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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER''
+====== THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER ======
-A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of
-the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales.
+A Journal devoted to matters of interest to members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales.
-No. 153	October 1933.
-Publishing Committee:
+No. 153	October 1933
-Misses Brenda White, (Editor ), Marjorie Hill,
-Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy.
+__Publishing Committee:__
-EDITORIAL
-The weather gods certainly did not seem to be on our side at Eight Hour Week-end, but from what I have since learned, all the parties that went out enjoyed themselves, in spite of it being "very wet and windy" for the official party on the heights, and "very wet but not so windy" for those who followed rivers. I have it on the authority of two Bargers that Breakfast Creek was actually flowing into the Cox, and so was Galong Creek - I nearly had my slippers washed off crossing it.
+Misses Brenda White (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr Myles Dunphy.
-Now our thoughts will be turning towards the Christmas holidays as the next spell, but before then, one of the most important events of the Club year will take place - the 6th. Annual Concert an 1st. November. Preparations
-and rehearsals are the order of the day (and night), to the exclusion of literary pursuits, so several promised contributions for this issue have failed to materialise. Jean Austen has definitely promised the third and last spasm of "Barrington Tops" for the Christmas Number.
+===== Editorial =====
+The weather gods certainly did not seem to be on our side at Eight Hour Weekend, but from what I have since learned, all the parties that went out enjoyed themselves, in spite of it being "very wet and windy" for the official party on the heights, and "very wet but not so windy" for those who followed rivers. I have it on the authority of two Bargers that Breakfast Creek was actually flowing into the Cox, and so was Galong Creek - I nearly had my slippers washed off crossing it.
+Now our thoughts will be turning towards the Christmas holidays as the next spell, but before then, one of the most important events of the club year will take place - the 6th annual concert on 1st November. Preparations
+and rehearsals are the order of the day (and night), to the exclusion of literary pursuits, so several promised contributions for this issue have failed to materialise. Jean Austen has definitely promised the third and last spasm of "Barrington Tops" for the Christmas number.
 Jack Debert's article, "Gone Bush", was only received by me a week after the August issue was published, but is included this time.
-The latest news from Bill Purnell is that he is climbing mountains in
-Switzerland - he has sent me several articles, written on board the "Ville d'Amiens" on the way to Marseilles, which you will find in this issue.
-By the way, Bill will not be here for the next Swimming Carnival, so who is going to take his place as champion?
-FILMMG MOUNT WELLINGTON.
-During the first week of August two years ago, our Club members received a special "summons" from the Secretary. The Government Tourist Bureau, in conjunction with the Hobart City Council, arranged for cinema pictures to be taken showing the sport of Ski-ing on Mt.Wellington, and had enlisted the help of the Hobart Walking Club.
-Sunday the Ninth turned out a beautifully fine day, and the Mountain was
-"THE	SYDNEY  BUSHWA,LICER1'
-A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of
-the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New Sc:uth Wales.
-No. 15.	October 1933.
-Publishing Committee:
-Misses Brenda White, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy.
-EDITORIAL
-The weather gods certainly did not seem to be on our side at Eight Hour Week-end, but from what I have since learned, all the parties that went out enjoyed themselves, in spite of it being "very wet and windy" for the official party on the heights, and "very wet but not so windy" for those who followed rivers. I have it on the authority of two Bargers that Breakfast Creek was actually flawing into the Cox, and so was Galong Creek - I nearly had my slippers washed off crossing it.
-Now our thoughts will be turning towards the Christmas holidays as the next spell, but before then, one of the most important events of the Club year will take place - the 6th. Annual Concert an 1st. November. Preparations and rehearsals are the order of the day (and night), to the exclusion of literary pursuits, so several promised contributions for this issue have failed to materialise. Jean Austen has definitely promised the third and last spasm of "Barrington Tops" for the Christmas Number.
-Jack Debertts article, "Gone Bush", was only received by me a week after the August issue was published, but is included this time.
 The latest news from Bill Purnell is that he is climbing mountains in Switzerland - he has sent me several articles, written on board the "Ville d'Amiens" on the way to Marseilles, which you will find in this issue.
-By the way, Bill will not be here for the next Swimming Carnival, so who is going to take his place as champion?
-FILMING MOUNT WELLINGTON.
+By the way, Bill will not be here for the next swimming carnival, so who is going to take his place as champion?
-During the first week of August two years ago, our Club members received a special "summons" from the Secretary. The Government Tourist Bureau, in oonjunction with the Hobart City Council, arranged for cinema pictures to be taken showing the sport of Ski-ing on MtMellington, and had enlisted the help of the Hobart Walking Club.
-Sunday the Ninth turned out a beautifully fine day, and the Mountain was
+===== Filming Mount Wellington =====
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-At 1205 we set out for the snow regions, leaving our packs behind. We joined the almost steady stream of "traffic" going up. The Mountain is always
+During the first week of August two years ago, our Club members received a special "summons" from the secretary. The government tourist bureau, in conjunction with the Hobart city council, arranged for cinema pictures to be taken showing the sport of skiing on Mt Wellington, and had enlisted the help of the Hobart Walking Club.
-a popular place for walking, during winter week-ends, but on that Sunday there were even more people than usual. It is not every week the Mountain is filmed All Hobart and its wives and families seemed to be abroad.
-It was some way up the Pinnacle Track before we came to the snow which was hard, and consequently slippery. (We don't always have to go so far afield for snow. It is quite usual for the snow to be as law as the Ferntree, on the Mountain, and occasionally, after a heavy fall, the surrounding hills of Hobart are covered. I remember the winter of 1921 when there was such a heavy fall, that in Hobart, and even in the Eastern suburbs, people awoke one morning to a white world.)
+Sunday the ninth turned out a beautifully fine day, and the mountain was
-progress was muc.h slower tooan the Zig !lag. One person slivoinr. on
-the traok ahead would hold-up perhaps a aozen more behind, if there WAS no chance to pass. In a few places the wire hand rail was buried in the snow, and therefore it was difficult to obtain a footing without the wire to pull oneself up by. It was the rule, rather than the exception, to take one step forward, and slip two backwards; One felt compelled to stop occasionally, and look upwards at the Procession of dark moving figures, showing up so clearly against the white background, as they wound their way up the Zig Zag Track.... or to look down at the panorama below,
+At 12:05 we set out for the snow regions, leaving our packs behind. We joined the almost steady stream of "traffic" going up. The mountain is always a popular place for walking, during winter weekends, but on that Sunday there were even more people than usual. It is not every week the mountain is filmed! All Hobart and its wives and families seemed to be abroad.
-There were a number of people coming dawn too, and they always slipped, and clutched at the mire, just as one was finding it necessary to do the same.
-The Ski carriers found it very difficult, as they did not have their hands free, like the rest of us.
+It was some way up the Pinnacle Track before we came to the snow which was hard, and consequently slippery. (We don't always have to go so far a field for snow. It is quite usual for the snow to be as low as the Ferntree, on the mountain, and occasionally, after a heavy fall, the surrounding hills of Hobart are covered. I remember the winter of 1921 when there was such a heavy fall, that in Hobart, and even in the eastern suburbs, people awoke one morning to a white world.)
-We left the Track, and reached the snowy slopes below the Pinnacle about 1 o'clock. There the snow was literally sprinkled with moving figures, and
-sprinkled generously - their bright jumpers, scarves, and berets, of every imaginable colour, looked very effective. Some were an Skis, looking as much
+Progress was much slower too on the Zig Zag. One person slipping on the track ahead would hold-up perhaps a dozen more behind, if there was no chance to pass. In a few places the wire hand rail was buried in the snow, and therefore it was difficult to obtain a footing without the wire to pull oneself up by. It was the rule, rather than the exception, to take one step forward, and slip two backwards! One felt compelled to stop occasionally, and look upwards at the procession of dark moving figures, showing up so clearly against the white background, as they wound their way up the Zig Zag track.... or to look down at the panorama below.
+There were a number of people coming down too, and they always slipped, and clutched at the wire, just as one was finding it necessary to do the same. The ski carriers found it very difficult, as they did not have their hands free, like the rest of us.
+We left the track, and reached the snowy slopes below the pinnacle about 1 o'clock. There the snow was literally sprinkled with moving figures, and sprinkled generously - their bright jumpers, scarves, and berets, of every imaginable colour, looked very effective. Some were an skis, looking as much
 at home on them as we did on our feet. Others were picking themselves up from the ground, looking quite surprised at their sudden downfall.
 Other parties had Toboggans, and haw I envied them their sports However,