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The Indigenous woman who
survived a desolate Arctic island
On September 16, 1921, Ada Blackjack watched
as four white men planted a British flag on the shore of a desolate Siberian
island. The group had been sent by Vilhjalmur Stefansson, the Canadian-born
explorer, to colonise Wrangel Island, 140km (87 miles) off the coast of
Siberia, on behalf of the British Empire.
As well as being a prime spot for fur
trapping and walrus hunting – both profitable industries – Vilhjalmur saw the
potential for a future airbase on the island, which could aid his search for
the uncharted northern continent he was convinced existed. For the young,
adventure-seeking explorers recruited, the prospect of being involved in such a
mission was too great to refuse.
The plan was for the team to stay there
for up to two years, with a supply ship scheduled to arrive after a year. Ada,
a 23-year-old Iñupiat woman, would be their seamstress, sewing fur clothing to
withstand the Arctic temperatures.
The only problem was that she did not want
to be there, but by then it was too late. Behind her, the Silver Wave – the
ship they’d arrived on and her sole connection to home – drifted towards the
horizon as her eyes filled with tears.
“When we got to Wrangel Island, the land
looked very large to me, but they said that it was only a small island,” said
Ada in a statement published in Vilhjalmur’s book, Adventure of Wrangel Island,
four years later in 1925. “I thought at first that I would turn back, but I
decided it wouldn’t be fair to the boys.”
Gold, death and poverty
Ada was born in the remote Inuit
settlement of Spruce Creek, northwest Alaska, in 1898, the year of the Alaskan
Gold Rush.
When gold was discovered in the nearby village of Solomon, 13km (eight miles)
west of Spruce Creek, the region saw an influx of thousands of non-Native
people from across the US. Infrastructure followed, including a railroad and
telephone line, but when tidal storms hit in 1913, the railroad was destroyed
and – with the Gold Rush over – Solomon became a predominantly Iñupiat village
once again. In 1918, the area was ravaged by the Spanish flu epidemic which
wiped out over half of Solomon’s 62 residents.
Ada’s family endured their own personal
tragedy. When she was eight years old, her father died after eating spoiled
meat. After his death, her mother sent her to a Methodist school run by
Christian missionaries in Nome, another nearby gold rush town. There, she was
taught to read in English, sew and cook “white folk’s food”. Such schools often
forcibly removed Indigenous children from their families, communities and
cultures, punishing them for speaking their Native languages and practising
their beliefs.
At 16, Ada married a local dog musher,
Jack Blackjack, and they lived together on the Seward Peninsula, 64km (40
miles) away from Nome. They had three children, but only one survived infancy.
According to Jennifer Niven’s book, Ada Blackjack: A True Story of Survival in
the Arctic (2003), which is based on Ada’s journals and interviews with her
son, Jack beat and starved Ada.
In 1921, when she was 22, Jack deserted
her. Poverty-stricken, she walked with her then five-year-old son, Bennett, who
was ill with tuberculosis, from the Seward Peninsula back to Nome. When Bennett
got too tired to walk, she carried him.
A
portrait of Ada Blackjack [Creative Commons]While Nome had once been
the largest settlement in Alaska at the peak of the Gold Rush in 1900, by 1920,
its population had shrunk from 12,488 to 852. According to Niven’s book, Nome
in 1921 was “violent, turbulent, and grim. There were no sewers, no ditches, no
safe drinking water, and crime was rampant”.
Once she returned, Ada was forced to leave Bennett in the care of an orphanage,
as she could no longer afford to raise him on her meagre earnings from
housekeeping and sewing. It was around this time that an expedition crew
arrived in Nome seeking a seamstress who spoke English. Ada’s name was
immediately put forward by the local police chief.
The proposal daunted Ada, who was reluctant to leave her ailing son. She also
did not want to be the only Iñupiat on the voyage, but the team was persistent
and assured her there would be other Inuit families going too. Such expeditions
relied on skilled Inuit for their knowledge of the land and hunting abilities,
which were often critical to their survival in the polar regions. If Ada went,
they promised her a salary of $50 a month, which was far more than she’d make
in Nome and possibly enough to get Bennett the medical treatment he desperately
needed.
On September 9, 1921, the four members of
the Wrangel Island expedition – including 20-year-old Canadian Allan Crawford,
who was appointed as the expedition leader, Lorne Knight and Fred Maurer, both
28-year-old Americans and veterans of Vilhjalmur’s previous Arctic voyages, and
19-year-old American Milton Galle – prepared to set sail from Nome – a journey
of approximately 1,000km (620 miles), which would take a week.
Ada arrived at the port, only to find that
none of the other Inuit families had turned up. The men reassured her that they
would hire some en route, but when they reached Wrangel a week later, via East
Cape, Siberia, Ada was the sole Inuit member of the team and the only woman. After
writing their final letters home, the mail was loaded onto the Silver Wave
before the captain made his return to Nome.
The ‘frost-killed end of creation’
Located 140km (87 miles) off the
northeastern coast of Siberia and bordered by the East Siberian and Chukchi
Seas, Wrangel Island is the epitome of remote. During a brief visit in 1881,
naturalist John Muir referred to it as a “severely solitary” land in the
“topmost, frost-killed end of creation”. It is thought that 4,000 years ago,
Wrangel was one of the last outposts for the now-extinct woolly mammoth, until
their isolation ultimately led to their demise.
It was summer when Vilhjalmur’s expedition team landed, though the temperature
hovered just above freezing. Howling winds raked across the tundra where pink
flowers clung stubbornly to the rocky terrain. One person among the group had
been here before. In 1913, Fred had accompanied Vilhjalmur on the doomed Karluk
expedition in which 11 explorers died after their boat sank, leaving them
stranded on the ice. If it was cold now, Fred knew first-hand just how hostile
the island would become in winter, which would soon be upon them.
The group worked for 16 hours straight
setting up camp, pitching three tents – one for their living quarters and two
for supplies. But they soon discovered that their supplies, which were supposed
to last them six months, were in poor condition; some of the food had turned
rotten and other items had not made the trip at all. The seven dogs they’d
purchased in Nome were underweight and malnourished. Nobody was too concerned
though, because Vilhjalmur had told the young men that the “friendly Arctic”
would provide all they needed. It did not seem to matter to him that none of
them knew how to handle a gun properly, even though they were expected to kill
their own game.
Once the camp was established, the men
spent their days exploring the island, carrying out scientific work and
studying the wildlife while fervently documenting everything in their journals.
Ada, meanwhile, sewed, cooked, cleaned and scraped animal skins. It was a
lonely existence, worsened by her fear of one of the men – Lorne, who was
particularly large and referred to Ada only as “the woman”.
As the weeks passed, however, the group
began to bond and came to rely on each other for companionship in the
increasingly hostile conditions. One group portrait shows them huddled
together, their faces haloed by their fur hoods and hardened by the cold. On
Milton’s lap sits Vic, the expedition cat, who was gifted to them by the chief
steward of the Victoria, the boat which had carried the crew from Seattle to
Nome, before they picked up Ada.
On
November 21, the sun dipped below the horizon, signalling the start of the
polar night. It would not rise again fully until January 20, which meant 61
days of darkness lay ahead. The dark was one thing, but now temperatures were
well below freezing (at between -48 and -56 Celsius, or between -54 and -69
Fahrenheit), and their supplies were rapidly dwindling.
The men tried hunting, but the umiak (a boat made from animal skins) they had
purchased before the voyage had been lost on the journey, washed overboard
during a storm. Instead, they experimented with traps and subsisted on sporadic
catches of foxes, fish, birds and seals. Occasionally, they caught polar bears,
which are prevalent on the island, Wrangel having the highest density of polar
bear dens in the world. But the bears also stalked them.
It was a brutal winter; storms raged
incessantly across the island and blizzards made hunting near impossible. Yet
they still managed to celebrate Christmas and the New Year in relative comfort
and good spirits.
Meanwhile, Vilhjalmur – who was broke –
urgently tried to appeal to the Canadian government for funds to support a
relief mission, but trust in the explorer had waned since the disastrous 1913
Karluk expedition. Not only was the government unwilling to help him, but the
British now claimed it had no interest in colonising Wrangel.
Vilhjalmur knew that unless he acted
quickly, the ice would soon be impassable, meaning the group would be stuck on
the island.
‘Doctor, nurse, companion, servant
and huntsman’
Meanwhile, on the island, as the months
passed and supplies were almost exhausted, Ada and the four men awaited the
relief crew that was due to arrive in the summer of 1922. But each day as they
looked towards the horizon hoping to see the masts of a ship, their hearts
sank; the ice, which began to form in August, became impenetrable and by
mid-September, they finally accepted that no ship would be able to break
through. Faced with the likelihood of spending another year on the island, the
group began frantically rationing food and supplies.
Unknown to them, a ship – the Teddy Bear –
had in fact left Nome on August 20, 1922. It was steered by one of the most
experienced Arctic navigators – Captain Joe Bernard, a French Canadian who
spent decades sailing the Arctic and living among Native Inuit communities –
but, due to the severe icy conditions, passage to Wrangel was impossible and it
was forced to turn back.
On the island, the situation had grown desperate. Food was scarce. Foxes were
elusive yet their visible tracks in the snow now seemed to taunt them.
“[Ada] and the others had counted on the
fact that the bears, seals, and foxes would remain thick. They didn’t know that
sometimes the animals simply chose to frequent another location from year to
year, and that there was a domino effect in place – because the seals were
gone, the polar bears must look elsewhere for food,” wrote Niven.
As if things weren’t bad enough, Lorne had
fallen ill with scurvy, a disease caused by a deficiency of vitamin C.
Allan and the others decided they must
take action. On January 29, 1923, Allan, Fred and Milton left camp. Their plan
was to cross the 1,127km (700-mile) frozen Chukchi Sea to East Cape, Siberia by
sledge for help and food, leaving Ada behind to care for Lorne. They expected
the journey to take 60 to 70 days. As they bade farewell, they promised to
return with a ship in the summer as soon as the ice opened up.
By that point, Lorne was growing so weak
he could no longer write in his journal so Ada began keeping one herself,
carefully recording the daily events. “I’m going to the other side of the
harbar mouth do some duck hunding,” she wrote in one entry. “I thank god for
living,” read another.
Although
Ada was Iñupiat, she had not been raised with any knowledge of wilderness
survival. No one had taught her how to hunt or trap; now she had no choice but
to teach herself. Each day, she walked for miles searching for food for herself
and Lorne. To defend herself, she carried a snow knife, but the thought of
encountering bears on the ice terrified her. She often had to fend them off
from the camp but as she’d built a lookout platform above the shelter, she
usually had some prior warning. Ada knew she had to teach herself how to shoot,
so she set up a makeshift target of empty tea tins and practised sparingly so
as not to waste bullets. She also made a skin boat for the first time. But no matter how hard she worked, Lorne grew increasingly impatient with Ada
as his symptoms worsened. He berated her, telling her she was lazy, useless,
that Jack Blackjack was right to abuse her. Sometimes he threw books at her.
“This is the wosest life I ever live in
this world,” Ada confided in her diary. “Though it is hard enough for me to
wood work and trying my best in everything and when I come home to rest here a
man talk against me saying all kinds of words against me then what could I do.”
Still, she continued to care for Lorne,
heating sand every day to place on his feet, rotating sacks of oatmeal to
prevent bedsores, emptying his bedpan and keeping the fire going – even as, by
early 1923, she too was experiencing the body aches, fatigue and weakness of
early-onset scurvy.
Lorne started to bleed from his skin and
nose, his teeth loosened, he lost his appetite and purple spots started to
appear on his legs. Ada served as a “doctor, nurse, companion, servant and
huntsman in one”, reported the Los Angeles Times in 1924 about her role in the
Wrangel Expedition.
In her diary, Ada wrote of Lorne: “He
never stop to think how much its hard for women to take four mans place, to
wood work and to hund for something to eat for him and do waiting to his bed
and take the shiad out for him.”ite the friction between them, the pair shared stories to pass the time and
Lorne gave Ada his Bible, which she often read with Vic curled up next to her.
But on June 22, 1923, Lorne died following
a gruelling six months of agony, and Ada was left alone on Wrangel Island.
‘I
must stay alive. I will live’
Following Lorne’s death, Ada built a
barricade of boxes around his bed to protect his body from wild animals and
then moved into the storage tent with Vic. All the time, she thought of Bennett
and knew she must focus her energy on staying alive. “I must stay alive,” Ada
wrote in her journal. “I will live.”
Although it had been nearly two years
since she had arrived on the island, Ada never gave up hope that one day she
would return to Nome and be reunited with her son. “I don’t think I could have
pulled through if it hadn’t been for thoughts of my little boy at home,” she
later told the Los Angeles Times. “I had to live for him.”
What she did not know then was that on
August 2, 1923, a ship called The Donaldson had set sail from Nome, led by
Vilhjalmur’s colleague, Harold Noice. Accompanying him were 12 Inuit and an
American.
When it arrived at Wrangel on August 19,
Harold feared the worst. “It seemed to us that no human being could find a
foothold, let alone a living in such a desolate place,” he said, according to
Niven. Then, on August 20, a figure was spotted on the beach: a woman.
Overnight, Ada had dreamt of a ship, but
when she woke she found that a dense fog had descended.
Huddling beside the fire with a breakfast
of tea, seal oil and dried duck, she felt a tremor beneath her feet and an
ominous rumbling sound from outside the tent. At first, she assumed it was a
walrus but, gradually, it grew louder. Stepping outside, Ada peered through the
fog with her field glasses and as the fog shifted, she glimpsed the
unmistakable outline of a ship. Ada was not dreaming; finally, she was going
home.
Ada’s return to Nome on August 31, 1923,
caused a sensation in the news. The international press called her the “female
Robinson Crusoe”, but Ada did not regard herself as a hero. “Brave?” she’d say.
“I don’t know about that. But I would never give up hope while I’m still
alive.”
Others, such as her rescuer Harold, who
was in possession of her journals, twisted her words and accused her of
neglecting Lorne – essentially leaving him to die – which stung the most
considering all she had done for him. “Though Man’s Body Was Wasted by
Starvation, Ada Blackjack Was Healthy,” ran one headline. “Lorne Knight’s Fate
Could Have Been Prevented by Reputed Heroine, Rescuer Says,” said another.
Though she refused to speak to
journalists, Ada did grant an interview in February 1924 to the Los Angeles
Times in response to the allegations made against her. “For two months I was
alone on the island,” she said. “It was hard. But these accusations are harder
still. There is no truth to them.” The more she was hounded by reporters, the
more she longed to retreat.
Throughout her life, memories continued to
haunt Ada of the hardship she endured on Wrangel Island. She had never fully
come to terms with the death of Lorne, nor the disappearance of Allan, Fred and
Milton, whose fates remain unknown to this day. “I had hard time when [Lorne]
was dying. I never will forget that all my life. I was crying while he was
living. I try my best to save his life but I can’t quite save him,” she wrote
of the ordeal afterwards.
After returning to Nome, Ada took Bennett
out of hospital and to Seattle for treatment. She later remarried twice and had
another son, named Billy. But when she herself contracted tuberculosis, Ada had
to give up her sons once more, placing them in a children’s home in Seward,
Alaska. Nine years passed before she was reunited with them again.
While Vilhjalmur and others profited from
selling books, publishing diaries and lecturing about the tragic expedition,
Ada returned to a life of poverty and struggled to find work. Although after
moving to Nome with her sons in 1937, she did earn a living herding reindeer,
hunting and trapping – skills she’d taught herself on Wrangel Island. Vilhjalmur
had once promised her a share of the royalties from his book, which was based
partly on her diary extracts, but she never received a dime.
With the money Ada received from the
voyage, she was able to pay for Bennett’s medical treatment, but he never fully
recovered from his illness and died from a stroke in 1972 at the age of 58. Ada
died just more than a decade later from tuberculosis on May 29, 1983, aged 85,
in a nursing home in Palmer, Alaska; she was buried by his side.
For years, Billy had campaigned for formal
recognition by the State of Alaska of his mother’s bravery in the Arctic,
determined that her name not be forgotten, like so many Inuit people who were
hired to assist Arctic voyages and rarely credited for the critical roles they
played.
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