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 Thus ended a trip most memorable, blessed with good weather, endowed with wonderful hospitality by the bushfolk, and enriched by the companionship of the three best cobbers man could have. Thus ended a trip most memorable, blessed with good weather, endowed with wonderful hospitality by the bushfolk, and enriched by the companionship of the three best cobbers man could have.
  
-======THE RISE AND DECLINE OF THE BUSHWALKERS======+=====THE RISE AND DECLINE OF THE BUSHWALKERS=====
  
 //"The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly.//"\\  //"The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly.//"\\ 
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 Though the "Bushwakker" story "lends an air of artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative", I can only pity "Historica" since her friends, or her health, or her tastes, or something, prevent her from associating with the real Bush Walkers when she so much wants to do so. Let her, however, continue hopefully in the company of the Era-haunters so that in the fulness of time (though consuming much juicy steak and other good food with them, and sharing their sports and rambles) she may at last manage to pass the necessary tests and become a real Bush Walker herself. Though the "Bushwakker" story "lends an air of artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative", I can only pity "Historica" since her friends, or her health, or her tastes, or something, prevent her from associating with the real Bush Walkers when she so much wants to do so. Let her, however, continue hopefully in the company of the Era-haunters so that in the fulness of time (though consuming much juicy steak and other good food with them, and sharing their sports and rambles) she may at last manage to pass the necessary tests and become a real Bush Walker herself.
  
-We may not brag as much now as we used to - it is so difficult these days to find anything tough enough to brag about to other bush walkers, while ''non-serious hikers" and the ignorant public are only interested in mileages! Yet there are still ways by which a hiker can tell a bushwalker at sight, in fact one hiker told one of us only a few months ago that there are three unmistakable signs by which we are known -- our khaki shorts, our very large packs, and our tails!? “Yes, all you ever see of the Bush Walkers is their tails disappearing in the distance."!!+We may not brag as much now as we used to - it is so difficult these days to find anything tough enough to brag about to other bush walkers, while "non-serious hikers" and the ignorant public are only interested in mileages! Yet there are still ways by which a hiker can tell a bushwalker at sight, in fact one hiker told one of us only a few months ago that there are three unmistakable signs by which we are known -- our khaki shorts, our very large packs, and our tails!? “Yes, all you ever see of the Bush Walkers is their tails disappearing in the distance."!!
  
 By the way, it is no wonder the Bush Walkers carry such large packs! It is recorded that on a recent Sunday evening one member ate eight sausages as part of his tea. Not every one can "live on the country" as successfully as that doughty huntress who caught a wild duck with her hands, and her hat! Few of us could, or would, go "farming" and buy milk and cream every night for a fortnight with the same sixpence! But I grow garrulous!! By the way, it is no wonder the Bush Walkers carry such large packs! It is recorded that on a recent Sunday evening one member ate eight sausages as part of his tea. Not every one can "live on the country" as successfully as that doughty huntress who caught a wild duck with her hands, and her hat! Few of us could, or would, go "farming" and buy milk and cream every night for a fortnight with the same sixpence! But I grow garrulous!!
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-======THE VORACIOUS VEGETARIAN======+=====THE VORACIOUS VEGETARIAN=====
  
 "The snail's a vegetarian, he doesn't care for meat,\\  "The snail's a vegetarian, he doesn't care for meat,\\ 
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-======THE ROOF OF AUSTRALIA======+=====THE ROOF OF AUSTRALIA=====
  
 Seated around a breakfast table at the Chalet, Charlotte Pass, recently a party of ten adventurous men and four not so adventurous girls discussed plans for the day. From the experiences of the previous evening, related by some of the party, it was soon decided that to remain on the slopes about the Chalet, as had been the original intention, was out of the question, as very frozen, bumpy snow holds no pleasure even for expert skiers, and for the comparative novices who made up most of the party, it meant only busters and bruises galore. Seated around a breakfast table at the Chalet, Charlotte Pass, recently a party of ten adventurous men and four not so adventurous girls discussed plans for the day. From the experiences of the previous evening, related by some of the party, it was soon decided that to remain on the slopes about the Chalet, as had been the original intention, was out of the question, as very frozen, bumpy snow holds no pleasure even for expert skiers, and for the comparative novices who made up most of the party, it meant only busters and bruises galore.
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 //Richard J. Croker// //Richard J. Croker//
  
-======LYRE-TALES & OTHER TALES======+=====LYRE-TALES & OTHER TALES=====
 //By M. Bacon// //By M. Bacon//
  
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-======THE MAN WHO FORGETS HIS CAMPING GEAR======+=====THE MAN WHO FORGETS HIS CAMPING GEAR=====
  
 He is not a careless chap. On the contrary he is a very methodical fellow. The sort of man, who, when camping, always washes the dishes and his teeth before turning in and folds all his spare clothes before turning out the light. He always carries a dish cloth and tea towel, and two plates so that he needn't eat his stewed apricots off the same plate as his steak and onions. He is not a careless chap. On the contrary he is a very methodical fellow. The sort of man, who, when camping, always washes the dishes and his teeth before turning in and folds all his spare clothes before turning out the light. He always carries a dish cloth and tea towel, and two plates so that he needn't eat his stewed apricots off the same plate as his steak and onions.
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-======THAT WARRAGAMBA RIVER======+=====THAT WARRAGAMBA RIVER=====
  
 //By Barney// //By Barney//
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-======A TRAMP IN THE FEDERAL CAPITAL TERRITORY======+=====A TRAMP IN THE FEDERAL CAPITAL TERRITORY=====
 There is always a fascination in going into completely new country about which you can obtain no information beforehand, especially when it contains mountains over 6000 feet high. It was this that took us to the heaving mass of rolling mountains that you pass as you drive from Canberra to Cooma. There is always a fascination in going into completely new country about which you can obtain no information beforehand, especially when it contains mountains over 6000 feet high. It was this that took us to the heaving mass of rolling mountains that you pass as you drive from Canberra to Cooma.
  
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-======BARRINGTON TOPS======+=====BARRINGTON TOPS=====
 //by Jean Austen// //by Jean Austen//
  
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 Down over the grazing country of the Jolliffe cattle. This is a delightful valley where the Boonabilla or Mount Royal Creek runs down to meet the Paterson River. There we met a large herd of cattle who came to inspect us. I had gone ahead of Anice to prepare a fire and some food at Jolliffe's old place. I used all the bullocky language I could remember and shoo-ed them away, and crept fearfully along with the brutes staring at me from the foot hills. When opposite the old grave yard I heard shrieks and yells from behind me and realised that the cattle had evidently come down again to see Anice. I thought by the sounds that she was being trampled or gored to death as I had turned a bend in the valley. I dropped my pack and raced back to find Anice staggering along weakly, but on coming up with her found that she was only weak with laughter. She shrieked and coo-eed so violently that the cattle took fright and made off up the mountain side. This had evidently done her the world of good, as from then on she recovered her energy and was unwilling to stop at Jolliffe's. So after consuming a few oranges and admiring the Paterson Valley in its soft loveliness, and trying to conjure up the vision of hardships endured by the pioneers who came here when it was all brush, we moved on dawn the Paterson and came to Caperero's where we met Mr Jim Jolliffe with his bullock team. He was pleased and amused to see us traveling alone. They have started taking timber out of the brush Down over the grazing country of the Jolliffe cattle. This is a delightful valley where the Boonabilla or Mount Royal Creek runs down to meet the Paterson River. There we met a large herd of cattle who came to inspect us. I had gone ahead of Anice to prepare a fire and some food at Jolliffe's old place. I used all the bullocky language I could remember and shoo-ed them away, and crept fearfully along with the brutes staring at me from the foot hills. When opposite the old grave yard I heard shrieks and yells from behind me and realised that the cattle had evidently come down again to see Anice. I thought by the sounds that she was being trampled or gored to death as I had turned a bend in the valley. I dropped my pack and raced back to find Anice staggering along weakly, but on coming up with her found that she was only weak with laughter. She shrieked and coo-eed so violently that the cattle took fright and made off up the mountain side. This had evidently done her the world of good, as from then on she recovered her energy and was unwilling to stop at Jolliffe's. So after consuming a few oranges and admiring the Paterson Valley in its soft loveliness, and trying to conjure up the vision of hardships endured by the pioneers who came here when it was all brush, we moved on dawn the Paterson and came to Caperero's where we met Mr Jim Jolliffe with his bullock team. He was pleased and amused to see us traveling alone. They have started taking timber out of the brush
 and he and his son Norman are constructing a mill at the old homestead. Here and he and his son Norman are constructing a mill at the old homestead. Here
-we also net Peter Caperero, digging in his farm. Peter is a very handsome young man of about 29. His father was an Italian who came to the Paterson many years ago and married one of the Jolliffe girls, sister to Mr Jim. In Italian fashion, he built his house on the rockiest and most unfertile piece of land and left the best flats for the cultivation of grapes which he was growing for wine. He tried this industry for some years but failed to make a fortune. The huge vats etc. are still there to be seen. The house is built on a long rocky spur which runs out into the river, having a sheer cliff an one side and a very steep bank on the other. The bank is planted with orange trees and from the opposite side of the river the effect is most picturesque.+we also net Peter Caperero, digging in his farm. Peter is a very handsome young man of about 29. His father was an Italian who came to the Paterson many years ago and married one of the Jolliffe girls, sister to Mr Jim. In Italian fashion, he built his house on the rockiest and most unfertile piece of land and left the best flats for the cultivation of grapes which he was growing for wine. He tried this industry for some years but failed to make a fortune. The huge vats etc. are still there to be seen. The house is built on a long rocky spur which runs out into the river, having a sheer cliff an one side and a very steep bank on the other. The bank is planted with orange trees and from the opposite side of the river the effect is most picturesque.
  
 Peter's wife was calling him to lunch and after he had assured, us that their neighbours Keith & Bertha Keleghear had not gone away, he climbed up the steep cliff path towards the house. Apparently there was a consultation for as we were winding our way across the river, Peter called to us an invitation to lunch, which we gladly accepted and climbed, after him up the cliff. I had seen Peter before though we were not acquainted, and had not seen his wife. They of course, knew all about the Austens, those queer "walking people." Peter's wife was calling him to lunch and after he had assured, us that their neighbours Keith & Bertha Keleghear had not gone away, he climbed up the steep cliff path towards the house. Apparently there was a consultation for as we were winding our way across the river, Peter called to us an invitation to lunch, which we gladly accepted and climbed, after him up the cliff. I had seen Peter before though we were not acquainted, and had not seen his wife. They of course, knew all about the Austens, those queer "walking people."
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-======THE FORMATION AND RISE OF THE BUSHWALKERS======+=====THE FORMATION AND RISE OF THE BUSHWALKERS=====
 //By Scientifica// //By Scientifica//
  
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-======SOCIAL NOTES======+=====SOCIAL NOTES=====
  
 We have had yet another talk on the ever popular Great Barrier Reef, this time by Mr O'Sullivan. We all felt that we were revisiting familiar scenes, although a number of us have, as yet, not been able to get that far, although we are living in hopes. We have had yet another talk on the ever popular Great Barrier Reef, this time by Mr O'Sullivan. We all felt that we were revisiting familiar scenes, although a number of us have, as yet, not been able to get that far, although we are living in hopes.
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 //Social Secretary// //Social Secretary//
  
-======STOP PRESS======+=====STOP PRESS=====
 One of the most interesting sights on the Blue Mountains last weekend was the One of the most interesting sights on the Blue Mountains last weekend was the
 return of Peter Page's official Bank Holiday Trip. Rene Dagmar, reigning chief of the Foxpaws, was welcomed into Blackheath by a committee of two (dogs) the whole town was in great excitement, for never before had they seen such a sight. She had a nephew on either side, and a segmented train of "orange certificates", which the uninitiated might have mistaken for three quarters of a yard of Cocktail Frankfurts. return of Peter Page's official Bank Holiday Trip. Rene Dagmar, reigning chief of the Foxpaws, was welcomed into Blackheath by a committee of two (dogs) the whole town was in great excitement, for never before had they seen such a sight. She had a nephew on either side, and a segmented train of "orange certificates", which the uninitiated might have mistaken for three quarters of a yard of Cocktail Frankfurts.
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