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the Great Cliff. I had reached the Grass Traverse when I heard voices in the mist above me, and a 
few minutes later a powerful man with red whiskers and a rope about his shoulders came towards 
me from the cliff. It was J. W. Robinson, a local farmer, who had laid the foundation of Cumberland 
climbing. He offered to show me some of the easier climbs. He had started that morning with a man 
named Owen Glynne Jones. Jones had insisted on trying to climb Steep Gill, which is for the most 
part a shallow gully of smooth slabs set at a dangerous angle. There is no reliable hold for hand or 
foot on the main pitch, which is some eighty feet high. As torrents of icy water were pouring over 
the crags, it was sheer foolhardiness to attempt it. Robinson had refused to do so, whereupon Jones 
had quarrelled with him and they had parted. 
I had every reason, later on, to agree with Robinson. I was only once on a rope with Jones. It was on 
Great Gable; the rocks were plastered with ice and a bitter wind was blowing. In such conditions 
one cannot rely on one's fingers. Our party proposed to descend the Oblique Chimney on the 
Ennerdale face. Robinson led the way down. The second man was a Pole named Lewkowitch, who 
was generally known as "Oils, fats and waxes", because of his expert knowledge of them and the 
personal illustration of their properties which he afforded. He had no experience of climbing and 
weighed about sixteen stone. It was up to me, as third man on the rope, to let him slowly down. I 
had, of course, to descend little by little, the rope being too short to allow me to lower him from 
the top. I soon found myself in the most difficult part of the chimney, very ill placed to manipulate 
a dangling ox. I looked up to Jones, the last man, to hold my rope so that I could give full attention 
to Lewkowitch, and saw to my horror that he was maintaining his equilibrium by a sort of savage 
war dance! He was hampered by a photographic apparatus which was strapped to his back. Robinson 
had urged him to lower it separately. As nor Einstein or the Blessed Virgin Mary was there to 
suspend the law of gravitation, I have no idea how we got to the bottom undamaged; but when we 
did I promptly took off the rope and walked home, utterly disgusted with the vanity which had 
endangered the party. Of course, there could only be one end to that sort of thing, and Jones ended 
by killing himself and three guides on the Zinal side of the Dent Blanche a few years later. 
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The imbecility of the accident is shown by the fact that the fifth member of the party, who was 
quite a beginner, found himself --- after the smash --- alone on the precipice. The guides had 
begged Jones not to attempt the pitch from which he fell, but he had persisted. The fifth man had 
hitched the rope over a rock and it had broken between him and the third guide. But this man, 
instead of going down to the valley, actually climbed the mountain, spent a night on the ridge and 
went down the next day to Zermatt. 
The dangers of mountaineering are ridiculously exaggerated. I have never known of any accident 
which was not due to ignorance or folly. Eckenstein, the greatest climber of his age, told me the 
same thing. 
Jones obtained the reputation of being the most brilliant rock climber of his time by persistent self-
advertisement. He was never a first-rate climber, because he was never a safe climber. If a 
handhold was out of his reach he would jump at it, and he had met with several serious accidents 
before the final smash. But his reputation is founded principally on climbs which he did not make at 
all, in the proper sense of the word. He used to go out with a couple of photographers and have 
himself lowered up and down a climb repeatedly until he had learnt its peculiarities, and then make 
the "first ascent" before a crowd of admirers. Now the essential difficulty of negotiating a pitch of 
any length is that one has to waste any amount of time and strength while one is finding out where 
the holds are. There is no credit at all in repeating a climb. 
Another trick of Jones' was to get his friends to make dates with other people to try various 
unclimbed places, and then to postpone the expedition on various pretexts until Jones had managed 
to negotiate it by the method above described. 
This conduct seemed to me absolutely unsportsmenlike. To prostitute the mountains to personal 
vanity is in fact something rather worse. And I had a taste of the malice of people's envy in my first 
week. A personal issue arose from the very start. Robinson happened to ask me if I had climbed in