Drømmen om Galapagos

Stein Hoff

Bibliography Texts
Introductory Photos
Foreword: 2014
Foreword: 1985
Part I
Shipwreck of the Bark Alexandra
The Galapagos Dream
Kristiana Journalists on Floreana
Hopes and Delays
Towards Galápagos
The Colony at Post Office Bay
Part II
The Pilot Cutter from Sandefjord
The Colony at Santa Cruz
With Ulva Across the Atlantic
The Sad Journey of Alatga
Randall's Galápagos Expedition
Part III
“Campo Noruego” on San Cristóbal
Expeditions That Were Never Realized
The First Years
Skipper Bruun
Dr. Ritter, the Baroness, and the Tragedy of Trygve Nuggerud
Part IV
“…about 75% happy with life”
The Thalassa Tragedy
Plantation at your Disposal
The Guldberg Family
El Rey de Patatas—The Potato King
Table I: Ship Specifications
Table II: Shareholders and Crews
Table III: Other Norwegian Colonists …

This English translation of the Norwegian original was done by Mrs. Friedel Horneman, with subsequent editing by Professor Robert I. Bowman. Except as noted, footnotes are those of the editors. Bold font, bright background in Table of Contents indicates the currently active page.


Casa Matriz (Mother House) was the first house built on Floreana by Norwegian settlers.
Photo, taken in December 1925, courtesy of Netta Næss, Larvik.


Taxidermist Erling Hansen, zoologist Alf Wollebæk and author John W. Nylander, who lived in a tent on Peninsular Oslo Museum, Floreana 1925, while they studied animals and built the biological station. Hansen and Wollebæk collected many animals and a large amount of scientific data. They demonstrated that the local sea lion is a distinct race and thus later described Zalophus californicus Wollebæki. Photo courtesy of the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.



Floreana colonists with freshly-picked oranges, in front of the Pirate Cave, August 1925. Photo courtesy of the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.


A children's parade on Santa Cruz, May 17, 1938, Norwegian National Day. There was insufficient colored paper to make the entire cross on the flags, so they became somewhat special. Standing in front of Ræder's house, in back row: Carmen Kübler (German), Gloria Lundberg (Swedish), Arne Graffer, Alf Kastdalen, Jacob Lundh and Erling Graffer. In front: Eric Lundh and Anne Stampa.

Foreword: 2014

An amazing number of years have lapsed since 1985 when my life seemed to revolve around Galápagos and anything remotely connecting the archipelago to Norway.

I had known since I was a teenager that fellow Norwegians had tried to settle in these remote and very exotic islands way out there in the Pacific (See the 1985 Foreword). In 1979 my wife and I had sailed to Galápagos with our two children and met many of these transplanted country-men and -women and heard many a strange story. There was no comprehensive work written yet, so in 1984, two years after completing our circumnavigation, I decided to collect all possible information, interview people back home and in the islands, produce a book and make a film about what happened to what once was a grand project of immigration and industry. To do this, as well as a similar project on children in Pitcairn Islands, I took an 18-months break from my work as a medical doctor.

The book (and what became a four-part TV documentary for the Norwegian TV-channel NRK made by photographer Lars Rørholt and myself) sold well, created a lot of interest, and Galápagos old-timer Elfriede “Mutti” Horneman, then a widow and living with her Galápagos-born daughter Friedel in Finnmark in the north of Norway, decided it had to be translated in 1986. (By strange coincidence her husband Jacob Horneman was also born in Finnmark, the most remote county of Norway.) By this time I was back working full-time as a medical doctor and still working on the Pitcairn project, so could not offer much help. But Professor Robert S. Bowman of San Francisco State University had visited the Hornemans and met many of the other Norwegians on several of his visits to Isla Santa Cruz in Galápagos, and supported her idea enthusiastically. He thought he could find an interested publisher. Bowman was a zoologist and an authority on Galápagos crustaceans and had several publications behind him. Fortunately I had the pleasure of eventually meeting him, his wife and his son (who did all the scanning) at his home in San Francisco in September 2001.

Our project suffered an unfortunate set-back when we discovered that the original plates from when the book was printed in Norway were lost. The publisher had merged with another publisher; a lot of original material was discarded or destroyed in the process (apparently due to storage problems) without informing me or other authors! I had returned almost all the photographs to their original owners, so most of the illustrations for the English-American edition were, as mentioned above, scanned by Bowman's son from one of the published books. This caused extra work and a poorer result.

“Mutti” sadly passed away before we could publish her work, Bob Bowman's health and energy was also failing, and publishers were not as enthusiastic about this strange story as the rest of us. When Bowman also passed away in 2006, John Woram volunteered to post the book on his Galapagos.to website. So for many years now John and I have been correcting errors and mistakes and improving the photographic material. Readers of the tables at the end of the book will, however, discover that we have not been able to find out what has eventually happened to everybody mentioned in the book. So if anybody has details or material of relevant interest, please let us know! One beauty of the Internet is that mistakes are easily corrected and relevant links easily inserted.

Being a historical document, with many of the characters being true originals in one of the most exotic places in the world, this book should always find some new enthusiasts out there in cyber-space. And who knows, maybe there might one day also be a paper edition.

Meanwhile, John and I do hope you enjoy this collection of many strange stories, and again my sincere thanks to the initiative of late Elfriede “Mutti” Horneman in Finnmark, to Professor Robert S. Bowman in California, and to the very much alive and active Galápagos- and Darwin-enthusiast John Woram (john@woram.com) in Rockville Centre, New York.

Gullaug, Norway,

Stein G. Hoff (steinghoff@gmail.com)

Foreword: 1985

My dream about Galápagos originated in 1962. At that time I read two books: Such Animals Exist (Slike dyr finnes) by Rolf Blomberg (Swedish) and Rundø—a book about sailing around the world by Erling Brunborg and Carl Emil Petersen (Norwegian).

Both books contained long chapters about the Galápagos Islands and their exotic animal life, and perhaps still stranger, about Norwegians who lived there. In a photograph in Blomberg's book, a fair-haired Norwegian man wanders amidst a landscape of cactus trees and lava boulders. In another, the author's daughter is playing with a grotesque-looking iguana.

The books relate stories not only about accidents, toil and deprivations but also about a fertile highland, about an agreeable tropical climate, about the good feeling of freedom, and about a friendly small community. The two round-the-world sailing adventurers, Brunborg and Peterson were entertained like royalty and enjoyed themselves so much that it was difficult for them to continue their travels westward!

I too wanted to visit Galápagos, preferably in my own boat, like the two aboard Rundø.

Seventeen years later the dream was to become a reality. In 1979, I arrived in Galápagos along with my family aboard the gaff-rigged ketch, Red Admiral. We met the Guldberg sisters on San Cristóbal, and Gordon Wold and the Kastdalen family on Santa Cruz, and learned about the Norwegian expeditions to Galápagos and about hard times and good times—mostly the latter.

We looked at photographs and documents, newspaper clippings and articles, and read a little about Norwegian-Galápagonians in various books. But we found no book describing the full fascinating history of the Norwegian emigration to the islands.

Five years later no one had yet documented the story. Soon, sixty years would have passed since the first one left Norway, so it became an urgent matter to pursue this project.

I decided to give it a try.

This book is like a puzzle, consisting of many separate pieces of information derived from very many sources. Without the extraordinary interest and goodwill of both private individuals and public institutions, it would not have been possible to complete the task. There are many who deserve thanks.

A few of the former colonists are still alive and helped me. To the three on Galápagos, namely Karin and Snefrid Guldberg and Thorvald Kastdalen, must be added Elfriede Horneman of Karpdalen, Kirkenes, Alvhild Stampa and Anne Carmen Mathiesen of Stokke, Karl Johansen of Olderskog, Einar Austlid of Ørsta, Håkon Hellner of Larvik, and Ane Koller of Hamar. Jabob P. Lundh (presently living in Oslo) was only four years old when he arrived at Santa Cruz in 1932. He has been an excellent source of information about Ecuador, Norwegians and natural history in Galápagos.§

§ Karin Guldberg died on 14 January 1996; Snefrid Guldberg 1991; Thorvald Kastdalen, 12 June 1987; Elfriede Horneman, 19 February 1997; Jacob Lundh, 19 March 2012. Others unknown, pending further research

Most of the material about the various expeditions, however, I have obtained from the surviving emigrants, relatives and friends. Netta Næss, and Anne Hesselberg of Larvik, Jacob Worm-Müller of Oslo, Karen Østmoen of Drammen, Siegfried Brunn Johannessen of Bergen, Arne Eilertsen of Oregon, Silvia Randall Andersen of Oslo, Sigmund Tuset of Steinkjer, Knut Wollebæk of Oslo, Knut Høiby of Oslo, the Robert Ødegard family of Tønsberg, Thelma Lea of Stavanger and Arnhild Utheim of Oslo.

I must also thank Vigdis and Peter Stapley, who lived on Santa Cruz for seven years, and now live in Moss. They helped with Spanish translation and literature searches and in making contacts in Galápagos.

Gayle Davis on Santa Cruz searched for relevant literature in the library of the Darwin Research Station and referenced or copied material of possible interest.

The Angermeyers in Santa Cruz, especially Carmen (née Kübler) and Karl, were valuable sources of information about the Norwegians they knew so well.

Dr. John Garth of Los Angeles, zoologist with the Hancock expeditions of the 1930's, has been an enormous help by making available his personal photographs and journal notes and facilitating contact with the Allan Hancock Foundation, University of Southern California.

Carl Emil Petersen and Trond Tommelstad have lent me their large collection of slides from Galápagos.

Erling Brunborg, who for many years collected material for a book, gave me all his notes and photographs.

Kristian Hosar of Lillehammer also turned over to me all the information he collected from articles appearing in the Gudbrandsdølen & Lillehammer Spectator about the wandering valley dwellers (døler).

Torkel Fagerli of Sandefjord, spent much time digging into public archives and the libraries in Sandefjord, Bergen and Oslo for old newspaper articles and information about people.

Arve Torkelsen at Grøndahl & Søn publishers has been an inspiring coach.

Finally, dear Diana, who believed that I might have more free time as an author, but ended up canceling our vacation for 1985; I will make up for it at another time. Thank you for your patience and inspiration.

Kristiansand, September 1985



The currents and not the marine iguanas are the real witches of the Enchanted Islands. Photo courtesy of the Allan Hancock Foundation, Los Angeles.

Part I

Shipwreck of the Bark Alexandra

May 1907

The bark Alexandra from Kristiania § has drifted for three months—three endless long months of calm and inactivity. Never has Captain Emil Petersen from Mandal or the 19 other men aboard experienced anything like this. For sure, not many of them have much sailing experience. Petersen himself has plowed the same route across the Pacific for six years, but a fair number of the crew are young people. In recent years it has been considerably more difficult to enlist an experienced crew. Alexandra is made of steel, thus slightly modern but still a pure sailing ship, a three-masted barque. But with few exceptions, Norwegian sailors prefer working aboard modern steamers.

§ The oldest name for the Norwegian capital was Oslo, but in the 1300s it was changed to Christiania. In the 1800s the spelling was changed to Kristiania and then back to Oslo in 1925.

Petersen would turn bitter when he recalled how most of his best sailors left him and signed on with the noisy smoke-spewing competitors.

Emil Petersen Emil Petersen from Mandal was skipper of the Alexandra from 1902 to 1907. Photo courtesy Gudrun & Ruth Ordrop.

He shields his eyes from the stinging sun, which is now right over the top of the mast. Everywhere there are blue skies with scarcely a cloud to be seen. Soon it is half-past twelve. The horizon lies hazy and fuzzy in the muggy heat. Nonetheless he takes the sun's elevation with his sextant and confirms his worst fear: they have drifted far to the northwest during the past 24 hours and are 20 nautical miles farther away from Ecuador and the South American coast. Imagine, they had this coast in sight more than three months ago!

The sails and pennants hang lifeless. Only now and then do they stir when a swell causes a little movement of the ship. The rigging creaks sorrowfully, accurately reflecting Petersen's own feelings.

Only God knows how often the skipper recalls the fateful delay at Newcastle, Australia. And the cause was simply that he could not round up a crew as quickly as on previous occasions when he prepared for the same sailing trip to Panamá.

Consequently, they remained in port nearly one month too long. Although it was over a year ago that the ship put into dock for scraping and caulking, the hull was not in too bad shape before the delay at Newcastle. But on the first day at sea Petersen realized that the ship's bottom was encrusted. Even with a good breeze it was impossible to exceed a speed of more than 7½ knots.

Anyway, in the roaring forties the ship progressed eastward toward South America. In a storm east of New Zealand, one of Alexandra's sails blew out because the crew was tardy in making it secure; but otherwise the sailing had gone smoothly and safely on the correct course all the time. There were some minor disciplinary problems but none so severe that the officers could not quickly restore peace and quiet. And now, after 163 days at sea, the hull is so overgrown with seaweed and goose-necked barnacles that below the waterline Alexandra resembles an intertidal rock more than a ship. The stern is especially bad. Petersen can see it when the ship rolls and a four to five inch long “beard” smacks the surface of the water. The vessel seems to be firmly attached to the sea! Without a favorable breeze, the Humboldt Current is the absolute ruler. Daily it pushes Alexandra 20 nautical miles or more in the wrong direction.

The steel-hulled barque Alexandra was built in Aberdeen in 1874 as a wool-clipper. During her last five years she transported coal from Australia to Panamá. Photo courtesy Norwegian Maritime Museum.

The mood aboard ship is not good. A couple of weeks after they were driven away from the enticing coastline, there was a mutinous state among the sailors. Part of the crew demanded one of the lifeboats so they might row ashore. It did not help to discourage them by explaining that what they intended to do was suicidal; that nobody could successfully row 400-500 nautical miles against the current. In fact, Petersen had to take out his revolver in order to bring the men to their senses.

But soon even Petersen's loyalty to the shipping line of Johanson & Co. at Kristiania begins to weaken. Soon life will be endangered whether or not one stays aboard. To literally sail into starvation is not a pleasant prospect.

From calculations made on the 7th of May, 1907, Petersen knows that the Galápagos Islands are just beyond the horizon. He keeps a lookout to the north but the haze limits visibility to barely 15 nautical miles. In every direction he has the same disheartening, unbroken panorama of sea and sky, sky and sea.

The same morning the steward, Gabriel Abrahamsen—who like the captain is from Mandal—tells him privately that there remain less than 100 liters (26 gallons) of drinking water. Confound it! Petersen looks at the glittering surface of the sea. Never has he used more than 70 days on this stretch. Being a conscientious person, he had ordered double rations of water and provisions to be put aboard. But who would have thought that Alexandra would drift for months like a phantom ship?

Normally, visibility at sea is best in the early morning. Captain Petersen is not surprised when at five thirty the next morning he sees the profiles of several islands to the north.

He has already discussed the matter with his second mate, the Scotsman Morrison. He also informs the cook Abrahamsen that he is thinking of abandoning the ship. Together they bring all the remaining water and provisions on deck in the shade of an awning. There is a short meeting with the crew. The officers explain the situation, point to the outlines of land, explaining that these are the Galápagos Islands, and read aloud what is written about the islands in the manual South America Pilot.

It became more and more difficult to call the crew to order. Several times the captain had to threaten them with a revolver when orders were not obeyed. Sketch by Jacob Sømme from The Crew of the Barque Alexandra.

The crew is informed that from earlier times the islands were well known to pirates and whalers. The old Spaniards gave the islands the nickname Las Islas Encantadas—the enchanted islands—because of the currents which gave the impression that the islands kept moving. The manual also states that there are fish and tortoises in abundance. Some islands have fruit trees remaining on abandoned plantations, and in the highlands of these islands may be found sources of fresh water. Such an island is the one that is nearest, Floreana, 35 nautical miles east-northeast. The only island with permanent inhabitants is San Cristóbal, still farther to the northeast. In actual fact, there was at this time a settlement on Isabela too.

Now that the captain has resigned, the crew hesitates no longer. All of them decide to row to Floreana, obtain provisions and then continue to San Cristóbal.

The pile of provisions on deck is pitifully small. It is divided into two portions, one portion stowed aboard each of the two lifeboats together with 20 liters of water. Nine men follow the first mate in one boat, the remaining nine follow the captain into the other. All the Norwegians are in the latter boat. In addition to Petersen they are Abrahamsen the steward, both from Mandel, another steward and the ship's carpenter Herman Karlsen, both from Botne in Vestfold.

Before they abandon Alexandra, they write a message in several languages, explaining the circumstances, and nail it to the deck. Then they hoist the Norwegian flag on the mizzen mast and light the lanterns. After this they leave Alexandra to herself. The vessel is in good shape and with a full cargo of 2300 tons of coal aboard.

The rowboat with the first mate manages to reach Floreana in three days. The seamen procure food and water and continue on to the inhabited island of San Cristóbal where they arrive in good shape on May 19th. From San Cristóbal they obtain passage to Guayaquil on the Ecuadorian mainland with the schooner Manuel J. Cobos. At the Norwegian consulate they file an official report. The first mate explains that the two boats kept together for two days and nights before they lost sight of each other. His guess is that the captain's boat drifted off and landed on Isabela or Santa Cruz.

An Ecuadorian naval ship is sent to the Galápagos to look for the missing sailors. Near Iguana Cove at the southwest point of Isabela, they find the Alexandra wrecked and broken in two. But the afterdeck of the ship is still dry and standing upright on its keel, the Norwegian flag waving defiantly in the breeze. They find no other sign of humans, and when the naval vessel returns to the continent, the ten missing sailors are declared perished.

Hans Erichsen was the cousin of Emil Petersen and also was from Mandal. He chartered the schooner Isadora Jacinta to search for survivors from the Alexandra. Photo courtesy Gudrun & Ruth Ordrup.

But at home in Mandal, Petersen's relatives fear that the search was not thorough enough. Another person from Mandal, Hans Erichsen in Chile, becomes involved in the matter. He has prospered so handsomely through the country's saltpeter mines that he can afford to charter the small schooner Isadora Jacinta to undertake a more thorough search. The skipper is a German named Bohnhoff. He knows the island localities, and his schooner is easy to maneuver in shallow waters.

Bohnhoff and his Isadora Jacinta do a thorough job. After searching three other islands, the schooner arrives at Santa Cruz where eight of the ten shipwrecked sailors are found alive.

By now, the men from Alexandra have suffered half a year of the most uncomfortable Robinson Crusoe existence. The two who died are young Fred Jeff from the USA and a German, Martin Schaeffer. The eight survivors are in wretched condition and cannot get away from the island fast enough. While they eat and drink to regain strength, they describe their sufferings under the equatorial sun.

On the third night, when they lost contact with the other boat, they drifted off course, going too far north. At dawn, when they realized their situation, they first tried to row against the current in an effort to reach Floreana as planned.

For several days they persisted before giving up and then headed for Santa Cruz instead. On the twelfth day they reached shore. They managed to land their boat on a small beach between black fissured lava rocks, but were so weak that they could barely crawl around in a desperate search for something to drink. No one had strength enough to drag the boat higher up the beach.

When they returned after drinking dirty rainwater found amidst the thorn scrub, it was too late. The high tide had moved the boat. It was already wrecked, and practically all their fishing gear, guns, and other equipment was destroyed or lost. Six months of indescribable misery will follow.

“A ship! A ship!” The Isadora Jacinta finds the survivors after six months. Sketch by Jacob Sømme from The Crew of the Barque Alexandra.

They make the mistake of remaining in the cactus-studded coastal region of the island. Here they will never find fresh water or the fruits that grow in the interior of the island. For the most part they live on marine turtles, which they kill when the animals crawl up on the beach after sunset.

During the first days ashore, the Captain carries Alexandra's gold in a money belt around his waist; but this proves too heavy and uncomfortable. Some days later he decides to bury the gold—valued at 600 pounds Sterling—on one of the beaches. Several of the crew are present as witnesses so as to be sure they can locate the hiding place at a later time.

When Isadora Jacinta picked up the bearded and emaciated crew, nobody remembered to retrieve the money belt. It was only in Guayaquil ten days later that one of the crew suddenly jumped up from his chair screaming, “The Gold! The Gold!” As far as is known, the gold still rests in peace out of reach of Norwegians and countless others who have later tried to locate Petersen's money belt.

Thus Norwegians made their first sacrifice to the ancient Galápagos dieties. It would not be their last.

The map shows where the Alexandra was abandoned (red dot) and the path of the two rowboats to two islands. Because of the strong currents, the captain's boat drifted north and was later shipwrecked on Santa Cruz. The first mate's boat arrived at the settlement on San Cristábal without loss of life.

The Galápagos Dream

A relaxed Christmas atmosphere on the porch of Casa Matriz, Floreana, 1925. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

Olaf Eilertsen, Aug. F. and La Compania de Floreana

Emil Petersen, the captain of Alexandra, is tired of the sea. He stays ashore and prefers not to talk about his adventures in Galápagos. It doesn't help matters that the newspapers are full of reports about Alexandra's strange voyage or that he is celebrated as a hero on returning home. From his point of view there's little to be proud of, having left his ship valued at 30,000 pounds Sterling (which Lloyds replaced while pointing out the disgrace of abandoning a ship in perfect condition). It is also humiliating to think that Alexandra drifted ashore only 30 nautical miles from Port Villamil, Isabela, where they might have obtained help to rescue her and save themselves. In addition, he forgot the ship's gold, buried on a Galápagos beach. But worst of all is the nagging responsibility he feels for the two sailors who perished.

The other Norwegians from Alexandra do not grieve so badly. Gabriel Abrahamsen and Herman Karlsen like to talk about their adventures at sea. Karlsen's favorite topic of conversation is the half-year that he was shipwrecked. And the gold that he also forgot, as well as many other stories about buried treasures, make listeners' eyes sparkle. About the same time that Karlsen and his companions struggled to survive on Santa Cruz, a buried pirate treasure was actually found on Genovesa, one of the other islands of the Galápagos.

Olaf Eilertsen was an experienced skipper from Larvik. In 1911 he met Herman Karlsen, the carpenter from the Alexandra, and began dreaming about expeditions to Galápagos. Photo courtesy Arne Eilertsen.

Soon enough, danger and hardship fade into the background, replaced by memories of excitement and exotic nature. Santa Cruz becomes a dream island. Did not Captain Bohnhoff relate that the highlands were so fertile that one could almost see bananas and papayas shooting out of the red-brown soil? And did not the giant tortoises reach a weight of over 300 kilos (about 660 pounds)—like wandering tin cans with the finest contents imaginable!

As the years pass, stories about Galápagos become more and more colorful. And when Herman Karlsen signs on as carpenter aboard Fiery Cross before the first World War, skipper Olaf Eilertsen becomes one of his keenest listeners. Eilertsen, who was 28 years old when the news about Alexandra spread throughout the country, is fascinated by the report. He begins to collect charts and literature about this island group.

In the autumn of 1924, Eilertsen is a central figure in a group of restless and adventurous men who meet in Larvik. The seven or eight friends agree that their opportunities in the Old Country are rather limited. One must go abroad! But now it is not so easy to immigrate to the United States. Of course, Canada is an alternative, but if one were to leave Norway, shouldn't one try to go to a place with a milder climate?

Olaf Eilertsen always carried his charts and stories to these meetings. And late at night, with tobacco smoke thick beneath the ceiling, and glasses of ale leaving new stains on the Galápagos charts, they daydream. The charts were already cluttered with pencilled notes and small sketches, and judging from these there were more treasures than sand on the beaches of Galápagos!

Eilertsen has other sources of information than Herman Karlsen's stories. He knows the very same Aug. F. Christensen of Sandefjord (Eilertsen's cousin Signe was married to Christensen), Ecuador's consul in Norway, and the man behind a series of newspaper articles about the fantastic Galápagos Islands.

“Aug. F.”

August F. Christensen—or “Aug. F.” as he is known among friends—is the son of Norwegian whaling pioneer Christen Christensen. In 1905 at the age of 17, Aug. F. was aboard his father's Steamship Admiralen when this, the world's first modern whale-factory ship headed for the Antarctic. From 1907 to 1914 he was head of whaling operations on South Shetland Island and in Chile. While in Chile he spent time travelling and studying the coast of several countries in South America, and taught himself Spanish and English.

Aug. F. had scientific interests too, participated in research, produced charts and published articles. Gradually he became more and more interested in the populations of whales along the coast of Ecuador and around Galápagos. On his way home to Norway in 1914 he was interviewed by the newspaper Nordisk Tidende in New York, and on Thursday February 26, one could read on the front page that the young (he was now 26 years old) whaling chief had been granted whaling concessions in Perú and Ecuador. Moreover, he obtained permission to “allow a Norwegian company, under the Ecuadorian flag, to use the island of Floreana in Galápagos.”

Aug. F. Christensen had an early interest in whaling possibilities and the exploitation of natural resources in Galápagos. From 1918, he was Ecuador's Consul in Norway. Photo courtesy Knut Høiby.

Later the same year, a series of articles by Aug. F. Christensen about the Galápagos Islands appear in Norwegian newspapers. However, an expedition to the archipelago would not materialize for many more years. The reason might have been the same as 30 years earlier, when plans about northern emigration to Galápagos were “put on hold.” It was in the 1880s that a company was formed in Ecuador for the purpose of inviting emigrants from Switzerland and Scandinavia to settle in Galápagos. At that time it was feared that the USA or some other great power might annex the strategically-situated but sparsely-populated islands. In 1886, Adolfo Beck—one of the men who initiated the forming of “La Compania Colonizadora Suizo-Escandinavia”—presented to the Ecuadorian Government a list of names of those who wanted to travel. (“Distinguished, hard working sailors and fishermen excellently qualified to colonize the islands.”) He also indicated that more information could be expected to follow.

But the government in Quito required that all who colonized Galápagos should immediately become Ecuadorian citizens. Beck could not accept these terms and the plan was never implemented. If Aug. F. Christensen received the same information in 1914, it may explain why nothing more was heard of his plans until nine years later.

By 1923 Christensen has been living back in Norway for several years. He has followed family tradition of becoming a shipowner and a Consul. Serving as Ecuadorian Consul from 1918, he had an excellent opportunity to reactivate his colonization plans. Finally he reached an agreement which gave 20 hectares of land to each Norwegian who might colonize Galápagos, and exemption from taxes for the first ten years. Moreover, they would be permitted to retain their Norwegian citizenship. Christensen and his group also obtained the rights to all hunting, fishing and trapping on the uninhabited islands which Norwegians might colonize!

In February 1923, he was able to invite all “honorable Norwegians” to settle on these “islands of opportunities.” But it was not until one and a half years later, when Olaf Eilertsen tells him about the burning interest in Galápagos among his companions at home in Larvik that something is about to happen.

Aug. F. and his influential brother Lars propose the founding of a joint stock company, which would organize and finance a Norwegian colonization attempt in Galápagos. The company will be named La Compania de Floreana.

Kristiania Journalists on Floreana

Nowhere in his many articles about Galápagos during the years 1914 to 1925 does Aug. F. Christensen write about himself visiting the islands. Normally one would have expected references to times and places if he had been ashore; therefore one may conclude that until August 1925 Christensen never set foot upon the black lava shores—not even on Floreana with which he was so preoccupied. If this assumption is correct, none of the leaders or other members of the 1925 and 1926 expeditions had any personal experience with the islands. They must have been inspired through second- and third-hand sources of information.

Without counting the three men from the Alexandra, we only know for certain that three other Norwegians had spent more than a few hours ashore prior to 1925: they are the Kristiania journalists Finn Støren, Per Bang, and Bang's good friend Jens Aschehoug.

Sailing on the Cæsar was an adventure in South American folklore. The deck was crowded with passengers, fishermen, fishing equipment and provisions. Pigs and dogs moved about freely. Photo courtesy Robert Ødegård.

In December 1921, the three arrived via Panamá in Guayaquil, Ecudaor's main seaport. Here they temporarily separated. Støren remained on the continent while the other two travelled the 600 miles west to Galápagos aboard the Cæsar, a 40-ton, two-masted schooner. On the main island of San Cristóbal they were to meet the governor and arrange permission to stay. They intended to remain a few months on uninhabited Floreana. As it turned out, the island's head man was away, but in his place they got to know the 24-year old Manuel Augusto Cobos.

After the infested tropical slum quarters of the Port of Guayaquil, where they rarely met anyone who spoke anything but Spanish, the two men were happily surprised to meet such a fine, well-educated gentleman. He spoke French and English fluently, rode about dressed impeccably in a white suit, and lived in lofty style surrounded by servants and a number of beautiful young women. And most remarkable of all, he seemed uninterested in bribes or payment.

Señor Cobos was hospitality itself, and the Norwegians were promptly invited to be guests in his home for some days.

The transition from Cæsar, where the deck was crowded with provisions, passengers, domestic animals and dogs, to Cobos' spacious hacienda, was unexpected and pleasant. Here in the village of Progreso, three hundred meters above sea-level, the air was fresh compared to the sweltering heat of the coast.

The village of Progreso is 300 meters above sea-level on Isla San Cristóbal. In the mid-1920s it had about 300 inhabitants. Photo courtesy Robert Ødegård.

After an excellent dinner their host escorted Bang and Aschehoug to the south-facing shaded veranda. A barefoot servant followed, helped each guest to find a comfortable seat, and saw to it that nothing was lacking. Satisfied and happy, the two sat and conversed with their amiable host. Cigars were lit, and while the two from Norway sipped an excellent French cognac and admired the stars through the mosquito netting, Don Manuel told of his father's life and fate. But first they got a resumé of island history.

Pirates and Whalers

The first European to arrive at the Galápagos Islands was Fray Tomás de Berlanga, Bishop of Panamá. In a calm, he drifted away from the coast with his caravel and by chance arrived at the island group in 1535. Desperately in search of drinking water, he went ashore on several islands, and later on described the strange animals and the dry cactus country that he found there.

During the next 300 years the islands continued to be a no-man's land, visited mainly by pirates and whalers. There were los Galápagos, the giant tortoises which made the islands especially attractive to seamen. It was as if they were specially designed for the dark deep holds beneath the decks of sailing ships. Here they were stacked as ballast. To the sailors' astonishment and delight they lived up to a year without light, food or water before they landed in the soup pots. An estimated 200,000 Galápagos were hauled away in this barbarous way. And so the tortoises gave the name “Galápagos” to the island group.§

§ “Galápago” is a Spanish name for tortoise or a mantlet or great wooden shield covered with hides to protect an assailant from the bullets of sharpshooters. (Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia vol. III, p. 2432.)

Except for this, the naming of individual islands was marked by disagreement and confusion. Each island had at least two names assigned to it, one English and one Spanish. With few exceptions, the Spanish names are now the official ones. Bishop Tomás himself never proposed names, but during the following decades Las Islas Encantadas was used. The name “Enchanted Islands” derives from the fact that ocean currents often played—and still do play—tricks on seafarers: the islands seem to be moving around, luring ships to reefs and rocky islands, as if directed by evil forces.

Until 1832 nobody lived on the islands for any length of time, apart from shipwrecked sailors and an alcoholic Irishman named Patrick Watkins. In 1807 he deserted a ship which was anchored at Post Office Bay to capture tortoises and leave mail. The famous barrel at Post Office Bay is probably the world's oldest “post office.” It is still there after more than 200 years. The barrel itself is replaced periodically as it deteriorates, but the system is timeless: mariners and others passing by forward mail to each other.

For three years and possibly longer, the red-haired Patrick lived in a shelter on Floreana. He cultivated a few vegetables, which he sold to visiting ships in exchange for liquor. It is reported that potential customers often had to search amidst the grass and bushes to find the helpless drunk. He could not, however, have been completely lacking in initiative because he soon tired of his loneliness. One day he stole a rowboat and some weapons, kidnapped three sailors and forced them to sail with him to the Ecuadorian mainland. When the boat finally arrived, the Irishman was the only one aboard. Authorities in Guayaquil, who believed that he had killed and eaten the others, threw him into prison where he spent the rest of his life. Nevertheless, Patrick is regarded as the first human colonist on Galápagos.

In 1832, ten years had passed since Ecuador declared independence from Spain. General José Villamil visited the islands and feared that a foreign nation might be tempted to annex them. Since they were situated due west of Ecuador, he thought it logical that they should become part of the new republic. Lacking a navy, an army colonel was sent to take charge of official matters. In a ceremony on February 12, 1832 at Post Office Bay in the presence of some whalers and a handful of soldiers, the whole island group was annexed. Shortly thereafter a small colony was established on the island with General José Villamil himself as head man.§

§ February 12, an official holiday, is now known as Galápagos Day. Coincidently, Charles Darwin was born on this date in 1809!

Three years later, when Charles Darwin visited the islands during the famous voyage of the Beagle around the world, he found a well organized colony of about 250 inhabitants.

However, problems arose when the government in Quito expelled pardoned prisoners to Floreana. The colony soon broke up because of internal conflicts. This situation was later repeated in a new colonization experiment with prisoners. Over a period of some ten years, two governors were killed and a third forced to flee, while the tortoises were hunted to extinction on the island. After one of the periodic drought years, some colonists established themselves on San Cristóbal but most returned to the continent. Floreana was once more left to the sea lions, iguanas and birds.

A group of islands, spread over 80,000 square kilometers (50,000 square miles) and nearly uninhabited, is difficult to administer. When Ecuador elected a president with a religious preoccupation, he wanted to resume colonization and, at the same time, abolish prostitution in the country. He thought he had found the ideal solution to both problems when he shipped 300 prostitutes all at once to Floreana. The women received soap, cooking utensils and a few other items, but they had to arrange food and housing for themselves. Men were not to live on the island.

Since Floreana's tortoises were exterminated, whalers did not stop there as frequently as in former years. But an island exclusively inhabited by 300 easy-going women could not be resisted by sailors! It was not long before all the prostitutes had returned to the South American mainland aboard various ships. Until the government in Quito was overthrown, they stayed south of the Ecuadorian border in Perú.

Manuel J. Cobos

In 1869, Manuel Julian Cobos, a man of Spanish descent and father of Manuel Augusto, became interested in San Cristóbal Island. The elder Cobos had great influence both in business and politics. He managed to get mainland prisoners assigned to him, employing them as forced laborers on San Cristóbal.

Within a short time he had constructed a seven kilometer-long road from the southeast shore of the main bay up into the fertile highlands. Here he founded a village with 200-300 inhabitants. The community was given the benevolent name of “Progreso” and his house “Hacienda Progreso.” After several years of hectic construction activity, the sugarcane and coffee plantations yielded a good harvest. A modern steam-powered sugar factory was built. At the factory there was also a steam-driven generator, and electric lights were installed. Down at the bay, later known as Wreck Bay because of the conspicuous shipwreck in the middle of the entrance, a small wharf with rail tracks was constructed. Here the governor's house and the island's only lighthouse were also located. With the help of a German engineer, pipes were laid from the crater lake, “El Junco,” in the highlands, to Progreso and down to the wharf. In South America around the turn of the century, interior electric lights and piped water were real luxuries. Progreso lived up to its name during these early years.

The schooner Manuel J. Cobos, named after Progreso's founder, moored along the jetty in Wreck Bay. Photo courtesy Arne Falk-Rønne.

The schooner, which linked the islands with the continent, was the lifeline of the community and was named after the head man himself. It took care of transporting the island's products eastward to Guayaquil, and the principal provisions back west to the growing island community.

The prisoners on San Cristóbal worked like slaves without salary. The demands of the head man and his supervisors were often inhumane, with punishment for laziness and disobedience ranging from flogging and solitary confinement to exile on one of the a desolate islands or even execution. Don Manuel did not hesitate to personally perform the punishments.

“My father's methods showed that our family descends from Spain!—… the Spanish inquisition I am referring to,” the junior Manuel commented dryly. Bang stared at him, but the tropical night made it impossible to detect any facial expression. The host continued to relate how his father's ruthlessness finally led to an uprising, as gradually he started to demand as much from regular employees as from ex-prisoners. On the first bloody rebellion he was hurt, retreated, and some days later took cruel revenge. But in 1904 his days were numbered. One of his formerly faithful foremen, Colombian Elias Puertes, could no longer tolerate his dictatorial methods. In a final revolt he stole Cobos' revolver, and from close quarters shot three bullets into his superior's face and abdomen. It is incredible that Cobos managed to escape through a bedroom window on the first floor, and crawled away to hide in the bushes, but he was soon found by his enraged employees who hacked him to death with machetes.

“The bedroom in which my father lived is located directly behind us,” Cobos Jr. said. Even though comfortably seated in easy chairs, with the taste of excellent cognac against their palates, a shiver ran down the spines of Bang and Aschehoug. They stared at their host. They noticed the revolver that Cobos carried in his belt since they first met him down at the harbor. Why had he not taken it off?


Left: When Jens Aschehoug and Per Bang visited Galápagos in 1922, the steam-powered sugar factory was in full operation, but decay had set in. Photo courtesy Sylvia Randall Andersen.
Right: Rogerio Alvarado was married to Josefina, Manuel Cobos' older sister. He lived most of the time in Guayaquil. Photo courtesy Robert Ødegård.

“I was only six years old when my father was killed,” continued Cobos. “I lived on the continent and hardly had any contact with him. I remember him only vaguely. My sister Josephine was 15 years old. Shortly afterwards she married Rogerio Alvarado, and it was they who took over management of the island after my father's death. I was sent to Paris and London to receive an education and learn languages. Among other things I studied sugar production, so at the present time I try as best I can to keep the old factory going.”

He waved his arm with an easy going gesture, and the two Norwegians laughed, much relieved as the sinister mood was broken. They understood that Cobos Jr. was a more peaceful and less hard-working man than his notorious father. Obviously he would have liked to live a more intellectually-stimulating life. And he missed the sweet and easy going student life in Paris. “C'est ne pas gay ici,” sighed Cobos, as he emptied his glass and added, “but 15,000 kilos (33,000 pounds) of sugar each month are also sweet!” He rose from his chair and bid his guests good night.

“A Happy Time in the Interesting Pacific Islands”

In the absence of the governor, Cobos and Alvarado gave permission to Bang and Aschehaug to stay for a few months on Floreana. Cobos helped them to obtain a donkey called Conejo for 30 sucres (1 sucre was worth about 1 krone or 15 cents US at that time) and an extra hand for 1 sucre a day in the form of a Chilean, whose real name they could never remember, so they only referred to him as “Chili.”

Supplies were checked and supplemented with three hens and a rooster before Cæsar carried the two adventurers on the last short stretch westward to Floreana. They were put ashore at Black Beach road on the 24th of January, 1922.

Subsequently there followed nearly three months of Robinson Crusoe-like life. They first lived in a tent on the beach but after some days moved up to the old pirate cave in the highlands, about 8 kilometers (5 miles) from Black Beach road.

Here they found rumors to be correct; there were large numbers of domestic animals gone wild, including cattle, horses, donkeys, goats and pigs, but it was far from easy to catch them. It is a paradox in this island group that the indigenous wildlife show little fear of humans yet the feral descendents of domesticated animals brought by sailors and settlers are nearly impossible to approach!

There were also many wild dogs on the island. Together with wild boars and bulls these animals were most feared by the superstitious locals. Some were so afraid of being attacked that when they traveled to Floreana to fish, they refused to walk more than a few yards from the beach. Although nervous, Chili reluctantly agreed to accompany the two Norwegians when they moved into the large pirate cave. Here old names and dates were carved into the soft tuffacious rock around the opening of the cave. Benches, shelves, and a fireplace with a chimney through the roof had also been constructed and remained just as they were for generations. The nearby freshwater spring had obviously attracted many many a visitor.

When night had fallen and darkness stood like a wall against the cave opening, it was important to keep one's imagination under control. The men did not get much sleep until they became accustomed to the songs of crickets, occasionally mixed with the lowing of cattle, and the barking and growling of dogs—and stopped anticipating the sighing and groaning of deceased cave dwellers!

As might be expected, shovels were used for activities other than erecting poles and fences. But they did not find any pirate's treasure around the cave or at the beach.

Animals they managed to catch were intended to be confined behind fences and barbed wire. Some cows were trapped in snares, but after being dragged into the enclosure, they quickly broke out again. Wild donkeys proved too clever to be lured into snares. So, they had to be satisfied with Conejo and the chickens.

Towards the end of March Cæsar dropped anchor again bringing Finn Støren to join his friends. But first, the three went on Cæsar for a week's cruise to Isabela to visit the other settlement in the island group.

Sailing with the current to Isabela was quick. There the Norwegians visited the island's two small villages with a total of a hundred inhabitants. Port Villamil is situated on the southern coast and sightseeing there was soon completed. But to get to Santo Tomás they had to ride inland on horseback for five hours. Just as today, Galápagos saddles were made from hardwood. Unaccustomed to this mode of transportation, three rather stiff and sore tourists late that night crawled back aboard Cæsar.

The return trip to Floreana was a near repetition of the Alexandra cruise 15 years earlier. The hull of Cæsar was well overgrown, and in the plankton-rich water it became worse when the wind abated. For 14 days they tacked and drifted, drifted and tacked, before altogether giving up their attempt to reach Floreana. Instead, they sailed up Isabela's west coast to the famous Tagus Cove. This bay is considered the best harbor in the islands. The numerous names carved and painted on the surrounding cliffs revealed its popularity among sailors, especially from times when tortoises were plentiful. Not a drop of fresh water was to be found here, but with plenty of fish and sea turtles they did not suffer, and could continue their voyage up the west coast and around the northern end of Isabela. Once again they tried to tack south to Floreana.

The old pirate cave was the haunt of Achehoug, Bang and “Chili” for most of the time they were on Floreana. They would close off the cave with a tarpaulin at night and when it rained. Photo from the Norwegian book Galápagos, Verdens Ende: Det Norske Paradis paa Sydamerikas Vestkyst, 1926, Oslo (“Galápagos, World's End: The Norwegian Paradise on South America's West Coast.”)

On the 25th day Cæsar still drifted with limp sails only 20 nautical miles from Isabela's northern tip. The Norwegians realized that they would never return to Black Beach Road. Støren, especially, was upset at having missed the experience of staying ashore, but now there was only talk of survival.

Thirty-five days after leaving Port Villamil they finally arrived at Esmeraldas, mainland Ecuador's northernmost coastal town. The event was described by Per Bang himself: “As quickly as we could we walked to the town's only hotel and ordered a magnificent meal. But being unaccustomed to large amounts of food, the effect was like brandy on a savage, and soon I found myself beneath the table. Thus ended the voyage. But in retrospect I have only pleasant memories about the happy time on the interesting Pacific islands.”

Hopes and Delays

The Galápagos fur seal was once heavily hunted, nearly to the point of extinction. Photo courtesy Allan Hancock Foundation.

The fact that Norwegian and local lives were endangered while aboard Cæsar in 1922 did not seem to frighten the promoters of La Compania de Floreana. Time softens unpleasant memories, and we have to believe Bang when, a few years later, he described the months in Galápagos as such happy ones.

Finn Støren, who spent more time adrift in the waters between the islands than ashore, made some weighty pronouncements:

“At the time I visited the islands there were two colonies, one on San Cristóbal and another on Isabela (Albemarle). The former had about 200, the latter about 100 inhabitants. They were happy people. There were wives who prepared food. A cabin in which to live, food in unlimited quantities, together with total and infinite freedom to be enjoyed in the world's best climate. Is that not happiness? Could one wish for anything better? On San Cristóbal there are about 1,000 acres of cultivated land but there could be tenfold more. The soil is more-or-less free of rocks and easy to cultivate. About 10,000 cattle roam freely, but there is room for 50,000. It is a marvellous island, with water in abundance. Altogether there are five larger islands of similar fertility, some bigger, some smaller than Cristóbal. On these islands there should also be soil for new undertakings. Colonists could settle either on San Cristóbal, Isabela, Floreana, Santa Cruz or Santiago, all of which present great opportunities. The problem of water can be solved satisfactorily. All is arranged by nature so that an industrious and energetic colonist could be happy…”

Støren continues, mentioning commercial enterprises that he thinks would be profitable:

Støren considers how a Norwegian colony in the islands should be organized after the colonists have arrived. His perceptions are worth quoting, if for no other reason than to reflect the Norwegian attitude about Latin Americans in the 1920s:

“A question repeatedly asked: Why have the Ecuadorians themselves not utilized the islands?“

“The reason, you will see, is that Ecuador is a very large country, about the size of France, but with only two million inhabitants. Of these about 100,000 are whites, while native American Indians compose the bulk of the population.

“These whites, who possess the intelligence and energy, own, for this reason an abundance of good land within the mainland borders. It is inconceivable for an Ecuadorian to look for challenge overseas, all the more since they are not sailors and have little or no understanding of the value of the ocean.

“An Ecuadorian is accustomed to the climate where he now lives, and he sees abundant future work for himself and his family in his own country. They are not interested in other places to colonize, which have the same or perhaps better possibilities.”

If one considers Støren's detailed narrative as well as quotations from the invitation of February 1923 of Ecuador's consul general in Norway, Aug. F. Christensen, one can better understand why so many believed that Galápagos was the land of the future:

Whatever interests Norwegians may have, I will recommend Floreana as the best starting point. What possibilities are there on Floreana and the rest of the islands?

  1. Firstly as a supply port, since with the opening of the Panamá Canal, there will be ample scope for trade in coal, crude oil and other supplies.
  2. Whaling, sealing and fishing generally. (Christensen illustrates with quotations from Dr. Wolf who, during an expedition, stated that whales, seals, mussels, fish, sea turtles and lobsters were found in abundance.)
  3. Colonization.
  4. The running of hotels and facilities for bathing and recreational opportunities such as hunting and fishing.
  5. Cultivation and utilization of the islands' natural resources. These are as follows:
    1. Salt, lime and sulfur-mines.
    2. Pastures, where, as mentioned, domestic animals already occur in a semi-wild state, including cattle, donkeys, goats, sheep, pigs and chickens.
    3. The fertile soil where there is successful cultivation … (He mentions the same domestic plants as did Støren).
    4. The less fertile soil … (Here he mentions the orchilla lichen for the extraction of dye, wood for fuel, and tortoises for valuable meat and oil.)
    5. The coastal regions: Land and marine iguanas still occurring in the thousands along with sea turtles, sun themselves on slopes where they lay their tasty eggs.
  6. And finally, seen from a more scientific point of view, to study and utilize the island's rare and most interesting flora and fauna.

After reviewing at length Ecuador's laws and explaining how well the authorities arrange everything for the colonists (among other things, exemption from tax for ten years with a possible extension), towards the end of the pamphlet, in six foolscap pages, there appears the following:

Until recently the remoteness of this country has been disadvantageous for its participation in world trade, but with the opening of the Panamá Canal there has been a great change. The shipping routes between Ecuador and Europe has been shortened by more than fifty percent. Everyone understands what this means for the country's development. The country's own sons and the foreigners who come to Ecuador, move mainly along the big rivers into the interior to the frontier cocoa plantations, to oil fields, gold and silver mines, and to the valuable forests and extensive plains of the east, leaving the islands in the ocean to the people of sea-faring nations who first settle on them; and why should they not be Norwegians?

And best of all the famous invitation which caught the attention of Norwegians all over the country, and which about 300 took so seriously that they sold their houses, land, and winter clothing:

The Ecuadorian Government welcomes every honest Norwegian.

Quito & Guayaquil, January 1914/February 1923
Aug. F. Christensen

The first expedition needed no advertisement for crew and participants. This was good material for newspapers—a more exotic place could hardly be imagined than the Galápagos Islands in the Pacific. One portrayed a Norwegian trade and whaling station with visions of a Norwegian takeover and settlements complete with Norwegian flags on tall flagpoles in front of white-painted houses!

The consular office in Sandefjord received telephone calls and visits from people who wanted more details, all of whom received a copy of the brochure with the invitation. Summaries were published in newspapers, first throughout Vestfold county, later in the rest of the country.

Christensen and Eilertsen could choose from scores of interested young men, often well-educated. There were craftsmen, agriculturists, engineers and teachers, some of whom were newly educated but out of work and filled with adventurous spirit and self-reliance. At the same time as details about the nature and purpose of the expedition began to take shape, the company decided to buy a Swedish three-masted motor-schooner named Start. She was in good shape, in spite of being built of steel in Scotland back in 1895. Her auxiliary engine was a Swedish Bolinder diesel.

M/S Floreana

Accompanied by a crew of nine, Eilertsen took possession of the schooner at Gævle, Sweden. From there they set sail on December 12, 1924 bound first for Gotland Island to take on a cargo of limestone. Though Start seemed a suitable name for this first expedition ship, the schooner was renamed Floreana.

The trip became unexpectedly difficult for the schooner with its new name and crew. Part of the machinery broke down and Bothnia Bay § was at its winter worst. Plans to get home for Christmas had to be abandoned.

§ Part of the Gulf of Bothnia between Sweden and Finland.

On Christmas Eve they found shelter in a small Swedish port. The next phase of the voyage became even more dramatic when, during a storm, the chief engineer suddenly became unconscious. Eilertsen accepted an offer of assistance from a steamer and sailed into Copenhagen. At the hospital the sick man was found to be suffering from a brain hemorrhage. A new engineer-machinist was hired, and after a delay of eight days in Denmark, Floreana was on her way to Sarpsborg, Norway. Here they unloaded the limestone before the last short trip across the Oslofjord to Sandefjord.

Meanwhile, the newspapers Amtstidende and Tønsberg Blad eagerly latched onto rumors of near wreckage, unpaid salvage wages, an epidemic among the crew and quarantine in Copenhagen. Apparently, many members should have withdrawn from the expedition.

The following day it was all denied by Christensen. “Nonsense, utter rubbish and amazing intrigue,” he stated bluntly. According to Christensen, the rumors originated from a man in Larvik whose request to participate in the expedition had been declined because of poor conduct.

Expedition to Galápagos

Beginning in November 1924, newspapers carried news of La Colonia de Floreana and Christensen's planned Galápagos expedition. A photo in Sandefjords Blad, January 2, 1925 shows the future expedition ship in Sweden while still named Start.
Caption under photo (not shown): As a follow-up to our article of Wednesday about the expedition to the Galápagos Islands, we now present a few pictures. Upper left: A view of the Galápagos Islands with Narborough Island seen in the background, whose peak has never been climbed. Below: The expedition ship “Floreana,” which was purchased in Sweden and belongs to Consul August F. Christensen, Sandefjord (seated at right, with dog).

At the end of January 1925, Floreana finally arrived from Sarpsborg and lay to at Stub in the fjord of Sandefjord. The pilot Jensen Eian guided her on this stretch and could not praise the schooner enough, her hull, rigging and engine being the best. He comments to Sandefjord's newspaper: “Had I been a little younger, I would have joined this expedition.” Jensen Eian's weighty statement stopped the rumors for the time being.

The A/S Framnæs Mek. shipyard in Sandefjord was founded by Aug. F. Christensen's father, Christen Christensen. Family ties and contacts are welcome in order to get Floreana fitted out expertly, yet cheaply. Now that people have a ship to look at during their Sunday strolls, the local interest increases noticeably. Journalists jump on every story, and the newspapers print “Galápagos News.” But no more sensational news.

In the spring of 1925, larger headlines are employed when the Trading Bank admits a deficit of 48 million kroners, and the Prime Minister, Johan L. Mowinckel, demands a government investigation of his predecessor and party associate, Abraham Berge, to find the perpetrator. On other pages, one is consoled by the speed skater Ivar Ballangrud's promising results and Roald Amundsen's many attempts to fly across the North Pole.

Oslo Museum Curator Alf Wollebæk was to accompany the Floreana expedition for several months to study nature and the animal life. He was one of Norway's best-known zoologists.

On the 23rd of January it is reported that the well-known Oslo zoologist-curator, Alf Wollebæk, will travel in advance to South America and work there for a period before Floreana arrives.

Christensen also chooses to join the expedition in Guayaquil. The leader for the 20 aboard is to be Eilertsen, and departure is planned for March. However, the two short winter months allowed for rebuilding and outfitting the ship together with countless other preparations, proved to be far too little time. In the beginning of May the vessel is still at the shipyard.

In the Østlandsposten of May 9th there is an interview with the engineer, Ludvig Næss, recently graduated from a university in Germany. He will serve as electrician. Like the others, he had paid the company his capital share of 3,000 kroner, but will in return receive a monthly salary of 185 kroner for a contract period of 18 months, at the end of which the contract may be extended, or the company will pay his fare home.

In addition to the expedition participants, the shareholders are mostly Christensen's friends and family members. Later, when the money ran out and investments were lost, he had to endure a lot of criticism. “It is not the custom to pay salary to colonists.” Christensen had a reason for doing this. Although he personally was convinced that the colonization attempt would succeed, the salary assured participants against a great personal loss in case of failure. Consequently, those who were with the Floreana expedition did not end up in such misery as did many in following expeditions.

The Østlandsposten interview not only reveals that the Floreana was much delayed, but now we also read that the leader and captain for the voyage will be “the old Pacific sea-dog” Anton Stub from Sandefjord. When the colony is established, the leader ashore will be Captain Axel Seeberg from Tønsberg, with Olaf Eilertsen second in command. No explanation is offered as to why Eilertsen no longer is in charge.

“A modern Viking adventure”

Tidens Tegn (“Sign of the Times“) § in Oslo prints frequent articles about the “Galápagos fever” that is gripping more and more Norwegians. Saturday 28 February, 1925:

§ This newspaper is now called Verdens Gang (The Way of the World), or just VG for short and is still one of Norway's biggest papers.

As mentioned before, Aug. F. Christensen has founded a company for the purpose of exploiting opportunities on and near the Ecuadorian archipelago of Galápagos, situated at the very low latitude of zero. However, Sandefjord's high society has, so-to-speak, already visited the islands. There was to be a carnival. What could be more appropriate than to use as theme the land of our most recent enterprise—the future Norwegian colony in the Pacific? The carnival was held in the Hotel Atlantic's splendid banquet hall. Dressed in festive and colorful costumes in the changing light of the chandeliers, projectors and reflectors, they danced and celebrated with their more-or-less recognizable partners—while the excellent private ‘Jazzband Speed’ kept blaring out the newest Paris tunes. The successful arrangement was, however, due to the efforts of the painter Trygve Fleischer who was then living in Sandefjord and who had decorated the room. Upon a large and splendid curtain backdrop and a number of posters, Mr. Fleischer had recreated the sultry, enticing atmosphere of tropical islands. Paintings of some beautiful creatures enhanced the whole effect …

That Galápagos had palm-fringed beaches was a widespread misconception.

One of Tidens Tegn's regular journalists was Øvre Richter Frich, the creator of the Jonas Fjeld novels. In April he has a column with the headline “A Modern Viking Adventure.” His article reports more thoroughly than many others about Galápagos. He does not hide his admiration for the planned expedition, but says nothing about palm groves and a south-sea paradise:

We are still not lacking in good old Viking spirit in this country. Roald Amundsen will soon spread his wings towards a secret adventure. There is a new, powerful and sporty tendency, to answer many questions which scientists, with relentless and never-ending curiosity, are asking. On the day when Amundsen and his men see Spitzbergen disappear behind them, a world of scientists and athletes will watch with bated breath.

But nobody appears to hold his breath or feel any great expectation for the day when the Galápagos Expedition leaves to settle in a nearly unknown world. Yet, this is more of an adventure than anyone can imagine. As for myself, I confess that I would rather enjoy being a Viking aboard, bound for this shore of destiny. When a farmer's son leaves his home in search of greener pastures, he probably is driven by a conscious or unconscious longing for adventure. But the adventures that the USA offers her citizens are of a rather questionable kind. The emigrant goes from ordinary drudgery to greater drudgery. He offers his strength and his good sound peasant blood to another society, more-or-less free. He leaves an established, inherited farmers' culture for an uncertain hybrid hodge-podge which does not add an inch to his spiritual growth. With this Galápagos expedition it is quite another matter. This is a new enterprise, a fresh initiative, a brave and daring expression of our national inherited need for adventure and action. Yes, there will also be toil, but there is adventure in this toil. When he left his mother country, William Penn did not know more about North America than the people who now set their course for Panamá know about the strangest archipelago in the Pacific.

Towards Galápagos

Floreana laying at Stub in Sandefjord while being refitted and prepared for the expedition. She was 45 meters (148 feet) long, with a gross weight of 410 tons. Photo courtesy Norwegian Maritime Museum.

Early in the morning of Friday the 15th of May, 1925, Floreana sails out of the Sandefjord Fjord. In the hold is stowed a cargo of 330 tons of sacked cement for Ecuador, together with the expedition equipment: Materials and fixtures for the main building, a combined generator and telegraph station complete with a steam engine, boilers and tanks, barrels with oil, kerosene and gasoline. Additionally, there are materials for the construction of a dock, steel tracks with trolleys, 3,000 meters (3,280 yards) of water pipes, dynamite, arms and ammunition, tools of all kinds, fishing equipment, provisions, medicines, 400 books for a library, a flagpole and a croquet set!

Two motorboats are firmly secured on deck beneath a tarpaulin.

Of the twenty men aboard Floreana seven are sailors. Most of the eighteen Norwegian men are from the southeastern part of the country, and the other two are Finnish-Norwegians, one of whom is the author John William Nylander. He was originally a sailor, has written novels about the sea, but he is also known for his book about the Greek civil war. Now he wants to closely study the Norwegian colonization attempt.

The seven non-sailors are: an agriculturist, a civil engineer, an accountant, a fisherman, a blacksmith, a hotel manager, and a teacher. Originally there was to have been a participant with expertise in food canning but the plans for a cannery are temporarily postponed.

Also, Captain Olaf Eilertsen is not on board. The plan now is that he will leave later with the vessel Isabela, a 39-foot former pilot cutter designed by Colin Archer. La Compania de Floreana bought the vessel in order to assure communication with the continent and the other islands.

For the time being the participants are happily unaware that most of the optimistic plans will not be realized.

Most of the crew aboard Floreana are “skårunger” § or first-time sailors, including the teacher, Knut Øvreberg. On the 17th of May, the Norwegian National Day, he stands hunched over the railing with several others, shivering with white knuckles clutching the hand rail while sacrificing his meal to Neptune and the crabs.

§ A newly-hatched seagull chick or one that is still feathered in down.

“ … and thus I parted with my Viking spirit, if I ever had one. Poor landlubber me, I sacrificed my lot, yes, and maybe much more than I could afford. Hence the general mood was pretty depressed on the glorious 17th of May.”

Øvreberg had left work and home in Larvik, but originally he came from Stryn in West Norway. He was a compulsive writer and longtime contributor to the Norwegian newspaper Dølen. About the notorious gale in the Bay of Biscay he relates:

“ … on Friday we had a stiff gale which I will call a severe storm. The yankee (a large triangular head sail on the bowsprit) was torn apart like a rotten piece of paper. Soon after, the forward gaff was broken. The vessel tossed and danced about in the sea so I could hardly stay on my feet. During the night, while sleeping soundly, I was rudely awakened and got up to reef sail. The wind howled and screamed in the rigging, the sea roared and swirled so that it was almost impossible to hear a human voice.”

It is hardly better back in the bunks. The gale roars for six days and nights, during two of which it is so severe that the ship lies hove to. The lurching is violent. The ship is heavily laden and with little freeboard; more than once the doghouse and the galley are awash. Øvreberg lies awake and listens to the waves wash over the deck and gush through the scuppers. Fantasy runs wild. Maybe the oil barrels have gone adrift and are making holes in the ship's side? The slushing sound is water entering the hull! And what about the ammunition—could the rolling not cause an explosion?

Knut Øvreberg hides his head under the pillow and tries to ignore the noise, and wonders why he ever left that quiet job behind the desk.

Colonists in cheerul anticipation before the departure from Sandefjord. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

This bout of foul weather is the only one during the entire crossing, and soon seasickness is forgotten and good humor prevails. All take a turn at the wheel. The skipper is an old salt and although the motor is running nearly all the time, they have the sails hoisted. For this reason keeping a straight course is not always easy; the wake is often crooked, sails start slamming aloft and curses fly from the bridge. But quickly the landcrabs become full-blown helmsmen.

On June 1, there is a short stop at Madeira to fuel, and then on to the Atlantic proper. Flying fish are served for breakfast, and for dinner there's an occasional tuna. Some study Spanish under an awning, while others are exercising, followed by a bucket shower. Everyone is discussing the adventure which has hardly begun.

The atmosphere on board is good. After 18 days they reach Barbados in the West Indies and anchor in Carlisle Bay. Here, black boys paddle out to the ship and offer to dive for coins. Øvreberg throws out a Norwegian krone: “ … when one of the boys came up with the coin in his hand, he saw the hole in the coin, made a face and cursed me in the worst possible way. Later he could not to be tempted back in the water!”

A midsummernight celebration on deck in the Caribbean Sea becomes a musical happening. The five-man orchestra consists of a mandolin, violin, flute, accordion and a drum. The choir is led by Øvreberg and the ten perform their premiere concert entitled “Tortoise.”

The then 11-year old Panamá Canal is traversed without any problems, and in the afternoon of July 9th, Floreana drops anchor outside Isla Puná at the mouth of the Guayas River on Ecuador's Pacific coast. They signal for a pilot and after a while a motorboat arrives with the latest local news:

A revolution has started this very same morning!

The man in the boat calms the frightened Norwegians, stating that the counter-revolutionaries are already back in command in Quito and Guayaquil, so a pilot will be available. Before the change of tide about midnight, a man indeed boards the ship. He guarantees that the old government is still in power and that there should be no risk in continuing up the Guayas to the main port town. In the tropical darkness Floreana navigates up the last thirty nautical miles.

Stormy weather in the Bay of Biscay, with Alfred Waardahl at the helm. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

Next morning 20 men are lined up at the rail studying the busy harbor. They perspire at the least exertion, and the air is so warm and humid, that even breathing seems heavy. Still, the water is alive with small and medium sized rowboats buzzing about. Soon the authorities arrive on board, accompanied by the Norwegian consul Haakon Bryhn and Alf Wollebæk. The zoologist from the Oslo Museum has finally been rewarded after several weeks of patient waiting at Guayaquil. Wollebæk relates that during one-and-a-half days of shooting and street fighting he remained in hiding in the hotel. It now appears that the revolution has ended as quickly as it started.

Because of the political unrest, another person has been delayed in his travel through the country. But on July 17th a harbor taxi approaches Floreana where she lies turning with the tide while anchored in the river. In the bow sits a gentleman impeccably dressed in a suit with tie and straw hat. Aug. F. Christensen briskly climbs the ladder, shakes everybody's hand and congratulates them on their successful crossing, which they accomplished in 57 days.


Left: Still 7,000 nautical miles to go and as yet no indication of a warmer climate.
Right: Finally, trade winds and tropical temperatures. Ludvig Næss and Rolf Sønderskov take a bucket-shower on deck. Photos courtesy Netta Næss.

The crew of Floreana remembers the 14 days in Guayaquil as one continuous series of parties. Enthusiasm for life ashore is easy to understand. Only a few had received permission for shore leave while at anchor in Madeira, Barbados and in the Canal Zone, and then only in connection with refueling and obtaining fresh fruits and vegetables. Captain Stub did not want to run the risk of someone becoming involved with “women or liquors or even worse things,” as he remarked. Concerning what might be even worse things, he declared “women and liquor combined!”

Among local Scandinavians the interest in the expedition is enormous. They all want the adventurers to visit their homes. Garden fêtes are popular. Eloquent speeches are given on emerald green lawns, there are toasts to the spirit of explorers and pioneers, flags are waved and national songs are sung. And when the Floreana crew return to the harbor in the tramcars drawn by mules, servants bolt the wrought iron gate while the hosts rub their hands in glee—This could be most profitable diplomacy! When these trading and whaling stations in Galápagos are ready, contacts and contracts on the continent will be needed. With such prospects one can also ignore that some of the men apparently have a total lack of table manners and good behavior.

Local newspapers also report the Norwegian plans enthusiastically. After the assassination of the elder Manuel J. Cobos 21 years earlier, the development of the archipelago has been virtually at a standstill. Now at last there will be trade and livelihood in the west.

After the party, one takes the mule-drawn tram back to the harbor. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

Americans have carried out some excellent public works projects in Guayaquil such as laying streetcar tracks, building an electric power plant and installing a telephone network, but one hesitates to invite yankees to the archipelago. One fears that very soon the Stars and Stripes would be waving above the government building!

Before the departure to the islands, six natives are hired, four for the boat and two to work ashore. Cement is unloaded, provisions, water and diesel oil are purchased for the last time. Floreana makes good headway down the Guayas River with the falling tide, slows down to allow the pilot to leave before sails are finally set for the last stretch of the voyage to Galápagos. In spite of enjoyable garden parties, everyone is happy to get away from the continental bureaucracy and mañana-mentality; nobody will miss the slums, heat and flies. How wonderful again to fill the lungs with fresh sea air and cool trade winds!

When off the coast, the brown river water is left behind the ship and she glides through the green tropical ocean. After a few days the ocean suddenly becomes blue and full of particulate matter. The line of separation between green and blue is very distinct for the lookout perched on the foremast. Wollebæk is ready with the thermometer and confirms that the water temperature has dropped several degrees. No doubt, here is the famous Humboldt (Perú) Current. Originating in the Antarctic, the ocean water is rich in minerals and plankton—the very livelihood of the islands. But the current is also the Enchanter, the real “witch” of the Enchanted Islands; the one responsible for the severe and often unpredictable drifting, numerous shipwrecks and tragedies. In this archipelago with its lack of steady winds, the current is a sailing ship's greatest curse, but at the same time the region's greatest protector. Without her unfailing defense, most of Galápagos' vulnerable fauna might have been exterminated long ago.

The ship's captain and mates plan to sail directly to Floreana in the southern part of the Galápagos group, the island after which the ship is named. They want to visit this most promising-island at once, and it is necessary to make a correct calculation for drift. However, in spite of all the expertise aboard, the Witch is in control. On August 1st, the low outline on the horizon ahead is the island of Genovesa (Tower)—100 nautical miles too far north of their destination!


Left: Manuel A. Cobos (4th from left) invites the Floreana party for sight-seeing at the sugar factory. Cobos wears a broad-rimmed hat, riding breeches and a revolver holster across his chest. Photo courtesy the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.
Right: The Governor, Colonel Enrique Ribadeneira and his party on a shipboard visit. The Governor (white uniform) stands in the middle with arms crossed. Captain Axel Seeberg fourth from left. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

They consider themselves fortunate to benefit from the technological developments since the days of Alexandra, and let the Bolinder engine bring them southward again against the current. Between the Floreana and Floreana Island is San Cristóbal Island, so that stopping there fits in nicely with a courtesy meeting with the authorities of the island group. Early in the morning of Sunday August 2nd, the strong voice of mate Torval Torgersen sounds “Land ahoy! Galápagos—world's end!” (the title of William Beebe's famous book)

Final Destination

The anchor is dropped in Wreck Bay near the long wharf where the Manuel J. Cobos lay loading sugar. On the beach stands the governor's residence, some three smaller sheds and a pole representing the one and only lighthouse in Galápagos. Soon the flag is raised above the governor's roof. Then they see something speeding on the beach in a cloud of dust: a Ford pickup truck!—the last thing they expected to see here at world's end.

The 83-year-old Englishman, Thomas Levick, alias “Johnson from London.” Photo courtesy the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.

Shortly afterwards Governor Enrique Ribadeneira, Manuel A. Cobos and his brother-in-law Rogerio Alvarado arrive on board to bid them welcome. Among the party is also a thin and rugged eighty-three-year-old man. He introduces himself as “Johnson from London,” Lighthouse Keeper of Wreck Bay—a fitting title for one who looks a bit like a wreck himself!

August Christensen was a trifle apprehensive before this meeting with the island men. But with this hearty reception he is quite moved and can start to relax. He understands that news about them has travelled ahead of them and that they are expected. The entire contingent is invited to sightsee the island, the pickup and horses being provided, and at sundown dinner will be served at señor Cobos' hacienda at Progreso.

Several of the men on Floreana had not read descriptions of the islands carefully enough. They were slightly shocked at the sight of the black, uninviting arid coast around Wreck Bay. Except for some flowering shrubs and well-kept trees near the governor's residence, there was no other vegetation along the beach other than thorny brush, cactus and small leafless grey trees. Not one palm tree in sight!

The harsh first impression is gradually softened as they rattle along on the back of the Ford. After a couple of kilometers, the dusty road turns brown with occasional puddles. Still further inland, the road is full of deep ruts in black mud. The landscape has changed; now it's green and fertile. The road becomes a lane bordered by orange trees laden with ripe golden fruit. Several jump off to eat the juicy oranges straight from the tree, preferring to walk the remaining stretch to the village.

Even with less people on the truck, the muddy tracks prove too much for the vehicle, and a group of laughing local residents running behind push it across the worst spots. Cobos himself directs all from horseback.

Around Progreso nature is much more like the Norwegians had expected, with dense banana groves, papaya palms, coffee bushes, fertile patches of camote (sweet potato), otoya and other unfamiliar vegetables. Numerous cattle and horses are seen as specks grazing on the green pampas covering distant hills and mountain sides. Nearer the village a sea of sugarcane sways to the breeze playing with the tips of this oversized grass.

The village itself is a mixture of sorts. Most buildings are poor, straw-covered bamboo huts, but there are a few nice houses as well. Pigs, dogs and chickens roam everywhere. A line of poles shows electrical wire strung between the houses and the sugar factory. The island's other motor vehicle, another Ford truck is parked outside the factory. Both were newly acquired for the transportation of sugar. At the beach the old rails to the pier are rusty and overgrown.

Cobos takes them on a tour of the factory, which appears dilapidated and badly in need of repair. The expedition's engineer, Ludwig Næss, is not too impressed: “A factory such as this one I have never seen or heard of in all my life. The building itself was made of bamboo and rusty sheets of corrugated iron. The machines were old and highly unsanitary. The pipes through which the molasses flowed were not screwed together as we do it, but were joined by crimping the end of one pipe and forcing it into the end of another pipe. As a result, much of the molasses was lost. Repeatedly, the machines overheated and the poor foreman was scolded by the owner.”

Ten men accepted an invitation to dinner and to stay overnight. The others slowly made their way back to the ship, singing with shirts knotted in order to fill them with oranges and lemons.

The dinner was also a special experience. They were served excellent food and much to drink, but what impressed the chaps of the Floreana, who by now were pretty starved of company of the opposite sex, was that Cobos had placed six beautiful female friends among his guests.

The mood was very jovial—until one of the Norwegians, who could hardly turn his eyes away from the low-necked dress of the chocolate-brown girl next to him, gently put his arm around this beauty's slender waist.

Manuel Cobos jumped off his chair, and with flashing eyes hotly cursed the frightened guests in Spanish. He waved with his arms in the direction of the door and without apology sent them all out into the night, slamming the door behind them!

The store in Progreso belonged to Alvarado and Cobos. Practically all workers on the island received their wages from the same gentlemen. Photo courtesy Robert Ødegård.

For a while the ten bewildered men stood there wondering what had really happened and how they could manage the seven kilometers down to the ship in pitch darkness. However, the temper of their host cooled down, and to their relief he invited them back inside again, with drinks being served on the porch.

The six women had vanished and were not seen again that evening or the following day.

Señor Alvarado himself managed the island's only shop. In the morning he procured several sacks of sugar, some coffee and vegetables, ten bunches of bananas and a newly slaughtered bull. Everything was loaded on the truck. Four men also perched on top while the remaining six tried travelling on horseback.

Ludvig Anker Næss, shortly after receiving his engineering diploma from the Technikum Strelitz in Germany, Spring 1924. Because it was impossible for him to find a job in Germany or Norway, he joined the Floreana expedition. Næss was a busy writer and photographer. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

Ludvig Næss, one of the four sitting on top of the load, described the trip:

“That the trip on the truck went well is a miracle. We had a negro as driver and he was determined to show the four of us that he was the man who knew how to drive! The path we were following could hardly be called a road, and least of all one for setting a speed record. Yet there we were rushing downhill with mud and gravel flying. Those of us on top of the load screamed and hollered to get the negro to stop, but he just laughed and sped on more and must have thought that we were encouraging him!

“When we arrived at the beach, there was no water left in the radiator and the smell of overheated oil was intense. We had lost one sac of sugar and two bunches of bananas. They were picked up by the men on horseback, so you may say that we suffered no damage other than to our nerves.”

“Johnson from London” had declared at the very first meeting with the Norwegians that he not only was the archipelago's only English-speaking lighthouse-keeper but also the best English-speaking pilot. Moreover, he confided to Christensen that he knew about pirate treasures and that he had taken a liking to the Norwegians.

With the old man aboard, Floreana took a week's trip around the biggest islands. Isabela was a disappointment, just as it was for the expedition of Bang and Co. three years earlier; again no water was found near Tagus Cove. Christensen's dream of constructing a city off Elizabeth Bay, using Tagus Cove as main port, had to be postponed for the time being.

But on Floreana there was a usable path to the interior hills where abundant water was found, as well as citrus fruits and plants and plenty of wild cattle and pigs. According to reports, the two springs had never dried up, and now the colonists had the entire island to themselves.

There was hardly need to vote on the issue, since it was obvious that they should settle on Floreana, and on August 10, 1925 both anchors were dropped in seven fathoms of water in Post Office Bay. The motorboats were left half way up the beach for the seams to tighten; meanwhile they constructed two rafts using empty barrels and tree trunks as floats. Finally, they could start unloading the 300 tons of equipment.

On August 10, 1925 the decision is made: The first Norwegian colony in Galápagos will be built at Post Office Bay on the now-uninhabited island of Floreana. The large steel pots were meant for boiling oil from whale blubber. Morten Wegger and Ludvig Næss are in the foreground. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

The Colony at Post Office Bay

The first meal ashore. As long as steward Johan Olsen was responsible for the cooking, there were no problems. The situation deteriorated when he left with the Floreana and cooking responsibilities had to make the rounds among the colonists. The heat and the flies were the cook's worst enemies. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

It took a lot of time and energy to transfer 300 tons of equipment of all kinds from the anchored schooner to the beach of the uninhabited island. Firstly, everything had to be hoisted out of the holds and onto the rafts and small boats. Then the load had to be towed or pushed for 200-300 meters in the bay with the surf increasing as they approached the shore. However, the worst part of the job began when they had to carry, push and pull everything up the beach, well above the tide marks.

All hands helped bring the equipment and supplies ashore, including the eight who in the future would serve as Floreana's permanent crew. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

To add excitement to the labor, three-meter-long sharks were often seen patrolling the water between ship and shore.

Soon it was decided where the main building should be erected, in order that the rails could be laid down the one hundred meters or so between the beach and the construction site. The trolley was loaded with the heaviest equipment items, and aided by block and tackle was dragged up this last stretch. The largest items were two steel water tanks, some huge cauldrons for cooking whale blubber, the steam engine for the electric generator, and a spare donkey boiler.§

§ A donkey boiler is the essential unit that produces the steam which drives steam engines.

Ever since leaving Sandefjord, the expedition had been divided in two groups. One half would be occupied with construction and looking after affairs ashore. The other half would remain aboard ship and, as opportunity arose, sail on commission to the continent or between the islands. The latter group consisted mainly of sailors. So-called time-charter had already been arranged. For some time ahead this income should ensure the economy until operations ashore produced a profit. Initially they planned on cattle ranching and fishing, and in future to grow coffee, tobacco, and bananas. The long-range plan for Floreana also included a whaling station, a canning factory, a refueling station at Post Office Bay, and a general way-station for shipping to and from Panamá.

The group that was to live ashore immediately moved into tents and temporary huts. After two and a half months it was a great relief to leave Floreana's rolling deck and narrow cabins.

The “colonists” on land consisted of ten men: Axel Seeberg from Hvalø near Tønsberg, Ludvig Næss, Knut Øvreberg and Eric Johanson from Larvik, Gullik Gulliksen from Oslo, Oscar Kjøle from Nøtterøy, Alfred Waardahl from Mandal, Andreas Magnussen from Fredrikstad, Rolf Sønderskov from Porsgrunn, and Morten Wegger from Sandefjord. The scientific group planned to stay some months. Its members were Alf Wollebæk and his assistant, preparator Erling Hansen. The thirteenth and last man ashore was author John Nylander, who was uncertain as to the length of time he would stay to study the Norwegian experiment on Galápagos in detail. For the time being he served as cook for Wollebæk and Hansen.

After about 14 days of hard work—twice as much time as was planned—everything was ashore. One of the reasons for the delay was obvious. At mid-day and for the first few hours in the afternoon, it was simply too hot to work. From hard-earned experience the colonists now understood why people living in the tropics do not have the same capacity for hard physical labor as do their temperate-zone brethren, at least not in the middle of the day. After a couple of days, siesta was instituted from 12 o'clock noon to 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

A barge brought from Norway and makeshift rafts constructed on the spot were used to transport equipment ashore. With no dock, it was hard work getting the equipment onto dry land, especially when there was a swell running. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

Most of the equipment had to be covered as it came ashore, not because of rain, but rather because of sand and dust and intense sunshine. Up in the highlands of the island it rained nearly every day but lower down there was hardly a drop. During four months, Wollebæk collected a total of only seven liters of rainwater off the roof of the biological station they built on “Peninsular Oslo Museum.”

The nearest source of water was four kilometers away. They had no means of transportation so it was very fortunate that Floreana also unloaded several months' supply of drinking water.

With such little rainfall they soon concluded during construction work that roofing was really an unnecessary luxury. Originally they just slept behind barricades of piled-up equipment. It was the old pilot “Johnson from London” who frightened them with stories of the feral animals on the island. Dangerous cattle roamed the highlands but wild pigs roamed everywhere, and although they were dangerous enough with their sharply honed, curved tusks, they were not as fierce as the wild dogs!

“They have developed a malicious revenge-instinct against human beings,” Johnson whispered as he stared around and pointed a bony finger at his listener. It seemed as if he singled out the next victim of these fierce animals. “During the night they come in large packs more blood-thirsty than wolves. Don't forget that ‘Johnson from London’ has warned you!”


Left: A rail track was laid down between the beach and the construction site. Loaded with materials, the trolley was pulled and pushed the last hundred meters. Photo courtesy Knut Høiby.
Right: Downhill is easier! Seated on the cart are Ludvig Næss and Morten Wegger, along with one of the Ecuadorians who came aboard in Guayaquil to work for the colonists. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

As a result they had loaded rifles in readiness. The first night in camp they even kept a watch. And rightly so because the wild dogs nearly did cost a person's life, albeit in an unexpected manner. During the night old “Johnson” had to relieve himself, and as the small man was crawling out on all four from under the tent wall, one of the Norwegians jumped up from his bunk and pointed a shaking rifle in the direction of the sound. At the last moment he realized what was happening, but only luck prevented the old chap from becoming a victim of his own stories.

Early in the evening a day or two later they heard barking outside the camp. It was a female dog with two puppies. They caught one of the puppies when the dogs tried to escape. The bitch seemed just as afraid of humans as were other dogs they had spotted in the interior of the island.

At this point they realized the animal tales were pure fabrications. The barricades were taken down and for the remainder of the construction period the only protection while they slept was a covering of mosquito netting.

As for the puppy, they found that they had a playful pet and a faithful watch dog to be.

“Casa Matriz”

The construction of “Casa Matriz”—the Mother House—is well underway. Aug. F. laid down the cornerstone, but Captain Axel Seeberg was in charge of the building. Photo courtesy Knut Høiby.

Being an experienced administrator, August Christensen left hard physical labor to the others. Together with two captains, Stub and Seeberg, and Alf Wollebæk he decided where the house and the dock should be built. In an earth-breaking ceremony he laid the foundation stone for the main building, which he named “Casa Matriz” (Motherhouse).

His other activities included long excursions to the interior of the island and—when the motorboats no longer leaked—along the coast. It was important to make a detailed map and decide where each member should have his property. For the present, each colonist was entitled to 50 acres of land free of charge. It was important to locate the most fertile regions in the interior of the island, and the places along the beach best suited for development.

In these prime areas all 22 members of the expedition were assigned a 50-acre lot, including the author and the two men from the museum.

Map of Isla Floreana prepared by Aug. F. Christensen and Anton Stub, August 1925. Later, it was stamped and approved in Guayaquil, with deeds provided for each of the 22 members of the expedition. Map courtesy Zoological Museum, Oslo.

While Christensen did the surveying, he gave Norwegian names to hills, headlands and bays. Those who got their names on the map were members of the expedition and other shareholders of the La Compania de Floreana back home in Sandefjord. Other place names from Vestfold were also transplanted to Galápagos.

Later, this map was ceremoniously accepted and stamped in Guayaquil. If the colony had survived, today there would have been names like Wegger Hill and Øvreberg (“high mountain”) on the highest mountains, and around Post Office Bay there would have been names like Ranvig, Framnæs and Kamfjord bays, Waardahl and Stub headlands. Peninsulas on either side of Post Office Bay would bear the names of Lars Christensen Land and Peninsula Oslo Museum, and the little island in front of the beach would have been called Hvalø.§

§ Now, Isla Bayas Grande.

The area around Casa Matriz became the Aug. F. Christensen Center, and the dry stream bed next to the house would, of course, get the name Wollebæk Creek.§

§ Wollebæk means hillside creek.

Being 83 years old, “Johnson” naturally let others do the strenuous work, but was full of comments and stories whenever the opportunity arose. He loudly declared his great admiration for the Norwegian work and skills and only regretted that they had not arrived fifty years earlier, because then something would have become of the Galápagos! But better late than never.

In a moment of confidence he told Christensen that his real name was Thomas Levick. Why he did not use this fine name instead of the ordinary Johnson, he did not wish to relate. Another special aspect of the man, besides his fictitious name and wild animal stories, were the many pirate treasures he had mapped and stored away in his cerebral cortex.

His interest in treasure-hunting was a life-long obsession. Fifty years ago, when he learned about a plan for road construction in Galápagos, he offered his assistance. His hope was to have free time for treasure-hunting. The first road was to be built on San Cristóbal, from Wreck Bay to Progreso. According to the contract, first he should receive an advance and then one-half of the payment when the road was half completed. This half he never received and therefore he refused to complete the road until the amount had been paid. (This explained the miserable condition of the last kilometers of the road to Progreso.)

While waiting for his salary, he became aware of the fact that the island lacked a lighthouse. So “Johnson from London” found a four-meter long pole, erected it and hung a kerosene lamp on top—and from then on he was the lighthouse keeper. For this he received a small salary from the governor who also was the port captain. But he did not manage to set aside money to go treasure-hunting. Also, he did not wish help from the locals, who he did not trust, in spite of having married a young Ecuadorian woman.

The “honest Norwegians” were quite another matter though. If they helped him with transport and digging, they should receive their fair share of the find. In particular there was a treasure on Marchena which had caught his interest.

Stub and Christensen did not think that the old man's stories were likely to be true, but still they agreed to make a tour to the black volcanic island on their return to Wreck Bay. While they sailed around Marchena, “Johnson” stood with his telescope and strained his eye to the utmost. The location of the treasure could be told by an old chain laid at right angles to the beach between the water's edge and a huge lava boulder. Floreana cruised slowly and as near the coast as possible. They observed marine iguanas and sea lions in abundance along the beach; in the ocean were plenty of sharks and marine turtles, and fish freely grabbed the hook, so that the steward Johan Olsen, with a broad grin, spoke about “Lofotfiske” fishing.§ But the chain could not be found and so they proceeded to Wreck Bay without ever going ashore.

§ Lofotfiske refers to the famous winter fishing for Arctic cod in the Lofoten Archipelago, west of Bodø and Narvik.

After this misguided treasure hunt, the spark of life in “Johnson's” eyes faded. He was a broken man when he returned home. At San Cristóbal he had to be helped ashore and accompanied to his shack next to the lighthouse. Here he died a few days later having refused all offers of food and water.

Floreana's first commission was to transport prisoners and cattle from Galápagos to Guayaquil. Special equipment to hoist cattle was not required. They were told to just do it the Galápagos way. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

But the spirit of “Johnson from London” did not die, and his stories live on to this very day in Galápagos.

Floreana's first charter from the islands to Guayaquil was uneventful. At Port Villamil on Isabela, an old prison was to be shut down, and so they took aboard 91 prisoners and guards. At Wreck Bay they loaded a cargo consisting of 64 head of cattle. The Norwegians were not favorably impressed by the manner in which prisoners and animals were treated. The cattle were pulled into the sea and forced to swim to the ship. Here the poor animals were hoisted on deck by means of a rope tied to their horns.

When they arrived at Guayaquil in early September, the revolution of the previous month had been revived. This time fighting was followed by a change of administration. As a result of all the upheavals the freight account was settled for less than anticipated. New contracts had to be signed with new authorities. Assisted by consul Haakon Bryhn, Christensen had a busy and frustrating time rearranging the charter agreements. Initially he had to be satisfied with transporting military personnel along the coast.

This kind of government work was a poorly-paying business. Luckily, the colonists met with goodwill from the new authorities who had enough problems on the continent, and any new politics regarding the islands was given a low priority.

On November 17 Christensen negotiated a contract which was at least as favorable for the colony as the previous one. In matters regarding property rights, exemption from taxes and military service, hunting, fishing and trapping prospects were the very best. But financial stability was already threatened. Income from these first commissioned trips of Floreana did not even cover working expenses. The market for coastal freight was very limited and dominated by the well-established shipping companies, chiefly North American. Unlike their competitors, La Compania de Floreana did not have the financial reserves for coping with a deficit.

Christensen had promised to send out provisions, mail and signed documents in November or December. He expected Eilertsen to arrive on the Isabela well before this time and planned to use the cutter for this important transport. However, the small vessel was delayed for nearly one year, and it was Floreana herself which had to sail for Galápagos in late December.

At “home” in Post Office Bay, everyone was happily unaware of the political upheaval and the hopeless economy. Their dreams during cold autumn evenings in Norway had taken on an exotic reality. Challenges requiring practical solutions and improvisation were endless. But despite many obstacles, the work was executed with good humor and energy. Still, it must be admitted that one job was not very popular, namely that of cook. For want of volunteers the job had to be rotated at two-week intervals.

They had tried to extract some culinary secrets from steward Olsen before he sailed off with Floreana, but initially some pitiful concoctions were served at dinner. Anyway, abusive remarks about the cook and his meals were good-humored and he could tolerate them. Far worse was the tormenting heat. Beneath the sun-baked iron roofing the poor man suffered miserably from the heat, which was so intense that he said he might just as well have been sitting inside the wood-burning stove instead of working around it!

About a two-hour walk from Post Office Bay, the expedition members found a broken-down shack directly below the Pirate Cave and the spring. Standing in the center is Morten Wegger. Seated in foreground are Aug. F. and Alf Wollebæk. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

The walls on all four sides of the cooking area were open except for the mosquito netting, which effectively excluded the troublesome flies as well as the light breeze. Only the view to the bay, with its white beach and blue Pacific Ocean, gave the cook inspiration as he perspired his way through sessions of baking and cooking.

The temporary camp was named “Hotel Cosmopolitical.” Except for Wollebæk, Hansen and Nylander, all lived here for the three months that it took to construct the motherhouse and electrical plant. When Casa Matriz was ready, Nylander moved to the little island of Hvalø together with Oscar Kjøle. Morten Wegger and Rolf Sønderskov moved to the highlands. They chose a suitable area for cultivation below the pirate cave. On the cave wall the year 1922 was carved, a reminder of Bang and Aschehoug. They also found their old barbed-wire fencing which was put to good use once again. A much older shack left by past colonists was restored and the farm was christened “Camp Morten.“

“An Unforgetable Time”

Back in Norway, interest in the expedition was greater than ever. In the autumn of 1925, travelogues from the trans-Atlantic crossing to Guayaquil were printed in several newspapers, but for obvious reasons there were long intervals before news from the island community came into print.

Østlandsposten in Larvik was owned by the Næss family. Perhaps this explains why many cards and letters from Ludvig Næss appeared on the front page. That they deserved to be published is unquestioned. They are well-written, full of details, and make fascinating reading. They describe everyday life, and also give the reader a much more realistic geography lesson about the islands than was previously reported.

Although Næss describes the coastal landscape as unbelievably barren and dry, interspersed with black lava, cacti and stunted trees, he is also fascinated by the fertile highlands, by the bay's sun-drenched beach, and the strange animal life on an island where wild animals are tame and tame animals wild!

This evening sentiment was written in November and printed three months later in the Østlandsposten:

“I slept in a hut down by the beach.—Well, I suppose it hardly deserved to be called a hut, since it was more like a pigpen. In each corner we had two barrels standing on top of each other, and in between we nailed boards to 6 feet above the ground. As it was the dry season down here, we did not need a roof.

“It was an unforgettable time down in our ‘pigpen,’ especially when we were lying side by side, puffing our pipes and studying the stars. Once seen, the southern starry sky can never be forgotten. Venus shines like a small moon and the Southern Cross and other constellations, normally unknown to us, send us their friendly twinkles. Here the stars appear more lively than back home—as if they are signalling to each other. In the corner of our pen, the grammophone was playing a well-worn Hawaiian record, the melody being appropriately accompanied by the rhythmic lapping of waves on the beach—all of which helped to generate a romantic mood.”

As time passes without a visiting ship, mail or news, this isolation from the old country and the civilized world is vividly described. Living the life of Robinson Crusoe seems to have little appeal beyond about two weeks, even in the company of others. Apparently Næss believes that Eilertsen is underway, not only with the cutter Isabela, the vehicle for communication with the surrounding region, but also with that which they miss the most: an experienced cook!

Weeks pass as clearing and construction progress. Poisonous creepy-crawlers are rare except for the occasional scorpion and some huge relatives of the tiny Scandinavian centipede. On Galápagos they may attain a length of 30 centimenters (12 inches), the thickness of a thumb, and give a painful bite. When trees are uprooted and the soil is worked, one has to be on guard for these animals. Normally, they are nocturnal only.

The daily routine includes morning and evening swims, but they avoid longer swimming far out because of sharks. (As with the fear of wild dogs, the respect for sharks was exaggerated. There is no record of anyone ever being killed by a shark in Galápagos waters.)

They fish and catch spiny lobster several times a week. Some lisa (mullet), grouper and lobster are canned in glass jars. These are to be sent as samples to the USA as advertisement for the future canning factory.


Left: Oscar Kjøle displays a wheelbarrow loaded with freshly-caught lisa (mullet). Rolf Søderskov is looking forward to dinner. Photo courtesy the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.
Right: There is no reason for modesty at Post Office Bay. Foreground, Ludvig Næss, Gullik Gulliksen, Morten Wegger, Rolf Sæderskov. Man standing is unidentified. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

Every fortnight some of the men take off from the construction work and head for the highlands to gather fruit or go hunting. Sundays and Norwegian holidays are also work-free on Floreana. Then there are shooting matches, croquet is played on the grounds behind Casa Matriz, or one may go hiking, reading or playing cards in a shady spot.

But a letter from Knut Øvreberg reveals that not everything is idyllic:

“…often it is difficult to stay good humored. To suffer separation from all that was our life is sorely felt, and sometimes we snap at each other.”

The nucleus of the Floreana colony in front of Casa Matriz.
Standing: Oscar Kjøle from Nøtterøy, Ludvig Næss from Larvik, Eric Johanson from Larvik, Alfred Waardahl from Mandal.
Seated on porch: Axel Seeberg from Tønsberg.
Seated in Foreground: Andreas Magnussen from Fredrikstad, Morten Wegger from Sandefjord, Gullik Gulliksen from Oslo, Knut Øvreberg from Larvik.
The photographer was probably Rolf Sønderskov from Porsgrunn. Photo courtesy the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.

The 22nd of September offers a welcome break in the routine. Øvreberg busies himself writing to Dølen:

“Dear Editor.

Something as unexpected has happened today at 8:30 a.m. as I ever experienced before. I was walking down to the beach to get some water for the meat we planned for dinner, and there I saw four American warships coming full speed from the west. What they want or where they come from I do not know yet. They are now anchored here in the harbor. I hurried to change into acceptable clothing, so that at least I resembled a civilized person. In any case there will be an opportunity to send a short note. Therefore I am sitting down to hastily scribble. This is a big event here in our loneliness.”

Øvreberg goes on to describe the Americans' astonishment at finding a Norwegian colony on an island they thought had long been abandoned. The navy visit lasts only a few hours but the Norwegians exchange fish, lobster and fruit for cigarettes and preserves. Næss has been ill with a fever for some days and is very grateful when a doctor is sent ashore to see him.

As the visitors are leaving, the colonists want to mark the visit with a proper salute. But what to do without a proper cannon? Næss is not so sick that he cannot observe the event:

“We wanted to honor them, since they were the first to visit the colony, by firing off three sticks of dynamite. One man stood ready with the flag to salute at the first shot. Slow burning fuses were lighted and we ran off to keep a respectable distance. The first blast brought pebbles flying, and was quickly followed by a huge second blast, but we are still waiting for the third one! Probably, the second and third sticks went off simultaneously.

“The Americans were quite surprised because it was some time before they responded. Probably they hesitated because they did not want to dirty the highly polished cannons. Eventually, however, the shots came so loudly that they echoed over the entire archipelago. Also only two blasts were given probably because they thought that on Floreana only two shots was the tradition.

“Half an hour later the warships had disappeared below the horizon at a speed of 30 knots.”

The medicine provided by the navy doctor for Næss had the desired effect. A few days later he was fully recovered.

During the month of December the general mood deteriorates with each boatless day. They begin to run out of flour and other necessities, but worst of all is the lack of tobacco. Almost five months have passed since receiving mail from home. Without tobacco and mail, with general uncertainty, and with the prospect of Christmas without parcels or decent food, the pioneering spirit is just about gone.


Left: Andreas Magnussen with a marine iguana. Though these lizards look ferocious, people have no cause to fear them. Photo courtesy the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.
Right: Ludvig Næss was in charge of the steam-powered generator. Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

Næss has the steam engine and generator assembled and operational. In the elegant Casa Matriz they now have electric power and electric lights. But the telegraph does not function. It is with great disappointment they discover that a critical piece is inoperative. Spare parts have to be obtained. Meanwhile they remain totally isolated.

Late at night on Sunday December 20th, the dog is restless. Næss is out on the veranda several times staring into the darkness for the sign of lanterns. No result. He returns to his bunk and spends a restless night. Next morning after breakfast he relaxes with a few others on the veranda, when they suddenly hear excited shouting and see Kjøle running up the path from Ranvig.

Floreana in sight. Hurrah! Hurrah!”

Soon the motorschooner glides into the bay. Someone remembers to hoist the flag, others take rifles and fire a three-shot salute. Before Floreana drops her anchors, all colonists are on the way out in small boats. They are like little boys; shouting and waving. Minutes later, they are all standing on deck.

All of the original crew are aboard, together with Governor Ribadeneira and his secretary. August Christensen is also present—with a briefcase filled with important documents. Sacks with mail, parcels and newspapers are opened and distributed, tobacco and provisions are unloaded. Everyone rejoices when beer and “Akevitt” are brought ashore.§ Christmas is saved!

§ Akevitt is a strong, colorless alcoholic liquor flavored slightly with caraway, popular especially in Scandinavian countries. The name is derived from aqua vita, water of life.

And best of all, Johan Olsen, the steward, comes ashore to do the cooking for the days ahead!

Several animals are tied along the deck of Floreana, including two draft oxen, two horses, four donkeys, three pigs, a cow and a calf. Cobos and Alvarado on San Cristóbal have sent the animals as gifts and a token of good will. They figured correctly that the Norwegians would have some difficulties in catching and taming the island's feral stock. Up to now, the total catch consisted of a few chickens and two kittens in addition to the pup!

Christmas Festivities

On Christmas Eve Casa Matriz is decorated with signal flags and green shrubs. Inside, a large bush serves as a Christmas tree and is covered with small Norwegian flags, red candles, small balls of cotton and fresh oranges. Everything is tidy and clean. Out on the veranda a long table is set up and decorated with more candles, flags, flowers and greenery.

Christmas, 1925. Casa Matriz is decorated with electric lights and mosquito netting around the large porch. Floreana is visiting and brings important guests and good news, which are reasons enough to drink a toast to the colony's future. Standing to the right of the gramophone is Ludvig Næss. Anton Stub is seated, with Morten Wegger and Knut Øvreberg standing to his right. Photo courtesy the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.

There are 25 seated at the table. At the head resides consul Christensen; on his right side the governor and officers of the Floreana, on his left is captain Stub, captain and shore manager Seeberg and curator Wollebæk. The rest of the party is composed of colonists, the crew of Floreana and a couple of Ecuadorians. The Ecuadorian workers were not at the table, though they joined around the Christmas tree.

Dinner is started with a welcoming speech by Christensen, first in Norwegian and then in Spanish. He begins by congratulating all for a job well done, reminding them of their dear ones back in their own country, and leads everyone in singing “Ja Vi Elsker,”§ Several rugged characters have tears in their eyes and experience difficulties with their voice, as they stand around the festive table trying to sing. But repeated toasting with “Akevitt” soon chases away the lumps in the throats, and when Olsen serves the traditional roast pork with prunes complete with sauerkraut, all yearning is forgotten, at least for the time being.

§ Ja Vi Elsker Dette Landet (“Yes we love this country”) is the Norwegian national anthem.

With coffee and cake the cigarettes appear, and there are more speeches. Next Christensen distributes the deeds of trust for the 50-acre plots allotted to each expedition member. He also presents a draft of future plans for the colony. Everything is arranged for the whaling concession. He still expects to have exclusive rights for all whaling around the islands, and to have two whale factory ships arriving in time for the February-June season. One of the ships will be the Kommandøren from the company “Vega.”§

§ Each factory ship is accompanied by four to six small fast whale catching ships.

Then it is Ribadeneira's turn to speak. The governor expresses his admiration for all that has been achieved in such a short time. He pictures an industrious colony with many job opportunities for many Norwegians and Ecuadorians. As for himself, he seriously considers moving the governor's residence from San Cristóbal to Floreana!

Ludvig Næss describes the remaining festivities in his letter dated December 26, 1925:

“Later in the evening all gathered around the Christmas tree and sang the beautiful carols of a happy Christmases back home. The Ecuadorians also took part; so we were all together 35 men going around the Christmas tree in the relatively small room. Øvreberg read the Yuletide gospel and one of the colonists performed with a clear voice, “The big white flock.” Author Nylander gave a beautiful speech in which he spoke about the significance of Christmas Eve.

“The party continued into the wee hours of the morning, and for us, this Christmas will remain as a life-long memory; all were happy, but with a slightly melancholic undertone.”

But soon the daily chores caught up with them again. During the following months communications with the continent were just as bad as ever. Floreana appeared only once more, in April. For two months prior to this visit the schooner remained inactive in Guayaquil, with the colonists thinking that she was busy with profitable time charters.

This time Captain Stub had brought with him a gang of professional cowboys which he had hired at San Cristóbal. They tried to catch wild cattle, which, according to plans, would be sold on the continent. This proved to be a hopeless undertaking. Captured cattle broke out of the heavy barbed wire-fenced coral as easily as if it were sewing-thread. When Seeberg had his arm crushed and two Ecuadorians were seriously injured, they gave up altogether.

Stub had nothing new to report about Isabela or Christensen's whaling fleet. The parts for the telegraph were also sadly missing, and when the colonists at Post Office Bay ran out of butter, powdered milk, flour and tobacco, two of the men regarded the whole operation as hopeless. Knut Øvreberg wanted to return home to teaching in Larvik, and Rolf Sønderskov to his hotel job in Porsgrunn. The author Nylander also felt he had gathered enough inspiration for his writings.§ When they left the colony aboard Floreana, which yet again would head for the continent in search of profitable charters, Seeberg also went along.

§ Unfortunately, it appears that Nylander never published anything about his time on Floreana.


Left: A good grip on the chair is necessary when “dentist” Knut Øvreberg extracts Ludvig Næss' sore tooth. Photo courtesy the Whaling Museum, Sandefjord.
Right: New Years, 1926. Ludvig Næss makes sure that Morten Wegger will not need a haircut for a long time! Photo courtesy Netta Næss.

If he should be instrumental in saving the colony, he, first of all, had to find out what was happening back home in Sandefjord.

Through telegrams back and forth between Seeberg in Guayaquil and Aug. F. Christensen—long since back in Sandefjord—Seeberg learned that there was a dispute with the Tønsberg Hval company regarding the concession for whale catching around the Galápagos Islands. It transpired that both companies had obtained sole fishing rights! The original “Vega” fleet that was to come to Galápagos was redirected at the last minute to another destination, and another ship, which Christensen should have taken over in Mexico, was wrecked.

It appeared as if all the witchcraft of the Enchanted Islands was directed against the Norwegian colonists. Seeberg was anything but happy while waiting for a passage back to his friends on Floreana.

But in spite of all the depressing news, there were some bright spots. Several more Norwegian Galápagos expeditions were apparently on their way or being planned.

And the 39-foot long cutter Isabela, destined to be an important communication link between the islands and the continent, was finally on her way. But not with Olav Eilertsen as captain, but rather with a man from Bergen named Paul Bruun.

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