of them sees something strange
on the rocks below him. Something whiter than the snow.
Carefully, he climbs down towards it. Then he calls his friends
on his radio.
'Come down here,' he says. 'Look at this.'
Coming closer, they see it is the dead body of a climber.
The wind has blown some of the clothes from the body, and the
skin is clean and white, like new stone. In the icy cold, it looks
like the body of a man who died a few days ago. But the bits of
clothes that are still on the body are old, brown and grey -
nothing like the brightly coloured clothes that modern climbers
wear. The body is lying face down. Above the head, the fingers
of one hand are dug into the icy ground. One leg is broken in
two places below the knee, and the other leg is lying over it.
The body looks strong and healthy, they think, like the body of
a runner or dancer.
The climbers photograph the body carefully. Then, very
gently, they touch the dead man's clothes - the hobnail boots,
the trousers and shirt made of wool. How little he was wearing,
they think, on this icy cold mountain. 'I walk out on the street
in Seattle with more clothing than he had on,' one of them says.
Yet here they are at 8,155 metres on Mount Everest, the highest
mountain in the world.
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Who is this man? He can only be one of two people, they

think. But which one? Then they find a name inside his shirt.
'George Leigh Mallory', it says.
But who is George Leigh Mallory? Why are these
climbers so interested in him? How did he die, and what
happened to him before he died? Where is his friend, Andrew
Irvine?
And the most important question of all - was this man,
George Mallory, the first man to reach the summit of Everest?
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CHAPTER TWO
Dangers
The climbers do not stay long with the body, because
Mount Everest is one of the most dangerous places in the
world. There are many things that make it difficult to stay alive
here. The most important of these is the height.
The top of Everest is 8,850 metres above sea level. As
you climb up the mountain, the air becomes thinner - it has less
and less oxygen. Most people live less than 900 metres above
sea level, where the air is full of oxygen. Above 2,000 metres
the air is thinner, and people find it harder to breathe. At 4,000
metres it is harder still, and at 5,000 metres most people begin
to feel ill. They get headaches, feel tired, and breathe quickly
all the time, like someone who has run a long way.
In 1921, when Mallory first went to Everest, no one had
climbed a mountain higher than 7,500 metres, and many people
did not think it was possible. 'If climbers don't have enough
oxygen, they'll be too tired to climb,' they said. And they won't
be able to think clearly, either. So they will make stupid
mistakes - forget to eat and drink, or talk to people who are not
there. Perhaps they'll die.'
But the need for oxygen is not the only problem on
Everest. There is also the weather. Almost every week there are
winds of 100 or even 200 kph (kilometres per hour). It is
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difficult to walk or even stand up in these winds. The wind can

blow climbers off the edge of the mountain, thousands of
metres to the valley below. Climbers sometimes sit in their
tents for days, unable to sleep because of the noise, and afraid
that the wind will blow their tents away.
And then there is the cold. Temperatures on Everest often
fall below -20 degrees, but the wind makes that feel much
colder.
But before anyone can climb Everest they have to get
there. Tibet in China is to the north of Everest, and Nepal is to
the south, and until 1950, Nepal refused to let any foreign
climbers enter their country. So the earliest climbers, like
Mallory and Irvine, had to get to Everest from the north,
through Tibet. And that was not easy at all.
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CHAPTER THREE
Through Tibet to Everest - 1921
Until the early nineteenth century, nobody in the west
knew about Mount Everest. People in Tibet knew, of course -
they called it Chomolungma: 'Goddess Mother of the World',
and to people in Nepal it was Sagarmatha: 'Goddess of the
Sky'. But no one in Tibet or Nepal had ever climbed the
mountain - they thought that was a very strange idea. And no
foreign person had ever been so far into the Himalayas.
But in the 1830s a British soldier called George Everest
was making maps in north India. He made the first maps of the
Himalayas, and measured the height of some of the mountains.
But Everest finished his work in 1843, and he never saw
Chomolungma. The first British man to see the mountain was
Everest's friend, Andrew Waugh. In 1852 Radhanath Sikdhar,
who worked for Waugh, said he had discovered the highest
mountain in the world. It was measured carefully many times.
Then in 1856 Waugh said that this was the highest mountain in
the world. He gave it the name of his old friend, George
Everest, in 1865.
But very few British people were able to enter Tibet or
Nepal at that time. So it was not until 1921 that the first British
expedition went to see if it was possible to climb the mountain.
There were nine British climbers on this expedition, and one of
them was George Mallory.
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To get to Everest, the climbers had to walk 500

kilometres through Tibet. Their Tibetan porters carried
everything they needed: food, tents, clothes, cameras, and
climbing equipment.
It was a long, difficult journey which took a month. They
were always climbing - at first through river valleys with tall
trees, colourful flowers and birds - then onto a wide stony place
where nothing grew. There was no sound except the wind, and
all the time the air was becoming thinner.
The climbers walked past Tibetan villages high up on the
sides of mountains, and came to Rongbuk, the highest
monastery in the world, 4,800 metres above sea level. The
monks in the monastery looked at the visitors in surprise,
wondering why they wanted to climb the dangerous mountain.
The climbers decided that the best way to get onto the
mountain was to go up the East Rongbuk Glacier. From there
they planned to climb to the North Col, a small flat place on the
north ridge of Everest.
By this time it was late in the year, and the winds were
getting stronger. They had not planned to get to the summit this
year, but only to look for a way up. But on 23 September 1921,
Mallory, with two other climbers and three porters, climbed up
the steep ice wall of the East Rongbuk Glacier. When they
reached the snow ridge of the North Col the next day, they
could see the summit, 1,800 metres above them. But at 7,000
metres it was difficult to breathe, and they moved slowly. And
they could hardly stand up in the strong icy winds.
They would have to go down, and come back next year.
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CHAPTER FOUR
The first attempt - 1922
In 1922 a larger expedition returned. They brought
oxygen with them this time, but the equipment was very heavy,
and it did not always work. Many of the climbers wanted to
climb the mountain on their own, if possible, without help. So
climbing with oxygen was not popular with most of the
climbers.
Four climbers set out on the first summit attempt -
Mallory, Morshead, Norton, and Somervell. With five porters,
they left Camp 4 on the North Col at 7.00 a.m. There was a
terrible cold wind, and the climbers moved slowly, cutting
steps in the snow for the porters behind them. They hoped to
reach 8,230 metres that day, but at 7,620 metres they were too
cold and tired to go on. They found a place for Camp 5 and the
porters left their loads here and went back down.
The four men crawled into their two small tents to rest.
But all night there was a high wind, and it was difficult to
breathe or sleep. To get water to drink, they had to melt snow
over a small cooker, which took a long time.
Next morning, Morshead was ill. So Mallory, Norton, and
Somervell set out at 8.00 a.m., leaving Morshead alone in the
tent. They moved slowly, stopping after every few steps to rest
and breathe. As they climbed, their hobnail boots slipped
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dangerously on the stones and rocks. In the thin air they felt
tired, more tired than any of them had ever felt before. At 2.00
p.m. they reached 8,227 metres, but they were still about 600
metres below the summit. So they turned back, and helped
Morshead down to Camp 3.
On the way down, they met three more of their climbers
coming up. They were the Australian George Finch, a Gurkha
called Tejbir Bura, and Geoffrey Bruce - a young man who had
never climbed before. Unlike the first group, Finch and Bruce
liked using oxygen. They made a new Camp 5 - 150 metres
higher than Mallory's - but then they were caught in a storm
and had to stay in their tent for two nights. On the third day
Finch and Bruce went on, using their oxygen, to 8,323 metres.
But here Bruce became exhausted and had to be helped down.
Because the oxygen had been so successful, Mallory,
Somervell, and a third climber called Colin Crawford decided
to make another attempt, this time with oxygen. But while they
were climbing across a snow slope, there was a sudden
avalanche. Everyone was buried under the snow. All the
climbers and seven porters managed to climb out, but seven
porters were killed.
It was clear that Everest had won - this time.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Saving the porters - 1924
The British climbers returned in April 1924. This time
they planned to succeed. Edward Norton was the chief climber
in the group of twelve men, and they had 150 Tibetan porters,
both men and women, to help them. From Base Camp the
porters carried equipment up to Camps 1 and 2 on the Rongbuk
and East Rongbuk Glaciers. One woman carried her two-year-
old child on top of an 18 kilogram load from 5,300 metres to
6,000 metres. Then she carried her child back down, and
offered to go up again!
The next part was harder. On a cold, stormy day, Mallory,
Irvine and two other climbers set out with twenty porters to
carry equipment from Base Camp to Camp 3, but the weather
was terrible. A strong wind blew down off the mountain,
straight into their faces. The ice on the glacier was as clear and
hard as glass. There were not enough tents at Camp 2, so some
of the porters slept outside. Next morning they went on to
Camp 3, but here it was even colder than before. That night the
temperature fell to -29 degrees. The strong icy wind blew into
the tents all night, so everyone - inside the tents - was covered
with snow.
The storm blew for two more days. Many of the porters
lay in their tents, not caring about life or death. At last the
storm ended and they all went down to Base Camp to rest.
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Three men were seriously ill; another had bad frostbite on both
feet.
The porters were unhappy and afraid. 'The mountain is
angry,' they said. 'It will kill us.' So on 15 May all the climbers
and porters went down the valley to the Rongbuk Monastery,
where the chief monk said prayers for them. Next day the wind
had gone, and the sky was clear and blue.
The climbers returned to Camp 3. Then they started to
climb up the steep ice wall to the North Col, to make Camp 4.
And once again, things went wrong.
The ice was covered with new snow after the storm.
There were many crevasses - deep holes in the ice - which were
difficult to see under the snow. This was the place where seven
porters had died in 1922. This time four people set out -
Mallory, Norton, Odell, and Lakpa Tsering. They climbed
carefully, cutting steps in the snow. They crossed several deep
crevasses. Then, just below the North Col, they came to a steep
slope about 100 metres high. It was a dangerous place. The
slope was covered with new soft snow. At the foot of the slope
was a wall of ice, falling hundreds of metres to the valley
below.
Mallory climbed slowly up the slope, while Norton and
Odell held him from below on a rope. After half an hour they
reached the top, and found a place for Camp 4.
But all the climbers were tired. On the way down the
snow suddenly collapsed under Mallory's feet and he fell into a
crevasse. Only his ice axe, across the top of the crevasse, saved
him. No one had seen him fall. He looked up, at the sky, then
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down, into the deep blue hole below him. One mistake here
could mean death. Very slowly and carefully, he pulled his tired
body up the ice wall and out onto the snow.
When the climbers got back to Camp 3 they were all
exhausted. Their heads ached, and they coughed all night in the
thin, cold air.
Next day, three more climbers - Somervell, Irvine, and
Hazard - and twelve porters climbed the snow slope to Camp 4.
Somervell and Irvine came down, leaving Hazard behind with
the porters. That night it snowed heavily, and the temperature
fell to -31 degrees. The exhausted porters shivered in their
tents. All next day Norton, in Camp 3, waited for them to come
down. At last, he saw them coming - black dots on the snow.
But only eight porters and Hazard arrived at Camp 3. Four
porters had turned back, afraid that they would fall.
So now four porters were alone at Camp 4. And more and
more snow was falling, making the steep slope more dangerous
than ever. Without help from the climbers, the porters would
die.
All the climbers were tired and ill. Mallory and Somervell
had bad throats and were coughing badly. It snowed heavily all
night. But next morning Norton, Mallory, and Somervell
climbed slowly up towards Camp 4. It was difficult, dangerous
work. They reached the snow slope, and called out to the
porters above them in words like these.
'Are you alive?' the climbers asked. 'Can you walk?'
'Yes sir,' a porter answered. 'But we're afraid. It's too
dangerous. If we slip, we'll fall, and die!'
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'If you stay there, you'll die of cold,' Norton said. 'Wait
there - we're coming to get you.'
Very carefully, Somervell climbed across the steep slope,
towards the four porters. He had a rope round his waist.
Mallory and Norton held the rope from below, to keep
Somervell safe. But when he was five metres away from the
porters, Somervell reached the end of the rope.
'What do I do now?' he thought. 'We have no more rope,
and it will soon be dark.'
'Come across!' he called out to the porters. 'It's not far.
Carefully, one at a time.'
The first two porters reached Somervell safely. Then they
climbed past him, holding the rope, towards Norton and
Mallory. Somervell looked at the last two porters.
'Come on,' he said. 'It's not difficult. One at a time.'
But the porters were afraid, and both started together. A
second later they slipped and fell. They slid past Somervell
down the slope, towards the valley thousands of metres below.
But then, a few metres from the edge of the slope, they
stopped.
'Don't move,' Somervell said. 'Just wait for me.'
He drove his ice axe deep into the snow. He untied the
rope from his waist, and passed it round the head of the ice axe.
Then, holding his end of the rope with one hand, Somervell
climbed down until he could just reach the men with his other
hand. He pulled up the first man, then the second. They
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climbed along the rope to Mallory and Norton. Somervell tied

the rope round his waist again, and climbed back after them.
Even now they were not safe. It was nearly dark, and a
long way above Camp 3. One of the porters, Namgya, could
not use his hands, because he had bad frostbite. But at last they
reached Camp 3, where two more climbers, Noel and Odell,
were waiting with warm food.
All the climbers were exhausted. Mallory and Somervell
could not stop coughing, and Norton's feet hurt badly. Helping
the four porters had made them very, very tired. And they were
nowhere near the summit of Everest.
Slowly they went down to Camp 1. They needed time to
rest, and to decide what to do next.
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CHAPTER SIX
Somervell and Norton - 1924
Norton decided that two pairs of climbers would try to
reach the summit, without oxygen. Mallory and Geoffrey
Bruce would go first, and Norton and Somervell would follow
the next day. The climbers would find a place for Camp 5
above 7,600 metres, and for Camp 6 at 8,231 metres. Odell and
Irvine would go up to Camp 4, to help the climbers when they
came down.
On 1 June Mallory and Bruce climbed up to Camp 4 with
nine porters. The next day was clear and sunny, but above the
North Col they met a terrible icy wind. It was difficult to stand,
hardly possible to walk. Only five porters continued with
Mallory and Bruce. At 7,600 metres, they found a place for two
small tents on a steep slope - Camp 5. All that night they
shivered in their sleeping bags, while the wind tried to blow
their tents into the air. Next morning they were all ill. Only one
porter was able to go on. Sadly, they decided to come down.
As they went down, they passed Norton and Somervell
with four more porters, coming up. These men reached Camp
5, and spent a better night there. The wind was less strong, and
they managed to cook, eat and sleep. It was very, very cold,
and in the thin air, with no oxygen, it was difficult to move. But
next morning, three porters - Napboo Yishay, Lhakpa Chedi,
and Semchumbi - were ready to go on.
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They climbed on, up to 8,170 metres - higher than any

man had been before. Here, at 1.30 p.m., they put up one tiny
tent - Camp 6. Then the porters went down to the North Col,
while Norton and Somervell got ready for the night. As it grew
dark, they wondered: can a man sleep, without oxygen, at this
height?
Yes! It was 'the best night since I left Camp 1,' Norton
wrote. So at 6.45 next morning the two men set out for the
summit. They climbed slowly, taking three or four breaths for
every step. They stayed a little below the ridge, to keep out of
the wind. But in the shadow of the mountain, out of the sun, it
was very cold. Norton shivered all the time, and he was having
trouble with his eyes. Somervell coughed a lot, and his bad
throat made it difficult to breathe.
By midday they were at 8,536 metres. The view was
wonderful - they were above the clouds, with a sea of
mountains below them.
But Somervell was exhausted. His throat was worse; he
could hardly breathe. So Norton went on alone. He was moving
more and more slowly, on a steep slope like the roof of a house.
There were large stones and soft snow under his feet; it was
easy to fall. And below him - 2,743 metres straight down, in
the thin clear air - was the East Rongbuk Glacier and Camp 3.
He looked up. He was about 275 metres below the
summit, but they were vertical metres - metres measured up the
mountain, not along it. But he was tired, and moving very
slowly. And his eyes were getting worse. Sometimes he saw
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two ice axes in his hand, not one. He knew that it was possible.
He could get to the summit - but he could not get back.
Norton was nearer the summit than any man before him.
But at 8,575 metres, he decided to turn back towards
Somervell. It was the right thing to do. Halfway down to Camp
5, Somervell stopped. There was something in his throat - for
nearly a minute he could not breathe at all. Then he coughed up
a ball of blood, and could breathe again.
When they reached Camp 4, Norton could not see at all.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Mallory and Irvine - 1924
But to Norton's surprise, there were two more climbers at
Camp 4 - Mallory and Irvine. Mallory had decided to try again
- with oxygen this time. Irvine was young, and he had not
climbed many mountains, but he understood the oxygen
equipment better than anyone. So Mallory decided to climb
with him.
On 6 June they set out for Camp 5. Eight porters carried
food and oxygen. Next day they went on to Camp 6 with four
porters. There, Mallory sent them back down with a note to
Noel, who was filming the expedition:

Dear Noel,
We'll probably start early tomorrow (8th) in order to have
clear weather. It won't be too early to start looking out for us
either crossing the rock band under the pyramid or going up
skyline at 8.00 p.m.
Yours ever, G. Mallory

Behind them, Odell climbed up to Camp 5 with food to

help them when they came down. Mallory left a note for him
too, asking him to wait at Camp 4 the next evening. The
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weather was fine, he said, but the oxygen was very heavy to
carry.
Odell was climbing alone, without oxygen. He spent the
night at Camp 5 and then climbed up towards Camp 6. At
7,900 metres he found some very old rocks. Studying rocks
was Odell's job, and the rocks that he found showed him that
Everest had once been under the sea. At 12.50 p.m., the clouds
cleared above him, and he could see the summit ridge of
Everest. High on the ridge, he saw two tiny black dots moving
on the snow. They climbed quickly, to the top of a rock step
near the summit. Then the clouds came back and they
disappeared.
It was Mallory and Irvine, climbing strongly towards the
summit. But Odell thought they were a little late. Was there
enough time for them to get to the summit and then down to
Camp 6 that night? He climbed up to Camp 6 and left some
food for them in the tent. Then he climbed higher, towards the
summit, calling out for them. But no one answered.
He wondered what to do. He wanted to stay, but the tiny
tent at Camp 6 was too small for three men. So, at 4.30 p.m., he
went down. By 7.00 p.m. he was in Camp 4.
The next day was 9 June. Odell was worried. When he
looked up the mountain, he could see the tents of Camps 5 and
6, but nothing - and nobody - was moving. So Odell, with two
porters, climbed up again to Camp 5.
There was a strong wind all night. The porters shivered in
their tent, and next morning they refused to move. So Odell
went on alone, up to Camp 6. But no one was there. The tent
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was closed, the food was still there. Mallory and Irvine had
disappeared.
For two hours Odell climbed on, above Camp 6, towards
the summit. What was he thinking? Mallory and Irvine were
probably dead, but perhaps - just perhaps - one of them was
still alive, badly injured up there. Perhaps he could see
something, or find something, and return with some answers.
But he saw nothing, and found no bodies. Sadly, he
turned back. At Camp 6, he went into the tent, and pulled out
two black sleeping bags. He put them on the snow in the shape
of a T. It was a message to the others, far below, that Mallory
and Irvine were dead.
But what happened to them? Did they reach the summit
before they died? Or did they turn back, like Norton and
Somervell? No one knows.
When Odell last saw them it was already 12.50 in the
afternoon. But they were moving quickly, he said. So perhaps
they went on to the summit, and then were too tired to find
Camp 6 before dark. Perhaps, in the darkness, one of them fell,
and the other died trying to help him. Perhaps they both fell
together. Or perhaps, with no more oxygen, they were just too
cold and tired to move any more, and lay down in the snow to
sleep.
It was seventy-five years before some of these questions
were answered.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
To the South Col -1953
After 1950 Western climbers could no longer enter Tibet,
but they could enter Nepal. In 1951 a British expedition went
to the southern side of Everest for the first time, and in 1952 a
Swiss climber called Raymond Lambert made an attempt on
the summit with Tenzing Norgay. Tenzing was one of the
Sherpa people of Nepal, who are excellent climbers and know
the mountains well. Together Lambert and Tenzing almost
reached the summit, but their oxygen equipment was not
working well, and at the highest camp they had no sleeping
bags. So at 8,597 metres - just a few metres higher than Norton
had gone in 1924 - they turned back.
In 1953 John Hunt came to Kathmandu, the capital of
Nepal, with a large British expedition. Tenzing Norgay joined
them here, and the expedition set out for Thyangboche, a
monastery south of Everest. The walk took seventeen days, and
350 porters were needed to carry their equipment. In
Thyangboche, they were joined by two New Zealand climbers -
Edmund Hillary and George Lowe.
The climbers spent three weeks at Base Camp, getting
used to the thin mountain air. They climbed smaller mountains
of about 6,000 metres, learning to use the oxygen equipment.
John Hunt thought that Tenzing Norgay was stronger than
anyone.
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Their first problem was to find a way up the Khumbu

Icefall onto the Khumbu Glacier. The Khumbu Glacier is a
slow-moving river of ice, and the Khumbu Icefall is a large
wall of broken ice. This icefall is over 300 metres high - six
times higher than Niagara Falls - and the ice in it moves, very
slowly, all the time. There are pieces of ice as big as houses,
which could fall on the climbers' heads at any moment. There
are avalanches of ice that could kill a man in a second. Terrible
crevasses go hundreds of metres down into the blue-green
darkness under the climbers' feet. Sometimes the climbers
heard ice moving far below them.
The climbers and Sherpas carried loads of over 18
kilograms up this difficult route. They made Camp 2 halfway
up the icefall at 5,915 metres, and Camp 3 at the top of the
icefall, at 6,158 metres. Then they climbed up the glacier to
Camp 4 at 6,462 metres, and Camp 5 at 6,705 metres.
The next big problem was to climb the Lhotse Face to the
South Col. High above Camp 5 is the mountain of Lhotse,
8,500 metres. To the left of Lhotse is the South Col of Everest.
The first 600 metres of the Lhotse Face is a steep slope of ice -
the Lhotse Glacier. This ice is very difficult to climb, with
many ice walls and deep crevasses.
For eleven long days the New Zealander George Lowe
and the Sherpa Annullu fought their way up this wall of ice. All
the way, they cut steps in the ice and fixed ropes for the others
to follow them. They made Camp 6 at 7,010 metres, and Camp
7 at 7,315 metres. Then they began to climb to the left, across a
wide snow slope, towards the South Col. But the weather was
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terrible, and they were very tired. High winds blew down on
them from the South Col.
After twelve days of this, George Lowe was exhausted.
But on 21 May, Annullu and Wilfrid Noyce finally managed to
cross the difficult snow slope and reach the South Col, at 7,925
metres.
Next day, Hillary, Tenzing, and seventeen Sherpas
followed them up to the South Col. The Sherpas had only a cup
of tea for breakfast at Camp 7, after a long cold night.
They were carrying loads of 22 kilograms with no
oxygen. At the South Col, they made Camp 8. Then, the same
day, they went down again to Camp 4. They had climbed for
ten hours with no food or drink all day.
But Camp 8, on the South Col, was ready at last. Now the
attempt on the summit could begin.
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CHAPTER NINE
The South Summit - 1953
On 22 May, the first two summit climbers, Tom
Bourdillon and Charles Evans, set out from Camp 4 to the
South Col. John Hunt and two Sherpas went with them,
carrying heavy loads. Using oxygen, the three British men
reached the Col first. But they were very tired, and when they
took off their oxygen equipment they could not think clearly. It
took them over an hour to put up a tent in the terrible wind.
When the Sherpas arrived, they collapsed in the tent and could
not move.
They rested for a day, then John Hunt and the Sherpa Da
Namgyal set out to climb higher. They both had oxygen and
were carrying about 20 kilograms. They moved very slowly,
and Bourdillon and Evans soon came past them. Hunt and Da
Namgyal both had problems with their oxygen. Sometimes ice
stopped it working, and it was very difficult to breathe.
On they went, more and more slowly. At 8,338 metres
Hunt and Da Namgyal could go no further. They put down
their loads and turned back. When they reached the South Col,
they could hardly walk.
Above them, Bourdillon and Evans went on. At 1 o'clock
they reached the South Summit, 8,750 metres.
In front of them they could see the final summit ridge. It
was a view no man had ever seen before. To the left, a steep
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rocky slope fell 2,400 metres down to Camp 4 on the glacier.

To the right, there was a line of white snow cornices over a
drop of 2,500 metres.
Should they go on? This was their one chance to get to
the top. But was it safe, or would they die, like Mallory and
Irvine before them? They stood, and looked, and thought.
Evans had already had trouble with his oxygen.
Bourdillon had fixed it, but they did not have a lot of oxygen
left. They thought it would take three hours to reach the
summit, and two hours to get back to the South Summit. By
then it would be 6 o'clock, and they would have to climb down
another 900 metres, without oxygen, to Camp 8. It was too far.
So, sadly, they turned back. But it was the right thing to
do. The wind grew stronger, and clouds came up. It was
difficult to find the way. They were very tired, and several
times they slipped on the way down. At one point Evans
slipped and fell. He slid past Bourdillon like a bullet, and
pulled him off his feet. A moment later they were both sliding
down the snow towards the glacier, thousands of feet below.
Quickly, Bourdillon turned onto his face and dug his ice axe
into the snow. The ice axe stopped them, but they had nearly
died.
Was this what happened to Mallory and Irvine, twenty-
nine years earlier? they wondered. A sudden fall, on the way
down, and no one to help? It could happen so easily.
When they reached Camp 8 they were exhausted. Their
faces were covered with ice, and they could hardly walk. 'They
looked like strangers from another planet,' John Hunt said.
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CHAPTER TEN
On top of the world - 1953
Hillary and Tenzing were already at Camp 8, together
with John Hunt, Da Namgyal, and Ang Temba. Gregory and
Lowe were there too, with three more Sherpas. But the weather
was bad. A terrible wind blew straight across the South Col,
and the temperature fell to -25 degrees. Hillary said that it was
one of the worst nights he had ever lived through.
No one could sleep. They sat shivering in their tents,
hoping that the wind would not blow them away. Bourdillon
and Evans were exhausted, three of the Sherpas were ill, and
Hunt, like Ang Temba and Da Namgyal, had now spent three
nights at 7,925 metres.
Next day, it was difficult for Bourdillon to walk, so
Evans, John Hunt, and Da Namgyal helped him and Ang
Temba down to Camp 7. Gregory, Lowe, and three Sherpas
spent another night at Camp 8 with Hillary and Tenzing.
On the morning of 28 May the wind began to fall. Hillary
and Tenzing got ready to set out. Gregory and Lowe's job was
to start first and make Camp 9 somewhere below the South
Summit. But two of their three Sherpas were ill, so Lowe,
Gregory, and Ang Nyima carried everything between them.
With their oxygen, they carried about 18 kilograms each.
Hillary and Tenzing followed at 10 a.m., carrying about 22
kilograms each. Then, at 8,338 metres, they found the loads
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which Hunt and Da Namgyal had left, and picked them up too.
Now they were carrying 27 kilograms each.
At 2.30 p.m. they found a small place for Camp 9, at
8,506 metres. Gregory, Lowe, and Ang Nyima dropped their
loads and went down. Hillary and Tenzing put up their tent, and
crawled inside. The wind was very strong, and they were afraid
the tent would blow away. That night, the temperature fell to -
27 degrees. But by 4 a.m. the wind had stopped, and the sky
cleared. When they opened the tent door, in the early morning
sun, they could see the monastery at Thyangboche, 4,878
metres below, where the monks were getting out of bed.
They melted snow for a warm drink, and checked the
oxygen equipment carefully. Tenzing had worn his boots all
night, but Hillary had taken his off, and they were as hard as
ice. He had to heat them over the small cooker to make them
soft.
At 6.30 a.m. they set out, and by 9 a.m. they reached the
South Summit. They sat down and studied the summit ridge
carefully. It looked 'frightening', Hillary thought. The snow
cornices to the right were very dangerous. They were like
fingers of soft snow, 2,500 metres above the valley below. And
the rocks on the left looked very difficult too. But the snow just
above the rocks looked better. Perhaps it was possible to climb
there.
As soon as they stepped onto the snow, they were happy.
It was good hard snow, so cutting steps in it was easy. But it
was still very dangerous. One slip, and they could fall
thousands of metres. Hillary went first, cutting steps in the
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snow. Behind him, Tenzing put the rope around his ice axe and
dug it into the snow, to keep them safe. Then Hillary stopped,
and Tenzing went first, cutting steps. First one man, then the
other.
Several times their oxygen stopped working, and they
found it hard to breathe. But each time they fixed it, and went
on. As the sun rose, they felt warmer. 'To my surprise, I was
enjoying the climb,' Hillary said later. The weather was still
fine, and they could see the tents of Camp 4, 2,439 metres
below.
But halfway up the ridge, they met a problem. They
reached a rock wall, 17 metres high. It looked difficult and
dangerous to climb. On the left it was clean rock; on the right,
the wind had blown a cornice of hard snow against it. Hillary
pushed his boot into a hole between the rock and the snow. He
began to climb with his back to the rock, hoping that the snow
did not move. At last he reached the top of the wall, and
Tenzing followed him up.
Now, there were just 220 vertical metres to go. Slowly,
cutting steps in the snow, they climbed on. Even with oxygen,
they had to take two or three breaths after every step. Each time
they thought they had reached the summit, they saw another
one higher. They were both tired. 'The ridge seemed never-
ending,' Hillary wrote later.
But then, quite suddenly, it did end. They looked around,
and realised they could not go any higher. It was 11.30 a.m, and
they had reached the summit of Everest.
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They shook hands and threw their arms round each other.
Hillary took out a camera and took a picture - THE picture - of
Tenzing on top of Everest, the highest man in the world. On his
ice axe Tenzing had the flags of Great Britain, Nepal, India,
and the United Nations. Hillary took pictures of the view north,
south, east, and west.
Tenzing made a small hole in the snow. In it he put some
sweets, a pencil which his daughter had given him, and the
flags from the ice axe. Hillary made a hole too, and put a small
crucifix in there. They gave these things to the mountain
Chomolungma - 'Goddess Mother of the World.'
They were on top of the world - but were they really the
first men who had ever been there?
For a few minutes, Hillary and Tenzing searched, to see if
Mallory and Irvine had left anything up there twenty-nine years
ago. They found nothing, but that was not surprising. Every
few days, there is new snow on the mountain. Every month,
winds of over 150 kilometres per hour blow across the top of
Everest, adding more snow, burying what was there before.
After fifteen minutes they turned back. They needed to
get down before they used all the oxygen. They went carefully;
it would be stupid to have an accident now. An hour later they
were at the South Summit; by evening they were with George
Lowe at the South Col. Next day they were down at Camp 4.
Only two men had reached the summit - one from New
Zealand, one from Nepal. But everyone in the expedition was
happy. They had done something no one had ever done before.
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But each man in the expedition had needed the help of all the
others.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
One man alone - 1980
Since 1953, many hundreds of men and women have
climbed Everest, most of them in large expeditions. Some
groups have been very large indeed - in 1975 a Chinese
expedition with 400 people managed to send nine climbers to
the summit. They left a small metal tripod there, fixed to the
rock. In 1985 a Norwegian expedition sent seventeen people to
the top.
All these climbers, like Hillary and Tenzing, needed the
help of many others. Almost all of them used oxygen, too.
People have climbed Everest from the south, north, and west.
But the first climber to climb the mountain all alone, with
no oxygen at all, was Reinhold Messner.
In 1978 two climbers, Reinhold Messner and Peter
Habeler, joined a large German-Austrian expedition climbing
from Nepal. Most of the expedition were using oxygen but
Messner and Habeler decided to climb without it. After 'the
success of Hillary and Tenzing in 1953 using oxygen,' Messner
said, 'the whole world thought that this must be the only way.'
But the early climbers did not think so. In 1924, Norton
climbed to 8,575 metres with no oxygen. So, Messner thought,
perhaps it is possible to climb 273 metres more.
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He tried twice. The first time he reached the South Col

with two Sherpas, but they were caught in a terrible storm.
Their tent nearly collapsed in the wind, and they spent two
nights without eating or drinking before they came down. But a
few days later Messner tried again, with Peter Habeler, and in
ten hours they climbed from the South Col to the summit, with
no oxygen at all. But back at the South Col, they were very ill.
Habeler had a terrible headache. Messner had taken off his
goggles to make a film, and the bright snow had hurt his eyes.
Just like Norton in 1924, he lay in his tent all night, unable to
see anything. The two men needed help to climb down from
the South Col next day.
Two years later, in 1980, Messner began a new attempt.
This time he went through Tibet, like Norton and Mallory in
1924. But Messner did not take a lot of heavy equipment and
hundreds of porters. He just went with his girlfriend, Nena, and
two Chinese people came with them to show them the way.
They started at the same place as the British Base Camp in
1924, then, with three yaks, they climbed to Camp 3 at 6,500
metres on the East Rongbuk Glacier. Then the two Chinese
went back to Base Camp, while Nena and Messner stayed at
Camp 3 for ten days, getting used to the height.
On 24 July Messner climbed to the North Col, at 7,000
metres. But he felt very tired, and there was too much soft
snow. So he and Nena returned to Base Camp and spent three
weeks walking and climbing above 5,000 metres. Each day
they grew stronger, and breathed more easily in the thin
mountain air.
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On 15 August they returned to Camp 3, and on 17 August

Messner climbed up to the North Col again, much faster than
before. Now he was ready, he thought. He came down to Camp
3 to sleep. That night he ate and drank, and slept for a while.
Then he got up, dressed carefully, and packed his rucksack
with everything he needed - food for a week, a small cooker,
tent, sleeping bag, camera. He had a head torch, to see in the
dark, two ski sticks, crampons, and a strong, light ice axe.
He touched Nena's face gently with his lips, and stepped
out of the tent into the night.
'I shall be thinking of you,' she said sleepily. 'Bye bye.'
'Bye bye.' The words came out of the night, and then he
was gone.
An hour later, he nearly died. When he was 500 metres
above the camp, the snow suddenly collapsed under his feet
and he fell into a crevasse. His head torch went out, and
everything was dark. He had decided not to take a radio with
him. Now he was frightened. He could see nothing, and it was
not possible to call for help.
Then the torch came on again. He was standing on a snow
bridge, about 1 metre square, above a deep black hole. He
looked round. There was a small ice ridge to the left, going up.
But to climb that, he needed crampons on his boots; and his
crampons were in his rucksack. Very carefully, he got them out
and put them on. Carefully, he reached forward across the
crevasse with his arms. Then he stepped across onto the ridge -
right foot first, then left. The crampons held in the ice. Slowly,
he climbed up, out of the crevasse, into the night.
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Far below, Nena was still sleeping in the tent.

He climbed on, up to the North Col. As the sun came out,
the clouds and mountains turned from dark blue to yellow and
then pink. There was good hard snow under his feet. He
climbed quickly, taking fifty steps, then resting, then taking
fifty more. The ski sticks made climbing easier.
As he climbed, Messner thought about Mallory and
Irvine. They had come the same way up the mountain, long
ago. They had oxygen, but their clothes and equipment were
much heavier than Messner's. Mallory and Irvine had no light
tents and sleeping bags, no crampons, no ski sticks. But when
Odell last saw them, they were high up on the North Ridge.
Two tiny black dots on the snow, going strongly. Did they
reach the summit, he wondered. Or did they die before that?
Far below him, Nena stood outside the tent, watching
Messner climb higher and higher. To her, he was now a tiny
black dot on the snow. 'I would like to climb with him,' she
wrote in her diary. 'One day perhaps, I tell myself... The further
he is from me, the stronger becomes my love.'
By 9 a.m. Messner was at 7,360 metres. He was tired, and
had to rest every thirty steps. Up here, the thin dry air had only
one third as much oxygen as at sea level. His throat hurt, and
for long moments he could think of nothing but breathing.
'Still a bit more, you can do it,' he told himself. 'What you
climb today, you won't have to climb tomorrow.'
At last, at 7,800 metres, high up on the North Ridge, he
decided to stop. The view from here was wonderful. Some of
the highest mountains in the Himalayas were below him. And
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1,300 metres below, he could see the tiny red dot of Nena's
tent.
He took a long, long time to put up his tent. Again and
again, the wind almost blew it away. He held it down with his
ski sticks and ice axe. Then he pushed his rucksack inside and
crawled in after it. But he could not rest. To get water, he had to
melt snow with his small stove. His throat hurt, but he had to
make himself drink. He was not hungry, but he had to cook and
make himself eat. And that night, a storm came up. The
temperature fell to -20 degrees. Winds of over 80 kilometres
per hour tried to blow the tent off the mountain.
Next morning the wind had fallen, but Messner felt
terribly tired. For an hour he lay in his tent, half asleep, unable
to move. Every small thing - making a drink, eating, putting on
his boots - was hard work. He had to argue with himself.
'You must go on,' he told himself. Then, a minute later:
'Why don't I go down?' But he knew the answer to that. 'I
wanted to make the climb. I still want to.'
He took the tent down and packed his rucksack. The sky
was blue, the sun was shining. But as he set out, the clouds and
wind came back. His legs were tired, and his 18 kilogram
rucksack seemed heavier than before. Every fifteen steps now,
he stopped to rest.
There was too much new snow on the ridge, so he moved
down onto the rocky north face - the same way that Norton had
gone, also without oxygen. The rocks sloped steeply like the
roof on a church. It was very quiet, but Messner began to hear
voices. 'Is that somebody talking nearby?' he wondered. 'Is
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somebody there?... I believe I hear voices. Perhaps it is Mallory

and Irvine!'
By 3 o'clock in the afternoon he was at 8,220 metres. He
was too tired to go on any more. He could only take ten steps
now before resting. He found a flat piece of snow above a large
rock, and put up his tent there. He took a picture of the tent,
then got inside his sleeping bag. Again, he had to melt snow to
get water. And it was difficult to sleep. Even when he was
resting in the tent, his heart was beating 100 times a minute.
Next morning he could see little - he was in the clouds.
Should he go on, or wait, he wondered. No, he thought, he
couldn't wait. 'It's now or never. Either-or. I must either go up
or go down. There is no other choice.'
He decided to leave the tent and rucksack behind. He put
the camera in his pocket, picked up his ice axe, and set out. It
was harder to climb without the ski sticks. He was afraid that
he would fall, so he often climbed on hands and knees. As he
climbed up to the ridge, it became steeper. Often, he dug his ice
axe into the snow above his head, and lay on his face, resting.
For three hours he crawled slowly along the ridge. His
dry throat felt like wood. 'Where is the summit?' he wondered.
He could see almost nothing. Then, suddenly, the cloud
cleared, and he could see right down to the glacier in the valley.
He took a few photos, then the cloud came back.
'Where is the summit?' he wondered. 'At most it can only
be another ten metres up to the top!' He crawled on, always
upwards. Then, suddenly, there it was. The metal tripod, which
the Chinese had fixed to the summit in 1975 - it was there in
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front of him! Messner had seen it before, in 1978; now he took

hold of it, like an old friend.
He had done it! He was on top of the world, with nothing
above him but sky. He sat down, like a stone. All he wanted to
do was rest. But it was after 3 o'clock. He could not stay here in
the dark. Slowly, he got up. He took a few photos. Then, at 4
o'clock, he turned to go.
'I must get back down,' he thought. 'Half an hour too late
means the end of me.'
On the way down he started coughing badly. When he
reached the tent he lay in his sleeping bag like a dead man. But
he could not sleep. He melted a little snow to drink, but ate
nothing. Next morning, he left the tent where it was. Carrying
the ski sticks and rucksack, he came down the mountain like a
man walking in his sleep. Twice he slipped and fell. Each time,
he turned on his face and dug his ice axe into the snow.
Then suddenly, on the glacier, he saw Nena standing in
front of him. Resting on his ski sticks, he looked at her. Was
she really there? Yes, she was.
'Reinhold, how are you?' she said. She ran towards him.
Messner fell to his knees. He was crying. Nena held him
in her arms. 'Everything's OK, Reinhold,' she said. 'You are all
right. The camp is over there.'
'Where are all my friends?' he asked.
'I'm your friend. I'm here, Reinhold. Don't worry, we're
going to our camp now.'
'Yes, where is the camp actually?' he asked.
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'Over there.' She took his rucksack, and led him to the
camp. Here, she gave him food and drink and let him sleep. All
next day he lay in his sleeping bag without moving, while Nena
watched over him.
Reinhold Messner had climbed the highest mountain in
the world, all alone, with no oxygen. But the mountain had
beaten him too. They both won this fight, the mountain and the
man.
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CHAPTER TWELVE
The final question
By 1999, many people, both men and women, had
climbed Everest. They came from the USA, India, China,
Japan, Italy, and many more countries. One climber, Goran
Kropp from Sweden, rode his bicycle to Everest, climbed the
mountain without oxygen, and rode home again. But still
nobody had found an answer to the question: what happened to
Mallory and Irvine?
A climber called Jochen Hemmleb became interested in
this problem in 1988. He studied the problem for years, and his
bedroom was full of books and photos of Everest. But with
every new piece of information, there were new questions.
In 1924, Odell was at 7,926 metres, climbing up behind
Mallory and Irvine towards Camp 6. At 12.50 p.m. the clouds
cleared, and Odell could see the summit ridge of Everest above
him. High up on the ridge, he saw two tiny black dots moving
on the snow. They were moving quickly. He saw them climb a
rock step on the ridge. Then the clouds came back and they
disappeared.
There are three rock steps on the north-east ridge: the
First Step, the Second Step, and the Third Step. The Second
Step is much harder to climb than the First and Third Steps. It
is a steep rock wall, like the front of a ship. But it is only about
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250 vertical metres from the summit; and the Third Step is
even closer. So the first question is: which of the three steps
were Mallory and Irvine climbing when Odell last saw them?
In 1924, Odell said it was the 'rock step at a very short
distance from the base of the final pyramid.' And both of them
climbed quickly to the top of it. It is difficult to climb the
Second Step, but much easier to climb the Third Step. And the
First Step is quite a long distance from the summit.
So at 12.50 p.m., Mallory and Irvine were probably at
either the Second Step or the Third Step - only 'a very short
distance' from the summit. If that is right, did they stop there?
Probably not. All the difficult parts of the climb were behind
them. They had oxygen, and Odell said they were 'moving
quickly.'
So did they reach the summit, before they died? Many
people think it is quite possible. But others think Odell made a
mistake. 'He only saw them for a moment,' they say. 'He
probably saw them climb the First Step - much further from the
summit.'
Reinhold Messner agrees. 'Mallory did not climb the
Second Step,' he says. 'Odell saw them on the First Step.'
So who is right? And how can we know?
In 1933, a British climber found Irvine's ice axe at 8,460
metres, just below the First Step. But why was it there? Did he
put it down, or drop it in an accident? And did this happen on
the way up, or the way down? No one knows.
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In 1960, a Chinese climber found an old wooden tent post

and rope, like those used in 1924, just below the Second Step.
And in 1979 a Japanese climber met another Chinese climber,
Wang Hongbao, on the mountain, and heard a strange story.
Four years earlier, Wang said, he had found a body - 'an
English dead' - near the Chinese Camp 6, at 8,100 metres. Was
this Mallory, perhaps, or Irvine? The Japanese climber wanted
to ask more questions, but the very next day, Wang himself was
killed in an avalanche.
So the questions continued. In 1999, Jochen Hemmleb
was part of an expedition that set out to find some answers.
From Tibet, they climbed slowly up the East Rongbuk
Glacier to Camp 5, just under the North East Ridge. At 7,900
metres, one climber, Andy Politz, reached the place where
Odell had last seen Mallory and Irvine far above him. Where
had they actually been, when he saw them? Politz looked up.
He could clearly see each of the First, Second and Third Steps.
'You are really close to them at that point,' he said. 'And
there was only one place that (was) "a very short distance from
the base of the final pyramid", and that was the Third Step - the
one nearest the summit.' He took a lot of photographs and
video film to make this clear.
The five climbers reached Camp 6, near the place where
Wang Hongbao had seen the 'English dead.' On 1 May 1999,
they set out to find the body again. They climbed across a steep
snow slope, some going up, others down.
It was a dangerous, frightening place. A strong wind made
it easy to fall. After half an hour, they had found the bodies of
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not one but six dead climbers. All the dead bodies had broken
arms or legs. And the climbers knew that at any moment they
could fall and die too, like the men before them.
But the dead bodies wore modern clothes, in bright red or
orange colours - very different from the clothes that climbers
wore in 1924. Then Conrad Anker saw something white on the
rocks below him. He climbed down carefully towards it. Then
he called the others on his radio. 'Come down here,' he said.
'Look at this.'
As soon as they saw it, they knew this body was different.
This was no modern climber. This man had been here for
seventy-five years. Some of his clothes were gone, blown away
by the wind, and his skin was white.
There was no oxygen equipment. The rope around his
waist had cut into the skin, and was broken at one end where he
had fallen. One leg was broken in two places. His head and
arms were cut.
They stood and looked at the body quietly for a while.
They took photographs. Then, very gently, they began to look
in the pockets of the man's clothes.
One thing they hoped to find was a camera. In 1924,
when Mallory and Irvine set out for the summit, Somervell
gave Mallory a small camera to take with him. Did Mallory
take photos at the summit, or not? The camera could give the
answer.
In Mallory's pockets they found some sweets, some
letters from his brother and sister, a knife, a broken watch, his
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snow goggles - but no camera. They looked carefully all

around, but the camera was not there.
It was too cold and dangerous to stay there long. But they
did not want to leave the body as it was. For all of them,
Mallory was a great man - one of the first and bravest of all the
men who tried to climb Everest. So, before they left, they
decided to bury his body. They covered the body with big
stones. Then they said prayers over the body.
They had found one body, but they were still looking for
answers. It was clear, though, that Mallory had stopped using
oxygen. There was no oxygen equipment on his body, so he
probably threw it away when he had used all the oxygen. That
means Mallory and Irvine did not turn back early - like
Bourdillon and Evans in 1953 - when they still had enough
oxygen to get back to Camp 6. Probably they went on, trying to
reach the summit even when they knew it was dangerous.
Mallory's snow goggles were in his pocket, so perhaps he
was coming down after dark. The broken rope round Mallory's
waist shows that the two men were probably still climbing
down together. The moon went down early that night, at 11.25
p.m.; after that there was only starlight to help them. They were
tired, thirsty, and had no oxygen. But they were only 400
metres from the tiny tent at Camp 6, where Odell had left food.
They were almost safe.
And then - something happened. Perhaps something like
this:
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They are climbing down together in the dark. Irvine is

going first, Mallory is behind. Suddenly, Mallory slips and
falls. Irvine tries to save him but the rope breaks. Mallory falls
faster and faster. When he hits the ground his leg breaks in two
places. But he does not stop. He is sliding down the steep
slope, towards the Rongbuk Glacier thousands of feet below.
He has dropped his ice axe, but he turns on his face and digs
his fingers into the snow above his head, trying to slow down.
He stops, but he has hit his head on a rock. He lies there,
unable to move, dying alone in the dark.
Somewhere far above him, Irvine is injured too. He calls
to Mallory, again and again, but there is no answer. Slowly, he
tries to crawl towards Camp 6, but he cannot find it. Alone, and
lost in the dark and icy cold at 8,200 metres, Irvine dies too.
Did they reach the summit before they died? Only
Mallory's camera can answer that question, and no one has
found it.
But there is one other important thing which no one has
found. When Mallory left England in 1924, he took a photo of
his wife, Ruth, with him. And he made a promise to her, in
words like these.
'I'll look at your photo every day. But I will not bring it
back. I'm going to take it with me to the summit of Everest.
When I get there, I'm going to bury your photograph in the
snow, on top of the highest mountain in the world.'
The five climbers searched carefully for the photograph
of Mallory's wife in his pockets.
But it was not there.
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