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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 natters of interest to Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales.+
  
 No. 16. December 1933. No. 16. December 1933.
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 Publishing Committee: Misses Brenda Mite, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy. Publishing Committee: Misses Brenda Mite, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy.
  
- +===== Editorial =====
-===== EDITORIAL =====+
  
  
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 Since then we have wiped off the debt on the Blue Gum Forest, and that lovely tract of land is safe from destruction for all time. Since then we have wiped off the debt on the Blue Gum Forest, and that lovely tract of land is safe from destruction for all time.
  
-Our new project, and one that is just as close to our hearts , is the preservation of the Garawarra area.+Our new project, and one that is just as close to our hearts, is the preservation of the Garawarra area.
 We could not with equanimity think of a promenade and week-end cottages, with attendant motor cars and rubbish, at Era or Burning Palms, so, by steady perseverance, we induced the powers-that-be to see our point of view, and have made a start, "and a good start, too," with 1300 acres. We could not with equanimity think of a promenade and week-end cottages, with attendant motor cars and rubbish, at Era or Burning Palms, so, by steady perseverance, we induced the powers-that-be to see our point of view, and have made a start, "and a good start, too," with 1300 acres.
  
-Most of the hard work in this connection was cheerfully done by Joe Turner, to whom our warmest thanks are due +Most of the hard work in this connection was cheerfully done by Joe Turner, to whom our warmest thanks are due. 
-Now that the holidays are coming, lots of you will be taking on trips ranging from a few days to several weeks, and I am sure many of these will be well worth writing up for the February issue of "The Sydney Bushwalker," + 
-A party of girls, including two members of the publishing committee, will shortly be sailing for Tasmania as the guests of our friend and fellow-walker, Mary Harrisson, and will not be returning to Sydney till the end of January. As one of these fortunate folk, I shall not be here to worry you for contributions, but am handing this office over to Dorothy Lawry and Jean Trimble, so please be kind to them, and let them have all articles in plenty of time for publication. Reports of Anniversary week-end may be given to me any time after 29th. January.+Now that the holidays are coming, lots of you will be taking on trips ranging from a few days to several weeks, and I am sure many of these will be well worth writing up for the February issue of "The Sydney Bushwalker".
  
 +A party of girls, including two members of the publishing committee, will shortly be sailing for Tasmania as the guests of our friend and fellow-walker, Mary Harrison, and will not be returning to Sydney till the end of January. As one of these fortunate folk, I shall not be here to worry you for contributions, but am handing this office over to Dorothy Lawry and Jean Trimble, so please be kind to them, and let them have all articles in plenty of time for publication. Reports of Anniversary week-end may be given to me any time after 29th. January.
  
 It does more; while up, it goes up and down several times, as you will discover when you finish the climb up the Knife Edge. Unless you have been there, you will hardly credit the diversity of scenery that mountain packs into its small compass - about 2 miles by half-a-mile, plus a spur running out at right angles for about a mile. There are tree-clothed tops, and scrubby tops; steep gullies and enclosed valleys; swamps and running creeks; steep slopes, spurs, and sheer cliffs; camping caves, and one small but beautiful fern glen. It does more; while up, it goes up and down several times, as you will discover when you finish the climb up the Knife Edge. Unless you have been there, you will hardly credit the diversity of scenery that mountain packs into its small compass - about 2 miles by half-a-mile, plus a spur running out at right angles for about a mile. There are tree-clothed tops, and scrubby tops; steep gullies and enclosed valleys; swamps and running creeks; steep slopes, spurs, and sheer cliffs; camping caves, and one small but beautiful fern glen.
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 While I know of three lots of permanent water on Mt.Solitary, I agree with Mr. Maxwell that it would not be really safe to count on any of them in, say, a hot, dry February. Still, from about April to January these creeks can be depended upon, specially the one in the large, enclosed valley that we call Singajinglewell. The flat, silted-up floor of this valley provides plenty of camping space if the cave should be occupied by another party. While I know of three lots of permanent water on Mt.Solitary, I agree with Mr. Maxwell that it would not be really safe to count on any of them in, say, a hot, dry February. Still, from about April to January these creeks can be depended upon, specially the one in the large, enclosed valley that we call Singajinglewell. The flat, silted-up floor of this valley provides plenty of camping space if the cave should be occupied by another party.
  
-And, then, the sheer cliffs that wall this "Happy Hunting Ground"! One particular spot NB named "Squirm Cliff" for an angle made it possible to see the face of the rock (a chinless one) and to look dawn to the trees below made the hackles rise and the marrow in our backbones squirm. At another spot Wilbur reckons the sheer drop at 800 ft. for they took a rock the size of his head, dropped it over and timed it, and it powdered when it hit a tree 10 seconds later - and broke off a branch twice as thick as his arm.+And then, the sheer cliffs that wall this "Happy Hunting Ground"! One particular spot NB named "Squirm Cliff" for an angle made it possible to see the face of the rock (a chinless one) and to look dawn to the trees below made the hackles rise and the marrow in our backbones squirm. At another spot Wilbur reckons the sheer drop at 800 ft. for they took a rock the size of his head, dropped it over and timed it, and it powdered when it hit a tree 10 seconds later - and broke off a branch twice as thick as his arm.
  
-I haven' yet climbed to the top of that sheer cliff you see from Katoomba - the one just east of the big "V" cleft - but some day I hope to, for the view from up there must be marvelous. Though the back is steep but not sheer, that cliff from the bottom of the V up is just an upturned knife-blade, for a creek flows west behind it for about a quarter mile and empties out through the cleft. Where it turns in the cleft is only about 30-yds. to 50-yds. from the edge. Some day - who knows when, tomorrow, or a thousand years hence? - that piece of Mt.Solitary is going to fall off; and then there will only be two lots of permanent water, and the thirsty climber will have to go right to the eastern end of the mountain to get a drink!+I haven' yet climbed to the top of that sheer cliff you see from Katoomba - the one just east of the big "V" cleft - but some day I hope to, for the view from up there must be marvellous. Though the back is steep but not sheer, that cliff from the bottom of the V up is just an upturned knife-blade, for a creek flows west behind it for about a quarter mile and empties out through the cleft. Where it turns in the cleft is only about 30yds. to 50yds. from the edge. Some day - who knows when, tomorrow, or a thousand years hence? - that piece of Mt.Solitary is going to fall off; and then there will only be two lots of permanent water, and the thirsty climber will have to go right to the eastern end of the mountain to get a drink!
  
 You photographers above all, when you go, give yourselves lots of time; take lots of film and gadgets; and pray hard for misty mornings and fine days. Then you'll get some wonderful "shots", and even better memories! You photographers above all, when you go, give yourselves lots of time; take lots of film and gadgets; and pray hard for misty mornings and fine days. Then you'll get some wonderful "shots", and even better memories!
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 D.Lawry. D.Lawry.
  
- +===== "Barrington Tops" (Concluded) =====
- +
-===== "BARRINGTON TOPS" (Concluded) =====+
   
  
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-===== ERA =====+===== Era =====
  
 In her article on Mt. Solitary Dorothy Lawry refers to it as being "on the map." For the information of those who were not present at our 6th. Annual Concert or the repeat performance, I am giving below the words of our latest song hit, which will explain the reference. In her article on Mt. Solitary Dorothy Lawry refers to it as being "on the map." For the information of those who were not present at our 6th. Annual Concert or the repeat performance, I am giving below the words of our latest song hit, which will explain the reference.
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 The price is 6d. The price is 6d.
  
-F.A. PALLIN,\\+F.A. Pallin,\\
 321 George Street, (Opp. Wynyard Stn.) SYDNEY. 321 George Street, (Opp. Wynyard Stn.) SYDNEY.
 Phone: B 3101. Phone: B 3101.
  
  
-===== A SEQUEL =====+===== A Sequel =====
  
 After reading the adventures of Ay-noo-men, I'm minded to relate a tale of wonders, the experiences of Anole-mem and Doo-em. After reading the adventures of Ay-noo-men, I'm minded to relate a tale of wonders, the experiences of Anole-mem and Doo-em.
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-===== EIGHT HOUR DAY HOLIDAY TRIP =====+===== Eight Hour Day Holliday Trip =====
    
 29th. Sept. to 2nd. October 1933.  29th. Sept. to 2nd. October 1933. 
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 October 2nd. (Monday):\\ October 2nd. (Monday):\\
-All slept well through the night and there was no excitement. While I made breakfast Morrie built a huge fire to dry out our things. Got on the way about 9 a.m. and left our packs at a cave at the junction of Govett's Leap Creek, and went on down to the Blue Gum light. Met several parties on the way. The rain had stopped and the sun broke through. All were delighted with the trees and got several photos. When back at the Junction we had lunch and then at 2.15 p.m. Morrie left us, as he wanted to catch a train about 4.30, of which more later. Fred and I took it easily up the glen and admired some of the view spots and got a couple of photos of falls. The main Gavett's Leap Fall was very fine, with a good flaw of water coming over and drifting about like smoke. Fred was in very bad form and at times could hardly make the grade, particularly up some of the steps and ladders near the top.+All slept well through the night and there was no excitement. While I made breakfast Morrie built a huge fire to dry out our things. Got on the way about 9 a.m. and left our packs at a cave at the junction of Govett's Leap Creek, and went on down to the Blue Gum light. Met several parties on the way. The rain had stopped and the sun broke through. All were delighted with the trees and got several photos. When back at the Junction we had lunch and then at 2.15 p.m. Morrie left us, as he wanted to catch a train about 4.30, of which more later. Fred and I took it easily up the glen and admired some of the view spots and got a couple of photos of falls. The main Gavett's Leap Fall was very fine, with a good flow of water coming over and drifting about like smoke. Fred was in very bad form and at times could hardly make the grade, particularly up some of the steps and ladders near the top.
  
 Whilst near the big ladder there was some very vivid lightning and heavy thunder right overhead, and the valley got inky black. We wondered how a man and woman we'd seen well down the glen were getting on. The mist was driving up the valley against the cliffs like great clouds. Just as we made the top rain started in earnest, and we hoped some of the cars there would offer us a lift, but our luck was out. One car, however, had a ribald crowd who tried to poke fun at us. Changed in some bushes near main road and got to station at 5.35 and found Morrie there, as he had just missed the earlier train. Fred and I went as far as Leura, but broke the journey there to pick up the suitcase sent from Blackheath, but got another train 15 minutes later and had a carriage to ourselves. A big number of hikers and bushwalkers beside others travelling. Coffee at Penrith and so to Sydney after a good, although wet, trip. Whilst near the big ladder there was some very vivid lightning and heavy thunder right overhead, and the valley got inky black. We wondered how a man and woman we'd seen well down the glen were getting on. The mist was driving up the valley against the cliffs like great clouds. Just as we made the top rain started in earnest, and we hoped some of the cars there would offer us a lift, but our luck was out. One car, however, had a ribald crowd who tried to poke fun at us. Changed in some bushes near main road and got to station at 5.35 and found Morrie there, as he had just missed the earlier train. Fred and I went as far as Leura, but broke the journey there to pick up the suitcase sent from Blackheath, but got another train 15 minutes later and had a carriage to ourselves. A big number of hikers and bushwalkers beside others travelling. Coffee at Penrith and so to Sydney after a good, although wet, trip.
  
  
-===== LITERATURE AND BUSHWALKING. =====+===== Litterature and Bushwalking. ===== 
 + 
 +On considering such a subject the first thing that came to my mind was; "What has literature to do with bushwalking?" but that, on second thought, proved a foolish question since literature has to do with everything that is of interest to man and his correlative, woman. The question should have been "What has bushwalking to do with literature?" Decidedly nothing, since Clancy's mate who wrote with what looked mighty like a thumbnail dipped in tar, could quite possibly have made as good a Bushwalker, though not perhaps as interesting a companion, as the late Professor Le Gay Breretan, that learned yet human Landloper. 
 + 
 +Nevertheless, it is a fact that urbanised people who spend their leisure exploring the great open spaces, develop a love for reading of the like experiences of other people and a desire to communicate their own experiences to others. It may be an extension of the spirit of Good Fellowship, a sort of modern development of the old letter-writing habit, whereby you tell your experiences, not to a favoured few, but to all who chose to read (Note how many of the old travel books were first written as letters to friends!). Maybe, also, that the bush quiet of the day's end engenders meditation or, if you prefer it, thought, and so novel an experience in these hurried times demands recording. However that may be, it would seem that if every man who runs may read, every man who walks must write.
  
-On considering such a subject the first thing that came to my mind was; "-What has literature to do with bushwalking?" but that, on senond thought, proved a foolish question since literature has to do with everything that is of interest to man and his correlative, woman. The question should have been 'What has bushwalking to do with literature?" Decidedly nothing, since Clancy's mate who wrote with what looked mighty like a thumbnail dipped in tar, could quite possibly have made as good a Bushwalker, though not perhaps as interesting a companion, as the late Professor Le Gay Breretan, that learned yet human Landloper. 
-Nevertheless, it is a fact that urbanised people who spend their leisure exploring the great open spaces, develop a love for reading of the like experiences of other people and a desire to communicate their own experiences to others. It may be an extension of the spirit of Good Fellowship, a sort of modern development 
-of the old letter-writing habit, whereby you tell your experiences, not to a favoured few, but to all who chose to read. (Note how many of the old travel books were first written as letters to friends!) Maybe, also, that the bush quiet of the day's end engenders meditation or, if you prefer it, thought, and so novel an experience in these hurried times demands recording. However that may be, it would seem that if every man who runs may read, every man who walks must write. 
 Certainly there is now a definite literature of walking and at that no one can cavil, but there is one danger in this conjunction of literature and walking, for with so much talk it may develop into a cult pursued by queer people not for itself alone but in some weird worship of the Road, the Wind on the Heath or the Great Open Spaces, whereby an unkind African poet said, was most likely meant the gaping mouths of the farmers. Certainly there is now a definite literature of walking and at that no one can cavil, but there is one danger in this conjunction of literature and walking, for with so much talk it may develop into a cult pursued by queer people not for itself alone but in some weird worship of the Road, the Wind on the Heath or the Great Open Spaces, whereby an unkind African poet said, was most likely meant the gaping mouths of the farmers.
-The world is too full of such fads, quasi religions and obsessions already. This simple life business can Income one of the most annoying of complexes.+ 
 +The world is too full of such fads, quasi religions and obsessions already. This simple life business can become one of the most annoying of complexes. 
 If you would have a philosophy for your Bushwalking, then you will find it in the concluding words of Goethe's "Apprenticeship of Wilhelm Meister" - If you would have a philosophy for your Bushwalking, then you will find it in the concluding words of Goethe's "Apprenticeship of Wilhelm Meister" -
-"These Times were very good times only I cannot but smile tco look at thee; to my mind thou reseMblest Saul, the son of Kish, who went out to seek his father's asses and found a kingdom." + 
-Life has that engaging quality of unexpectedness. We do not do half of what we planned but we do things of which we never dreamed. We arrive at unimagined adventures by accidental routes. So it is with Bushwalking. But do not think I am belittling Bushwalking in comparing it to seeking for one's father's asses. Both have this in common that they are good earthy occupations demanding clear heads and physical fitness; and when Bushwalking leads quite unexpectedly to an appreciation of natural beauty and the experiencing of new emotions and thence to a need to find the perfect works to describe such beauty and to share those emotions with people across seas and across time, then it has made one ruler over a kingdom where ane can dwell with pleasure long after one's last Bushwalk has been taken, the kingdom of Imagination and Books. +"These Times were very good times only I cannot but smile to look at thee; to my mind thou reseMblest Saul, the son of Kish, who went out to seek his father's asses and found a kingdom." 
-JUNIUS JUNIOR. + 
-THE LOG OF THE "JOY". +Life has that engaging quality of unexpectedness. We do not do half of what we planned but we do things of which we never dreamed. We arrive at unimagined adventures by accidental routes. So it is with Bushwalking. But do not think I am belittling Bushwalking in comparing it to seeking for one's father's asses. Both have this in common that they are good earthy occupations demanding clear heads and physical fitness; and when Bushwalking leads quite unexpectedly to an appreciation of natural beauty and the experiencing of new emotions and thence to a need to find the perfect words to describe such beauty and to share those emotions with people across seas and across time, then it has made one ruler over a kingdom where one can dwell with pleasure long after one's last Bushwalk has been taken, the kingdom of Imagination and Books. 
-H. CHARDON. + 
-Final plans were made on Friday night 16th. December 1932, the meeting place for the morrow being the Luggage Booking Office at Central Station and the time 7.15 a.m. Tom arrived a bit late awing to a slight mishap with his car but still +Junius Junior. 
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-in good time to catch the 8.10 a.m. train to Tallong. The canoe was weighed with + 
-all due ceremony and the freight (12/-) paid, then all aboard and away We went. Seventeen glorious days ahead of us and not a care in the world. +===== The Log of the "Joy" ===== 
-Shortly after leaving Sydney we took an inventory of our gear to make sure + 
-nothing was left behind. The axe, one pair of sand shoes and one toothbrush failed +H. Chardon. 
-to answer the roll call. The axe we decided to dispense with as this was a summer + 
-trip but the other articles being indispensable had to be made good at Moss Vale. During the ten minutes stay Tom did some high speed shopping whilst I laid in a stock of eats for lunch.+Final plans were made on Friday night 16th. December 1932, the meeting place for the morrow being the Luggage Booking Office at Central Station and the time 7.15 a.m. Tom arrived a bit late awing to a slight mishap with his car but still in good time to catch the 8.10 a.m. train to Tallong. The canoe was weighed with all due ceremony and the freight (12/-) paid, then all aboard and away we went. Seventeen glorious days ahead of us and not a care in the world. 
 + 
 +Shortly after leaving Sydney we took an inventory of our gear to make sure nothing was left behind. The axe, one pair of sand shoes and one toothbrush failed to answer the roll call. The axe we decided to dispense with as this was a summer trip but the other articles being indispensable had to be made good at Moss Vale. During the ten minutes stay Tom did some high speed shopping whilst I laid in a stock of eats for lunch. 
 Tallong was reached at 12.10 p.m. without mishap and after a wait of a few minutes our transport arrived in the form of Mr. Kettle's lorry. Mr. Rumsey had arranged with him to meet us as he had to drive a party of cricketers round. Tallong was reached at 12.10 p.m. without mishap and after a wait of a few minutes our transport arrived in the form of Mr. Kettle's lorry. Mr. Rumsey had arranged with him to meet us as he had to drive a party of cricketers round.
-We had one close shave on the way out to the Lookdown when the stern of our boat grazed the branch of a dead tree. Had the bough been two inches longer our trip would have ended there. It gave us a sense of satisfaction to see our boat and loose gear on the ground at the start of the trail down to Badgeryts Crossing. We felt that now the success or otherwise of the trip depended entirely on us. + 
-Having paid for the lorry (8/-) we said good-bye to Mr. Kettle and went for a walk out to the Lookdawn. There is a marvellous view of the Shoalhaven Gorge to +We had one close shave on the way out to the Lookdown when the stern of our boat grazed the branch of a dead tree. Had the bough been two inches longer our trip would have ended there. It gave us a sense of satisfaction to see our boat and loose gear on the ground at the start of the trail down to Badgerys Crossing. We felt that now the success or otherwise of the trip depended entirely on us. 
-be obtained from here, with the river a blue thread broken in places by short patches of white which were rapids. Two thousand feet to the bottoms and the distance barely two miles of rough track. + 
-We started the descent at 1.20 p.m. It was hell carrying the canoe and all out gear dawn that shaly slope, devoid of vegetation save for stunted gums and Burrawang Palms. The first load consisted of our packs and the two kerosene tins of food. This made an awkward as well as a heavy load but WAS nothing compared with the awkwardness of the canoe. All possible ways of carrying were tried with little success. Our arms were nearly breaking by the time We reached the gear, so we sat down to think it over. It was at this stage that I was struck with a large idea. +Having paid for the lorry (8/-) we said good-bye to Mr. Kettle and went for a walk out to the Lookdown. There is a marvellous view of the Shoalhaven Gorge to be obtained from here, with the river a blue thread broken in places by short patches of white which were rapids. Two thousand feet to the bottoms and the distance barely two miles of rough track. 
-I explained it to Tom and he thought it worth trying so we selected a suitable tree, tore it dawn and commenced operations. The stern of the boat was rested in the fork, the two sides of which were lashed along the gunwales of the boat. This left the trunk of the tree poking out astern to act as a tail skid. A few more lashings + 
-and we were ready for a trial. It workedl+We started the descent at 1.20 p.m. It was hell carrying the canoe and all out gear down that shaly slope, devoid of vegetation save for stunted gums and Burrawang Palms. The first load consisted of our packs and the two kerosene tins of food. This made an awkward as well as a heavy load but was nothing compared with the awkwardness of the canoe. All possible ways of carrying were tried with little success. Our arms were nearly breaking by the time We reached the gear, so we sat down to think it over. It was at this stage that I was struck with a large idea. I explained it to Tom and he thought it worth trying so we selected a suitable tree, tore it dawn and commenced operations. The stern of the boat was rested in the fork, the two sides of which were lashed along the gunwales of the boat. This left the trunk of the tree poking out astern to act as a tail skid. A few more lashings 
 +and we were ready for a trial. It worked! 
 The gear was now the hardest load and as the distance was covered the halts increased in length. At length we reached the top of the final steep descent to the river. We lay down and Tom immediately fell asleep. After resting for a bit I set off alone with my pack and the two tins and after a number of spells reached the bottom utterly exhausted. I peeled off and waded out to the centre of the rapid and lay in the cool bubbling water until in danger of getting a chill. While drying off Tom hove in sight and on reaching me repeated my performance. The gear was now the hardest load and as the distance was covered the halts increased in length. At length we reached the top of the final steep descent to the river. We lay down and Tom immediately fell asleep. After resting for a bit I set off alone with my pack and the two tins and after a number of spells reached the bottom utterly exhausted. I peeled off and waded out to the centre of the rapid and lay in the cool bubbling water until in danger of getting a chill. While drying off Tom hove in sight and on reaching me repeated my performance.
-The time was now 5.30 and the boat was still halfway up the hill. Camp must be made immediately if we were to get settled before dark and the canoe would have to wait until to-morraw. There are some other folk camping down here, but as the camp site we eventually selected is some way from them we have not made their + 
-acquaintance. Food was now the order of the day, after which we smoked a pipe and turned in at 8.45 tired out and aching in every muscle. +The time was now 5.30 and the boat was still halfway up the hill. Camp must be made immediately if we were to get settled before dark and the canoe would have to wait until tomorrow. There are some other folk camping down here, but as the camp site we eventually selected is some way from them we have not made their acquaintance. Food was now the order of the day, after which we smoked a pipe and turned in at 8.45 tired out and aching in every muscle. 
-Sunday - A dqv of rest - save for bringing down the canoe. + 
-We set off at 10.30 aim. and reached the "Joy" at 10.55 fairly tired from the climb. Fortunately the day is coolish with a fair wind blowing. A spell WAS +Sunday - A day of rest - save for bringing down the canoe. 
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-called and it was not until 11,10 that we commenced the descent. The tail skid +We set off at 10.30 a.m. and reached the "Joy" at 10.55 fairly tired from the climb. Fortunately the day is coolish with a fair wind blowing. A spell was called and it was not until 11.10 that we commenced the descent. The tail skid still worked well although the trail was considerably rougher. Some very awkward parts had to be negotiated and it was not until 12.26 p.m. that our boat floated for the first time on the Shoalhavan River. We got aboard and paddled to the top of the one and only rapid between us and camp. There not being a great deal of water in the river, we had to disembark and float the boat through empty. The tail end of the rapid seemed narrower and deeper so we had a go at it. We managed it alright except for a minor graze on the gravel just at the last. Two hundred yards paddling brought us to our camp which is situated in a beautiful little grove of casuarinas a little way downstream from Badgerys Crossing. 
-still worked well although the trail was considerably rougher. Some very awkward parts had to be negotiated and it was not until 12,26 p.m. that our boat floated for the first time on the Shoalhavan River, We got aboard and paddled to the top of the one and only rapid between us and camp. There not being a great deal of water in the river, we had to disembark and float the boat through empty. The tail end of the rapid seemed narrower and deeper so we had a go at it. We managed it + 
-alright except for a minor graze on the gravel just at the last. Two hundred yards +The balance of the day was lazed away in the shade of the trees smoking and talking, with a dip in the river to wake us up just before tea. The weather had been perfect so far, bright sunny days tempered by a fairly strong cool breeze, with white fleecy clouds chasing one another across the azure dome of the sky. We intend sleeping out tonight as there is now not a cloud in the sky and it is beautifully cool in the shade of the trees. The flies are rather a trial but as there are no sandflies or mosquitoes, we should consider ourselves lucky. 
-paddling brought us to our camp which is situated in a beautiful little grove of casuarinas a little way downstream from Badgery's Crossing. + 
-The balance of the day was lazed away in the shade of the trees smoking and talking, with a dip in the river to wake us up just before tea. The weather had +Monday - An early start after a good breakfast saw us facing the problem of stowing ourselves together with our camping gear and a fortnight's tucker aboard our little twelve foot craft. Two attempts were made before we succeeded in stowing the stuff so that the centre of gravity was sufficiently law for comfort. We went aboard at 10 a.m. and headed away downstream. The day was perfect, a replica of Sunday, clear blue sky and warm sun. 
-been perfect so far, bright sunny days tempered by a fairly strong cool breeze, with white fleecy clouds chasing one another across the azure dome of the sky. We intend sleeping out to-night as there is now not a cloud in the sky and it is beautifully + 
-cool in the shade of the trees. The flies are rather a trial but as there are no +The river proved to be a series of pools anything up to 200 yds. long, linked by more or less short rocky shallows over which the water flowed with no little force. Had the water been a few inches deeper our task of getting through the shoals would have been ever so much easier. As it was however, much straining and grunting was the invariable accompaniment to a passage through the rapids. 
-sandflies ormosquitoes, we should consider ourselves lucky. + 
-Monday - An early start after a good breakfast saw us facing the problem of +After negotiating the ninth rapid we sighted the tall rocky spire at the junction of Tallowal Gully and the Shoalhaven. The time was now about midday, so we were on the lookout for a suitable spot for lunch. This we found on the right hand bank after passing the next rapid. Lunch was soon disposed of and we were on our way again at 2.9 p.m. At 2.50 we passed the mouth of Iron Pot Gully and after the 13th. rapid came to Tallowal Gully. We both remembered this spot, having been there with Maurie Berry in October 1929. The spire previously mentioned is a splendid landmark and is situated at the junction and on the right hand banks of both Tallowal Gully and the Shoalhaven River. Two more rapids and we selected for a camp a sandy beach just above the 16th. rapid. 
-stowing ourselves together with our camping gear and a fortnight's tucker aboard our + 
-little twelve foot craft. Two attempts were made before we succeeded in stowing +The river from Tallowal Gully to our camp was most beautiful, especially when seen as we saw it with a low afternoon sun glinting on the stretches of broken water and forming a golden pathway over the broad stretches of deep water between. Whilst lazing in the warmth of an ample camp fire, I noticed what I thought to be a spark on the ground sheet. When just about to brush it off, it went out. A second later it flashed up again and again went out. I drew Tom's attention to the phenomenon and got my torch. Our spark turned out to be an insect about the size and shape of a small blowfly, and the flashing was coming from a yellowish white patch on the underside of the abdomen. Later we found out that it was a firefly, one of the stages in the development of the glowworm. 
-the stuff so that the centre of gravity was sufficiently law for comfort. We went + 
-aboard at 10 a.m. and headed away downstream. The day was perfect, a replica of +Tuesday - 10 a.m. saw us on our way again. Three rapids in quick succession then a deep, rocky pool. The rock formation at this point is rather interesting. The strata on the left bank being quite horizontal, whilst on the right it is folded out of all recognition. This nonconformity would seem to indicate that the river is following a fault line at this point. One more rapid, the 19th., and we paddled into our first really large pool, a fine sheet of water flanked en the left by the heavily timbered slope of the mountain which runs sheer into the water, and on the right by an extensive sand-bank an which we landed for a spell. After the 20th. rapid, the river widened out and large boulders made their appearance. The inner man was now calling so we stopped for lunch on the right bank just back of a clump of reeds. 
-Sunday, clear blue sky and warm sun. + 
-The river proved to be a serieOf pools anything up to 200 yds. long, ;inked by more or less short rocky shallows over which the water flawed with no little force. Had the water been a few inches deeper our task of getting through the shoals would have been ever so much easier. As it was however, much straining and grunting was the invariable accompaniment to a passage through the rapids, +On again at 1.50, negotiating five rapids or rather, falls, in quick succession, which brought us to the 26th. rapid, the largest so far, which took a great deal of care to negotiate. The river now flowed swiftly through a deep channel, flanked on the left by a wall of rock about 60 ft. high and on the right by a bank of lapstones 12 ft. high, quite dwarfing our poor little craft. It was now 4 p.m. and time to be making camp. Not a promising outlook but a surprise awaited us just above the next rapid, in the shape of an ideal grassy bank, just large enough for the tent, wood laid on and quite close to the river. The sort of camp one dreams of but seldom sees. The sky had been overcast but the weather mild, and as I write this the clouds are clearing away and the sun is breaking through and gilding the lofty crags surrounding us on all sides. The while a Lyre Bird entertains us with his liquid notes from the mountain opposite. 
-After negotiating the ninth rapid we sighted the tall rocky spire at the junction of Tallawal Gully and the Shoalhaven. The time was now about midday, so we were on the lookout for a suitable spot for lunch. This we found on the right hand bank after passing the next rapid. Lunch was soon disposed of and we were on our +
-way again at 2.9 p.m. At 2.50 we passed the mouth of Iron Pot Gully and after the 13th. rapid came to Tallowal Gully. We both remembered this spot, having been there with Maurie Berry in October 1929. The spire previously mentioned is a splendid landmark and is situated at the junction and on the right hand banks of both Taaowal Gully and the Shoalhaven River, Two more rapids and we selected for a camp a sandy beach just above the 16th. rapid. +
-The river from Tallowal Gully to our camp was mott beautiful, especially when seen as we saw it with a low afternoon sun glinting on the stretches of broken water and forming a golden pathway over the broad stretches of deepluvater between. Whilst lazing in the warmth of an ample camp fire, I noticed -what I thought to be a spark on the ground sheet. When just about to brush it off, it went out. A second later it flashed up again and again went out. I drew Tom's attention to the phenomenon and got my torch. Our spark turned out to be an insect about the size and shape of a small blowfly, and the flashing was coming from a yellowish white patch on the underside of the abdomen. Later we found out that it was a firefly, one of the stases in the development of the glowworm. +
-Tuesday - 10 a.m. saw us on our way again. Three rapids in quick succession +
-then a deep, rocky pool. The rock formation at this point is rather interesting. +
-The strata on the left bank being quite horizontal, whilst on the right it is folded out of all recognition. This nonconformity would seem to indicate that the river +
--15- +
-One more rapid, the 19th., and we +
-is following a fault line at this point, +
-paddled into our first really large pool, a fine sheet of water flanked en the left by the heavily timbered slope of the mountain which runs sheer into the water, and on the right by an extensive sand-bank an which we landed for a spell, After the 20th. rapid, the river widened out and large boulders made their appearance. The inner man was now calling so we stopped for lunch on the right bank just back of a clump of reeds. +
-On again at 1.50, negotiating five rapids or rather, falls, in quick succession, which brought us to the 26th. rapid, the largest so far, which took a great deal of care to negotiate. The river now flawed swiftly through a deep channel, flanked on the left by a wall of rock about 60 ft. high andebn the right by a bank of lapstones 12 ft. high, quite dwarfing our poor little craft. It was now 4 p.m. and time to +
-be making camp. Not a promising outlook but a surprise awaitied us just above the next rapid, in the shape of an ideal grassy bank, just large enough for the tent, +
-wood laid on and quite close to the river. The sort of camp one dreams of but +
-seldom sees. The sky had been overcast but the weather mild, and as I write this +
-the clouds are clearing away and the sun is breaking through and gilding the lofty crags surrounding us on all sides. The while a Lyre Bird entertains us with his liquid notes from the mountain opposite.+
 (To be continued) (To be continued)
-QUESTION: When is a Test Walk not a Test Walk? + 
-ANSWER: + 
-When it is not marked on the Walks Programme with an asterisk.+ 
 +===== Question: When is a Test Walk not a Test Walk? ===== 
 +  
 +**Answer: When it is not marked on the Walks Programme with an asterisk.**  
 +  
 This "chestnut" refers to Eric Moroney's official walk of 12th. & 13th. August - Kurrajong - Colo River - Little Wheeny Creek - Kurrajong. This "chestnut" refers to Eric Moroney's official walk of 12th. & 13th. August - Kurrajong - Colo River - Little Wheeny Creek - Kurrajong.
-As a matter of fact, it was marked "easy" - distance 30 miles. This sounds a fair distance for an ordinary week-end, especially a Winter one, and believe me it was + 
-We caught the 1.37 p.m. train from Sydney to Richmond on the Saturday, and went per "Pansy" to Kurrajong. The countryside looked wonderful - some fruit trees in blossom and all the citrus fruits hanging like golden balls against the dark foliage - pile after mile of undulating land moved past us as thetrain" rattled on to its +As a matter of fact, it was marked "easy" - distance 30 miles. This sounds a fair distance for an ordinary weekend, especially a Winter one, and believe me it was! 
-destination, A motor lorry met us at the station. We piled our packs and selves aboard, then did some more rattling for 5 or 6 miles along the Comleroy Road, passing gardens of sweet-smelling stock, till we came to Wholohan's Farm.+ 
 +We caught the 1.37 p.m. train from Sydney to Richmond on the Saturday, and went per "Pansy" to Kurrajong. The countryside looked wonderful - some fruit trees in blossom and all the citrus fruits hanging like golden balls against the dark foliage - mile after mile of undulating land moved past us as the "train" rattled on to its 
 +destination. A motor lorry met us at the station. We piled our packs and selves aboard, then did some more rattling for 5 or 6 miles along the Comleroy Road, passing gardens of sweet-smelling stock, till we came to Wholohan's Farm. 
 Here we left the lorry, changed into shorts, and started down the road 13 strong- we staggered up that road next day, 13 very weak! Here we left the lorry, changed into shorts, and started down the road 13 strong- we staggered up that road next day, 13 very weak!
-When we reached the bridge over Wheeny Creek, we thought it a bit early to camp, and decided to follow the Creek down for a while till we came to the next good camp site. "There aint no such animal." Still, we found enough partly + 
-eleared spaces for some of the party to put up tents - the rest of us didn't bother, +When we reached the bridge over Wheeny Creek, we thought it a bit early to camp, and decided to follow the Creek down for a while till we came to the next good camp site. "There aint no such animal". Still, we found enough partly cleared spaces for some of the party to put up tents - the rest of us didn't bother, but concentrated on collecting sufficient firewood to keep us from what the locals had predicted, namely, freezing to death. Wood was far from plentiful, but we scratched round among the thick bracken and undergrowth, and eventually found a fair mount. We had finished tea, and were settling down at our several fires, when we heard the sound of new arrivals - this was Jean and Richard who had come by a later train and walked the whole way out. 
-but concentrated on collecting sufficient firewood to keep us from what the locals had predicted, namely, freezing to death. Wood was far from plentiful, but We scratched round among the thick bracken and undergrowth, and eventually found a fair mount. We had finished tea, and were settling dawn at our several fires, when we heard the sound of new arrivals - this was Jean and Richard who had come by a later train and walked the whole way out. + 
-. Eric said in his description of the route that the way "through Wheeny" is +Eric said in his description of the route that the way "through Wheeny" is mainly occupied by large mosquitoes and semi-wild cattle. He quite forgot to mention the "more-pork" who made noises for hours and almost spoilt my beauty sleep. 
-mainly occupied by large mosquitoes and semi-wild cattle. He quite forgot to mention the "more-pork" who made noises for hours and almost spoilt my beauty sleep. + 
--16- +We were up and away bright and early next morning, the "Foxpaws" in the lead. We followed the Creek for about 6 miles, sometimes pushing our way through dew-wet greenery, and at other times keeping well in the open. It is a very pretty valley, reminding one somewhat of the Nattai. 
-We were up and away bright and early next morning, the "Foxpaws" in the lead, We followed the Creek for about 6 miles, sometimes pushing our way through dew-wet greenery, and at other times keeping well in the open. It is a very pretty valley, + 
-reminding one somewhat of the Nattai. +We had several rather interesting crossings, mainly on logs of varying stages of infirmity. At another crossing, just as we were getting towards the swampy part of the Creek, Richard carried me over his shoulder - and my nose was much closer than his to the smell of something very, very dead!! 
-We had several rather interesting crossings, mainly on logs of varying stages of infirmity. At another crossing, just as we were getting towards the swampy part + 
-of the Creek, Richard carried me over his shoulder - and my nose was much closer than his to the smell of something very, very dead!: +On we went, and shortly after, came upon the advance guard sitting admiring a swamp (not Dunc), and eating oranges. We joined in, and after an eat and a smoko moved on, the rest of the party having now arrived. At last we reached an elbow of the Creek, where the track, according to Eric, "is generally hidden beneath very muddy water." That's the worst of these strong, silent men - anyone else might have mentioned how far beneath the very muddy water the track was hidden. But perhaps he thought the semi-wild cattle or the large mosquitoes would have drunk the water down to a reasonable level before he led the official trip there. 
-On we went, and shortly after, came upon the advance guard sitting admiring a swamp (not Dune), and eating oranges. We joined in, and after an eat and a smoko moved on, the rest of the party having now arrived. At last we reached an elbow of the Creek, where the track, according to Eric, "is generally hidden beneath very muddy water." That's the worst of these strong, silent men - anyone else might + 
-have mentioned haw far beneath the very muddy water the track was hidden. But perhaps he thought the semi-wild cattle or the large mosquitoes would have drunk the water down to a reasonable level before he led the official trip there. +Be that as it may, it was well above the belts of all except the very tall members of the party. Some got into bathing costumes, others crossed in their walking clothes and changed into dry things on the other side, while I was in luck's way again as Richard crossed, dumped his pack and returned to do the St.Christopher act on my behalf. All this had, of course, taken a fair amount of time, and we were told that lunch was still a long way off, so we set out manfully to cover as many miles as we could before the afternoon. We came to a house, and the parting of the ways. Our road led to the left, but there was no sign that those ahead of us had gone that way, so more time was occupied in trailing them up - their unerring instinct had led them to an orange orchard, hence their failure to appear. 
-Be that as it may, it was well above the belts of all except the very tall members of the party. Some got into bathing costumes, others crossed in their walking clothes and changed into dry things on the other side, while I was in luck's way again as Richard crossed, dumped his pack and returned to do the St.Christopher act on my behalf. All this had, of course, taken a fair amount of time, and we were told that lunch was still a long way off, so we set out manfully to cover as + 
-many miles as we could before the afternoon. We came to a house, and the parting +Never, I think, in the annals of the Club has lunch been despatched in such short order - the usual hour or so was cut down to less than 20 minutes! Think of it! And all because there was a last train to catch many miles away! And 
-of the ways. Our road led to the left, but there was no sign that those ahead of us had gone that way, so more time Was occupied in trailing them up - their unerring instinct had led them to an orange orchard, hence their failure to appear. +all road miles, too, except a few hundred yards through a cornfield and over a paddock to the little school on the hill. Here we slaked our thirst at the tank, to some of the mandarins we had acquired earlier, and waited for the tail of the procession. Then, "On, Stanley, on." Up a stony apology for a road we wended our way, much to the surprise of a young couple in a baby car who were coming down. When the road reached the top of the ridge the going was much more pleasant, breezes fanned our heated brows, the views were rather fine, the road (much less rocky now) was bordered by great clumps of bush flowers, notably //Dilwynnia// in full bloom, and altogether the world didn't seem such a bad old place, only - we had to go down again to the Creek level at the bridge over Wheeny Creek, and up the other side! 
-Never, I think, in the annals of the Club has lunch been despatched in such short order - the usual hour or so was cut down to less than 20 minutes: + 
-Think of it And all because there was a last train to catch many miles away: And +By now we knew that there was plenty of time to keep our appointment with the Lorry driver at Wholohan's, so the last few miles were a gentle stroll, briskening occasionally as the evening air grew chill. Once more we piled on the lorry, and wise were they who had put on all their warm garments, as the winter wind was much more unkind than man's ingratitude - it's a habit it has in the middle of August. 
-all road miles, too, except a few hundred yards through a cornfield and over a + 
-paddock to the little school on the hill. Here we slaked our thirst at the tenk, +We arrived at the station in due course, and there was our old friend "Pansy" awaiting us. The driver, or fireman, or somebody very nice, volunteered to make a couple of billies of tea for us. This offer, of course, Aunty accepted with alacrity and a smile. As Wally would say: "And so to Richmond", where we picked up the train for home, and gave our fellow travellers an exhibition of how bushwalkers can eat when hungry. Well, this may not have been a "test walk" according to specification, but ask anyone who was there and the answer will be: "It plurry 
-to some of the mandarins we had acquired earlier, and waited for the tail of the +well felt like one".  
-procession. Then, "On, Stanley, on." Up a stony apology for a road we wended our + 
-way, much to the surprise of a young couple in a baby car who were coming down. When the road reached the top of the ridge the going was much more pleasant, breezes fanned our heated brows, the views were rather fine, the road (much less rocky now) Was bordered by great clumps of bush flowers, notably DiIwynnia in full bloom, and altogether the world didn't seem such a bad old place, only - we had to go dawn again to the Creek level at the bridge over Wheeny Creek, and up the other side: +Brenda White. 
-By now we knew that there was plenty of time to keep our appointment with the Lorry driver at Wholohan's, so the last few miles were a gentle stroll, briskening occasionally as the evening air grew chill. Once more we piled on the lorry, and + 
-wise were they who had put on all their warm garments, as the winter wind was much more unkind than man's ingratitude - it's a habit it has in the middle of August. + 
-We .arrived at the station in due course, and there was our old friend "Pansy" awaiting us. The driver, or fireman, or somebody very nice, volunteered to make a couple of billies of tea for us. This offer, of course, Aunty accepted with +===== Delilah Meanders ===== 
-alacrity and a smile. As Wally would say: "And so to Richmond", where we picked + 
-up the train for home, and gave our fellow travellers an exhibition of haw Bush- walkers can eat when hungry. Well, this may not have been a "test walk" according to specification, but ask anyone who was there and the answer will be: "It plurry +Clang! clang! "Sufferin' pole-cats" comes from the next tent. "What a hell of an hour to wake a bloke." But blokes must be awakened for at 6.30 am. this fine summer morn the "Warrior" sets sail for Nor' West. There's a turtle factory on Nor' West and girls! Oh! the loveliest bronzed Apollos! Word has gone ahead to warn them that a bevy of beautiful women are about to invade their haunts - and they are to put some clothes on! Clang! clang! again calls the piece of iron got from the wreck of the "Cooma" against the galvanized wall of our temporary kitchen. "Sting" is hitting hard and swearing under his breath - Not because he has an ear for music - he hasn't, but because the lazy blighters won't get out of their beds and here he is hanging round waiting to "dish up". This island "stunt" is no holiday-business to "Sting" I can tell you. He is the official potato-peeler and dishwasher on the trip. He is a very small grizzly little fellow of an indeterminate age. Rumour has it that drink and the devil have done for the rest! 
-well felt like one". BRENDA WHITE. + 
-DELILAH MEANDERS. +Whatever he is or whatever he was Nature fashioned him a "born comedian". I remember the time we returned early from a day's outing. The crowd had elected to visit a neighbouring island but we took a tin of peaches and the tin-opener. I say the tin-opener because it was the only one on the island (there were, of course, a large supply of other openers). We had to deliver all sorts of recommendations as to character etc. before "Cookie" would give it to us. We strolled into the galley for a "drop o' lime". Sting was digging a hole - a last resting place for 
-Clang! clang; "Sufferin' pole-cats" comes from the next tent. "What a hell of an hour to wake a bloke." But blokes must be awakened for at 6430 am. this +his precious potato-peelings and reciting verbatim "Alas! Poor Yorick". I have seldom heard Shakespeare done such fine justice! He noted our surprise: "Oh, I'm pretty good on old Will" he explained airily, "We were lads together." He then followed his last remark with various other fitting little phrases which we ourselves have discussed at various public examinations and let rest at that! "When the spuds get too much for me I have a few words with old Bill" he added confidentially. I asked him if he were double-jointed. He looked it - and such a strange mask for a face - the most amazing mobility of feature. His life was one big grimace! and as the cynic dropped more skins into Mother Earth he became more dramatic and confidential. "I can drink a pint of beer standing on my head." Then in answer to my look of incredulity - "I don't expect you to believe that without seein' it. Come along to the 'Blue Bell' as soon as we get ashore." We promised. Ashore - Gladstone - the strangest of strange N. Queensland towns - where a man got more than a glass of beer for his fourpence (or is it fivepence?) He got several hours' free entertainment and might even win a crab in a raffle. But we never saw Sting's superlative effort for Fate decreed otherwise. We had scarcely touched land before the liquid which flows so easily through glass pipes had, in some mysterious manner, rendered our star performer otherwise indisposed. It appears he had had an excellent education, that he had come from a fine family of Q'land pioneers. Strange how fortune smiles and frowns! 
-fine summer morn the "Warrior" sets sail for Nor' West. There's a turtle factory + 
-on Nor' West and girls! Oh! the loviiest bronzed Apollos! Word has gone ahead to warn them that a bevy of beautiful women are about to invade their haunts - and they +Clang! clang! Clang! "Get up" I roar at my tent mate. "Brek's ready and if you don't want to eat turtle you'd better get a move on." "Yes" murmurs Kath sleepily - very sleepily - from the midst of our suit cases. They were stacked round the bed. "What's all the noise about?" "Oh, wake up" I growled. "We're off to Nor' West. 
-are to put some clothes on Clang: clang! again calls the piece of iron got from +Would you like a drop or two of cold water?" The sleepy delinquent decided in the negative. There is a glimmer of intelligence - a gathering of the scattered wits and lo! Here is my nymph, fresh as the dewy morn, already with one foot fair on my pet corn. She reaches abstractedly for her basin. "Here" I say, pushing her out of the tent. "Eat first and wash after if there's time - if you've got to leave either, better your face than your food." We both ate heartily despite the turtle, for we were too late for anything else. There was a glorious odour of fish, but upon mentioning this Sting remarked that you can't expect a mere potato-peeler to have the oil about the "loaves and fishes act." We decided to leave the poor fellow in peace. Back we scrambled to the tent. Out came the little rubber bags, 7.5d. at Coles and oh! so handy on the trip; now a towel, powder compact, comb, - "might meet someone interesting m'dear" murmurs Kath, "and you mightn't want to look too much like a ship wreck." We had, in fact, been looking like ship wrecks for over a week now. "Oh, going in for turtle butchers now, are you?" I asked; as she dropped her mirror into her bag. "Well, you'll not have a heavy wash on Mondays, but, my dear, won't you find the climate trying?" She was about to make some caustic reply when Uncle Alfie's voice was heard: "Hurry up you two - everyone's on board." Down we rushed into the dinghy. The corals were gorgeous and look! there was a perfectly blue sea-star! Kath wanted to dive in and get it but Charon wasn't having any - not even for a mermaid! Up over the sides we went, willing hands pulling us aboard, and the little craft moved forward, her white sails ballooning in the breeze. Mont made for a shady corner. "If I can get to sleep before I get sick I'll be tickled to death" was his explanation. Out an hour and Pat made a cup of tea. Ah! the fragrant herbs The milk was tinned and the sugar had been forgotten, but how delicious. It was nice to lie on deck and sip his brew from an old cracked mug - to feel the gentle roll of the little ship and deep, restful blue above with cool green below - "Rolled to starboard, rolled to larboard and the tide is swirling free." How natural all this! The primitive is really very close to the surface. It varies. Some forget they are civilised in a few days away from it. The cities were far beyond. It didn't matter if one lazed that day or the next for there were three more glorious open-air weeks. Three more weeks of Halcyon forgetfulness. Could we have any troubles? Could we ever have had any troubles? A dozen seagulls circled above my head. A Cawk! Cawk! Cawk! and they were off. Oh! to be a bird! There was a two-hour trip ahead! All was still, the lions, having fed, were dozing. A wild idea entered my head and I turned to Kath. She was trying to mend a huge rent in the khaki shorts which happened as she cleared the top rails. "Wouldn't it be funny if we all suddenly disappeared - this boat and all of us. We could make for an island, settle there, forget everyone and everything: No one need ever know. There's enough food round these islands to feed a regiment of soldiers. Wouldn't it be strange if we started a new life and made a new race?" "Funny thing", said Kath, "I was thinking much the same myself. Everything is so quiet and peaceful, nothing seems to matter. My mind seems almost a blank. Yet it's not a blank - for it's never been clearer. I know - we've lost the weight of that pettifogging detail that clogs the mind so in the city." She looked at me earnestly. "Do you know I feel so well that at times during this week I've felt I've had almost too much energy." - I marvelled at this - from a girl who had had far from the best of health during the past year. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if everybody on this boat decided to do what you suggest - Oh, it seems almost too divine. Just a completely natural existence. There's a magic about these islands, they give you new and abounding health and make you feel you want to keep it. Imagine what we'd look like after even a couple of years.here. Tons of food!" "Yes" I returned gloomily, "it's a wonder the Japs haven't taken advantage of all that ere now. What darling little stepping stones these islands could provide and a splendid fish diet at the same tine." We stopped our philosophizing for there was a stir. The Island of Dreams had been sighted. We were almost on her. There she was - another little plum-pudding, bobbing up out of the sea of blue sauce. Kath clutched my hand. "I wonder what'll happen here," she exclaimed. I had told her ham on a previous trip We had reached an island only to find a police boat in charge. They were, in fact, looking for buried treasure. They had reason to believe stolen goods had been planted there and before we left some were recovered. 
-the wreck of the "Cooma" against the galvanized wall of our temporary kitchen. "Sting" is hitting hard and swearing under his breath - Not because he has an ear for music - he hasn't, but because the lazy blighters won't get out of their beds and here he is hanging round waiting to "dish up". This island "stunt" is no + 
-holiday-business to "Sting" I can tell you. He is the official potato-peeler and dishiwasher on the trip. He is a very small grizzly little fellow of an indeterminate age. Rumour hath it that drink and the devil have done for the rest! +How often the fairy tales come true! The cry "Photographers first" rang out and when all the really important folk had left, we nondescript "and others" filed over the side. But there was a little craft at the jetty. Kath was tense with excitement. "It's not likely to be a police boat though," I warned her -"That sort of thing doesn't happen every day." We were soon informed that it merely belonged to a turtle trader. He met us on the beach. I have never seen a healthier specimen, big and bronzed and handsome. Of course, everybody talks to everybody in places like this. There is never any need for introductions. We donned bathers and had a swim. These waters are like crystal. Our turtle man joined us, told us he was a Swede and little by little we began a very interesting conversation. We sat on the side of his little boat and dangled our legs over and he made us delicious tea. Then he sat dawn too and told us wonderful tales about the sea. He had been a sailor all his life and looking at those clear blue eyes I felt I had never seen anything quite like them on the land. They seemed to search out horizons. He told us haw he had served at the mast round Cape Horn. We became like little children, breathless with excitement at his tales - and then We would all laugh. It was all so strange and yet so natural! He appeared very amused at us. He said he hadn't met any little school-ma'ams for years - that he only had visions of the basilisk type who wielded a cane with a very strong forearm. But all good things have to come to an end and at 4 p.m., having spent the whole day chatting with our new found friend it was time to make for 'home'. We felt like babies when the circus is over. How we wanted to stay and hear more sea-tales. He was of the sea as is the very salt itself. He too was loth to say "Good-bye". It was a long time, I think, since he had exchanged schoolboy jokes and listened to such a deal of giggling! We all had had such a happy day! "He's a real Viking" whispered Kath and after that we always referred to him as "The Viking". And then, thrill of thrills: He said he would accompany us some distance of the way home. So both little ships were gliding through the foam. It was a perfect afternoon. We
-Whatever he is or whatever he was Nature fashioned him a "born comedian". +
-t remember the time we returned early from a day's outing. The crowd had elected -bo visit a neighbouring island but we took a tin of peaches and the tin-opener. I +
-say the tin-opener because it was the only one on the island (There were, of course, a large supply of other openers). We had to deliver all sorts of recommendations as to character etc. before "Cookie" would give it to us. We strolled into the +
-galley for a "drop ol lime". Sting was digging a hole - a last resting place for +
-his precious potato-peelings and reciting verbatim "Alas l poor Yorick". I have +
-seldom heard Shakespeare done such fine justice! He noted our surprise: "Oh, I'm +
-pretty good on old. Will" he explained airily, "We were lads together." He then +
-followed his last remark with various other fitting little phrases which we ourselves have discussed at various public examinations and let rest at that! "When the +
-spuds get too much for me I have a few words with old Bill" he added confidentially. +
-I asked him if he were double-jointed. He looked it - and such a strange mask for a face - the most amazing mobility of feature. His life was one big grimace! and as the cynic dropped more skins into Mother Earth he became more dramatic and confidential. "I can drink a pint of beer standing on my head." Then in answer to my look of incredulity - "I don't expect you to believe that without seem' it. Come along +
-to the 'Blue Bell' as soon as we get ashore." We promised. Ashore - Gladstone - the strangest of strange N.Queensland towns - where a man got more than a glass of beer for his fourpence (or is it fivepence?) He got several hours' free entertain- +
-ment and might even win a crab in a raffle. But we never saw Sting's superlative +
-effort for Ftte decreed otherwise. We had scarcely touched land before the liquid which flows so easily through glass pipes had, in some mysterious manner, rendered +
-our star performer otherwise indisposed. It appears he had had an excellent education, that he had come from a fine family of QIland pioneers. Strange haw Fortune +
-smiles and frowns: +
-Clang! clang! mlang! "Get up" I roar at my tent mate. "Brek's ready and if you don't want to eat turtle you'd better get a move on." "Yes" murmurs Kath sleepily - very sleepily - from the midst of our suit cases. They were stacked round the bed. "What's n11 the noise about?" "Oh, wake up" I growled. "We're off to Nor! Nest. +
-Would you like a drop or two of cold water?" The sleepydelinquent decided in the negative. There is a glimmer of intelligence - a gathering of the scattered wits and lot Here is my nymph, fresh as the dewy morn, already with one foot fair on my +
-pet corn. She reaches abstractedly for her basin. "Here" I say, pushing her out of the tent. "Eat first and wash after if there's time - if you've got to leave +
-either, better your face than your food." We both ate heartily despite the turtle, for we were too late for anything else. There was a glorious odour of fish, but +
--18- +
-upon mentioning this Sting remarked that you can't expect a mere potato-peeler to have the oil about the "loaves and fishes act." We decided to leave the poor fellow in peace. Back we scrambled to the tent. Out came the little rubber bags, -Ai. at Coles and oh 1 so handy on the trip; now a towel, powder compact, comb, - "might meet someone interesting m'dear" murmurs Kath, "and you mightn't want to look too much like a ship wreck." We had, in fact, been looking like ship wrecks for over a week now. "Oh, going in for turtle butchers now, are you?" I asked; as she dropped her mirror into her bag. "Well, you: 11 not have a heavy wash on Mondays, +
-but, my dear, won't you find the climate trying?" She was about to make some caustic reply when Uncle Alfie's voice was heard: "Hurry up you two - everyone's +
-on board." Down we rushed into the dinghy. The corals were gorgeous and look! +
-there was a perfectly blue sea-star! Kath wanted to dive in and get it but Charon +
-wasn't having any - not even for a mermaid! Up over the sides we went, willing +
-hands pulling us aboard, and the little craft moved forward, herwhite sails ballooning in the breeze. Mont made for a shady corner. "If I can get to sleep before I get sick I'll be tickled to death" was his explanation. Out an hour and Pat made a cup of tea. Ah! the fragrant herbs The milk was tinned and the sugar +
-had been forgotten, but haw delicious. It was nice to lie on deck and sip his bre* from an old cracked mug - to feel the gentle roll of the little ship and deep, restful blue above with cool green below - "Rolled to starboard, rolled to larboard and +
-the tide is swirling free." Haw natural all this The primitive is really very +
-close to the surface. It varies. Some forget they are civilised in a few days +
-away from it. The cities were far beyond. It didntt matter if one lazed that day or the next for there were three more glorious open-air weeks. Three more weeks of Halcyon forgetfulness. Could we have any troubles? Could we ever have had any troubles? A dozen seagulls circled above my head. A Cawk! Cawk! CawkI and they +
-were off. Ohl to be a bird! There was a two-hour trip ahead! All was still, +
-he lions, having fed, were dozing. A wild idea entered my head and I turned to Kath. She was trying to mend a huge rent in the khaki shorts which happened as she cleared the top rails. "Wouldn't it be funny if we all suddenly disappeared - this boat and all of us. We could make for an island, settle there, forget everyone and everything: No one need ever know. There's enough food round these islands to feed a regiment of soldiers. Wouldn't it be strange if we started a new life and +
-made a new race?" "Funny thing", said Kath, "I was thinking much the same myself. +
-Everything is so quiet and peaceful, nothing seems to matter. My mind seems almost +
-a blank. Yet it's not a blank - for it's never been clearer. I know - we've lost +
-the weight of that pettifogging detail that clogs the mind so in the city." She +
-looked at me earnestly. "Do you know I feel so well that at times during this week I've felt I've had almost too much energy." - I marvelled at this - from a girl who had had far from the best of health during the past year. "'Wouldn't it be wonderful if everybody on this boat decided to do what you suggest - Oh, it seems almost too divine. Just a completely natural existence. There's a magic about these islands, they give you new and abounding health and make you feel you want to keep it. Imagine what we'd look like after even a couple of years.here. Tons of +
-food!" "Yes" I returned gloomily, "it's a wonder the Japs haven't taken advantage +
-of all that ere now. What darling little stepping stones these islands could pro- +
-vide and a splendid fish diet at the same tine." We stopped our philosophizing for there was a stir. The Island of Dreams had been sighted. We were almost on her. There she was - another little plum-pudding, bobbing up out of the sea of +
-blue 1-1!.!geg. Kath clutched my hand. "I wonder what'll happen here," she exclaimed. I had told her ham on a previous trip We had reached an island only to find a police boat in charge. They were, in fact, looking for buried treasure. They had reason to believe stolen goods had been planted there and before we left some were recovered. +
--19- +
-ow often the fairy tales come true! The cry "Photographers first" rang out and when all the really important folk had left, we nondescript "and others" filed over the side. But there was a little craft at the jetty. Kath was tense with excite- +
-ment. "It's not likely to be a police boat though," I warned her -"That sort of +
-thing doesn't happen every day." We were soon informed that it merely belonged to +
-a turtle trader. He met us on the beach. I have never seen a healthier specimen, +
-big and bronzed and handsome. Of course, everybody talks to everybody in places +
-like this. There is never any need for introductions. We donned bathers andhad +
-a swim. These waters are like crystal. Our turtle man joined us, told us he was a Swede and little by little we began a very interesting conversation. We sat on the side of his little boat and dangled our legs over and he made us delicious tea. +
-rhen he sat dawn too and told us wonderful tales about the sea. He had been a +
-sailor all his life and looking at those clear blue eyes I felt I had never seen +
-anything quite like them on the land. They seemed to search out horizons. He +
-told us haw he had served at the mast round Cape Horn. We became like little children, breathless with excitement at his tales - and then We would all laugh. It +
-was all so strange and yet so naturall He appeared very amused at us. He said he +
-hadn't met any little school-ma'ams for years - that he only had visions of the +
-basilisk type who wielded a cane with a very strong forearm. But all good things +
-have to come to an end and at 4 p.m., having spent the whole day chatting with our new found friend it was time to make for 'home'. We felt like babies when the circus is aver. Haw we wanted to stay and hear more sea-tales. He WAS of the sea +
-as is the very salt itself. He too was loth to say "Good-bye". It was a long +
-time, I think, since he had exchanged schoolboy jokes and listened to such a deal of giggling! We all had had such a happy day! "He's a real Viking" whispered Kath +
-mad after that we always referred to him as "The Viking". And then, thrill of thrills: He said he would accompany us some distance of the way home. So both +
-little ships were gliding through the foam. It was a perfect afternoon. We+
 stood hanging to the mast and fresh winds fanned our sunburnt cheeks as we occasionally shouted a remark to our fellow traveller. stood hanging to the mast and fresh winds fanned our sunburnt cheeks as we occasionally shouted a remark to our fellow traveller.
 +
 But the shades of night began to fall and he shouted a last Good-bye. Of course we were going to write. We were just full of our new found sailor-hero! Before long we were forbidden to mention his name in camp, so tired were the other male members of our party at hearing our eulogies. "What's wrong with the men on this island?" laughingly asked the leader. But the shades of night began to fall and he shouted a last Good-bye. Of course we were going to write. We were just full of our new found sailor-hero! Before long we were forbidden to mention his name in camp, so tired were the other male members of our party at hearing our eulogies. "What's wrong with the men on this island?" laughingly asked the leader.
-Then Home in the Shape of Sydney. Another sea-trip and a big long dirty train + 
-trip and we were dropped at dusty Central Station. It was all over: Back to the +Then Home in the Shape of Sydney. Another sea-trip and a big long dirty train trip and we were dropped at dusty Central Station. It was all over: Back to the drab and the ordinary. "Do you know" said Rath, "if I told my people our experiences I don't think they'd believe them." 
-drab and the ordinary. "Do you know" said Rath, "if I told my people our experiences I don't think they'd believe them." + 
-It was about three months later that I got a telegram from a friend in Qlland. +It was about three months later that I got a telegram from a friend in Q'land. "Your Viking shot dead. Letter following." And so just another ship passed in the night. 
- Your Viking shot dead. Letter following." And so just another ship passed in +
-the night.+
 The Sea - dark and mysterious had added just another mystery to its toll. The Sea - dark and mysterious had added just another mystery to its toll.
-Now Kath has a little boy to tell stories to and at night in the winter in the country, in front of the glowing embers, she tells him about a wonderful sailor man who climbed the masts around the Horn and who, tiring of this, carried turtle soup in his little boat from Nor' Nest Islet. + 
--20-- +Now Kath has a little boy to tell stories to and at night in the winter in the country, in front of the glowing embers, she tells him about a wonderful sailor man who climbed the masts around the Horn and who, tiring of this, carried turtle soup in his little boat from Nor' West Islet. 
-TEE JOUNIMA PEAKS - YARRANGOBILLY. + 
-As we stood an the summit of Mount Bimberi in the Federal Capital Territory, we saw the pointed tops of the Jounima Range rising clear and challengingly across the blue intervening hills and valleys L. few weeks later we had answered their challenge, and were hastening by car from Yass up the lovely vale of Tumut, up the renowned Talbingo mountains to the turn off to the Jounima State Forest, just before + 
-Yarrangobilly. The car was parked at the cottage of the officer in charge of the + 
-plantation, and we set off through the young pine trees and thence by the blazed track through the bush to the Jour-Jima (branch) creek, where we camped amid the desolation of burnt trees and dead sticks. + 
-The forester had predicted rain in a little over twenty-four hours, but there +===== The Jounima Peaks - Yarrangobilly ===== 
-was nothing to show the truth of his prophecy as we scrambled up the hillsides next way throuthe burnt bush with blue sky showing between the brown branches overhead. + 
-?in +As we stood an the summit of Mount Bimberi in the Federal Capital Territory, we saw the pointed tops of the Jounima Range rising clear and challengingly across the blue intervening hills and valleys. A few weeks later we had answered their challenge, and were hastening by car from Yass up the lovely vale of Tumut, up the renowned Talbingo mountains to the turn off to the Jounima State Forest, just before Yarrangobilly. The car was parked at the cottage of the officer in charge of the plantation, and we set off through the young pine trees and thence by the blazed track through the bush to the Jounima (branch) creek, where we camped amid the desolation of burnt trees and dead sticks. 
-6ventually we emerged an the first bare rocky top, but it VAS the lower end, and so + 
-we walked to the highest part. We searched in vain for the cairn and then discovered on looking acfosa, the next valley that Jounima proper, a bunch of heaped, black rocks, +The forester had predicted rain in a little over twenty-four hours, but there was nothing to show the truth of his prophecy as we scrambled up the hillsides next way through burnt bush with blue sky showing between the brown branches overhead. Eventually we emerged on the first bare rocky top, but it was the lower end, and so we walked to the highest part. We searched in vain for the cairn and then discovered on looking across the next valley that Jounima proper, a bunch of heaped, black rocks, lay still a long way off. Down the slopes we went, across the col and up the rocks, and surely now we were on top. The snow-gum excluded the view, and we climbed each highest group of rocks, still to find there was no cairn. On the final group we caught a glimpse outwards, and there was the elusive Jounima still across yet another valley. Down we plunged through the criss-cross of dead and living snow-gum, mixed up with undergrowth and huge boulders. We were glad to get out onto the heaped up boulders which formed the final route to the top. They provided quite good rock- scrambling, but we were not sorry when we eventually heaved our rucksacks out in front of the cairn. From here, the Jounima Range spread out northward, while away to the east was our old friend, Mount Bimberi, a rounded summit wholly lacking in distinction, and away on the south western horizon lay the crystal snows of Jagungal and the Kosciusko (Kosciuszko) Plateau. 
-lay still a long way off. Down the slopes we went, across the col and up the rocks, and surely now we were on top. The snow-gum excluded the view, and we climbed each highest group of rocks, still to find there was no cairn. On the final group we caught a glimpse outwards, and there was the elusive Jounima still across yet another valley. Down we plunged through the criss-cross of dead and living snow-gum, mixed up with undergrowth and hugh boulders. We were glad to get out onto the heaped up boulders which formed the final route to the top. They provided quite good rock- scrambling, but we were not sorry when we eventually heaved our rucksacks out in + 
-front of the cairn. From here, the Jounima Range spread out northward, while away to the oast was our old friend, Mount Bimberi, a rounded summit wholly lacking in distinction, and away on the south western horizon lay the crystal snows of Jagungal and the Kosciusko Plateau. +We left our camping gear at the bottom of the next deep col, and then climbed the steep rocks of Big Plain Bogong. I succeeded in getting one or two quite hair-raising photos of my friend clinging by her eyelids from the face of impossible precipices, just like they do in the pictures of mountaineering journals. Below us lay the marsh and grass of Bull's flats, a delightful upland glade whose choice indicated admirable taste on the part of the bulls who presumably gave it its name, while it in turn apparently gave its name to Bogong above the Big Plain. 
-We left our camping gear at the bottom of the next deep col, and then climbed the steep rocks of Big Plain Bogong. I succeeded in getting one or two quite hair- raising photos of my friend clinging by her eyelids from the face of impossible +From Bull's Flats we climbed the Pillared Rocks, not a peaky summit like the other two, but providing the very best rock scrambling we had done in Australia. 
-precipices, just like they do in the pictures of mountaineering journals. Below us + 
-lay the marsh and grass of Bull's flats, a delightful upland glade whose choice indicated admirable taste on the pa-t of the bulls who presumably gave it its name, while it in turn apparently gave its name to Bogang above the Big Plain. +We had used the limit of our daylight and there was a rush to get back to camp before dark. The wind had risen in the afternoon and we tied an extra stay to the back of the tent, but there was still nothing to show the fulfilment of the forester's prophecy. We woke about 4 a.m., to a howling tempest which threatened to carry the tent away. The rain dribbled in freely where out backs touched its sides, and, while the back stay held, the back tent poles had fallen down, so that our feet protruded together with eiderdown sleeping bags. When we put our heads out we found we were in a wilderness of driving mist. There was nothing for it but to pack up and set back by compass, and it takes a lot of faith in science to follow the compass blindly when all your commonsense urges you another way. Once we stopped on the top of some slimy, slippery moss-covered boulders wondering if we dare venture from the direct route to find an easier one for our rubber-soled shoes, when a dreadful thing happened. The mist-curtain parted for a few moments in the valley beneath, and we saw a series of unknown ridges and gullies which were certainly not there when we came, and yet the compass needle pointed inexorably across them. Were we about to plunge down into the pathless gullies between Jounima and Canberra? Ought we to go to the right or the left of the way the compass pointed us? An awful feeling of utter loneliness came over us, alone with the drifting mist, the fury of the storm and the desolate, trackless heights. Then for the fraction of a second the mist parted on the further hill, and we saw the familiar flat-topped rocks across the unknown ridges and valleys, and right in the direction of the compass! Our teeth were chattering in the wet and icy wind, our feet frozen in the snow-drifts, but the feeling of desolation had gone, and a warm faith in the compass lighted the way over the phantasmal, non-existent ridges that the mist had conjured up. It is unnecessary to give the details of that wet and windy tramp home, or the hail that came dawn like small bullets when we crossed the flat-topped rocks. We reached the forest plantation in less time than it had taken to come out, feeling that the compass was the most wonderful thing an had ever invented - next to fire! 
-From Bull's Flats we climbed the Pillared Rocks, not a peaky summit like the other two, but providing the very best rock scrambling we had done in 4ustralia. + 
-We had used the limit of our daylight and there was a rush to get back to camp before dark. The wind had risen in the afternoon and we tied an extra stay to the back of the tent, but there was still nothing to show the fulfilment of the forester's prophecy. We woke about 4 a.m., to a howling tempest which threatened to carry the tent away. The rain dribbled in freely where out backs touched its sides, and, while the back stay held, the back tent poles had fallen down, so that our feet protruded together with eiderdown sleeping bags. When we put our heads out we found we were in a wilderness of driving mist. There WAS nothing for it but to pack up +Our bedraggled appearance caused peals of laughter on the part of Mrs.-the-forester, but her husband, who had long since resigned himself to heading a search party on the morrow, was too relieved to do more than smile. Needless to say, they were hospitality itself, and two hours later, with their chains on the tyres of our car, we were warm and dry, and on our way home. 
-and set back by compass-, and it takes a lot of faith in science to follow the compass blindly when all your commonsense urges you another way. Once we stopped on the top of some slimy, slippery moss-covered boulders wondering if we dare venture from the direct route to find an easier one for our rubber-soled shoes, when a dreadful thing happened. The mist-curtain parted for a few moments in the valley beneath, and we saw a series of unknown ridges and gullies which were certainly not there when we came, and yet the compass needle pointed inexorably across them. Were we about +
--21- +
-to plunge dawn into the pathless gullies between Jounima and Canberra? Ought we to +
-go to the right or the left of the way the compass pointed us? An awful feeling of utter loneliness came over us, alone with the drifting mist, the fury of the +
-storm and the desolate, trackless heights. Then for the fraction of a second the +
-mist parted on the further hill, and we saw the familiar flat-topped rocks across the unknown ridges and valleys, and right in the direction of the compass! Our teeth were chattering in the wet and icy wind, our feet frozen in the snow-drifts, but the feeling of desolation had gone, and a warm faith in the compass lighted the +
-way over the phantasmal, non-existent ridges that the mist had conjured up. It is unnecessary to give the details of that wet and windy tramp home, or the hail that +
-came dawn like small bullets when we crossed the flat-topped rocks. We reached +
-the forest plantation in less time than it had taken to come out, feeling that the compass was the most wonderful thing an had ever invented - next to firel +
-Our bedraggled appearance caused peals of laughter on the part of Mrs.-theforester, but her husband, who had long since resigned himself to heading a search party on the morrow, was too relieved to do more than smile. Needless to say, they +
-were hospitality itself, and two hours later, with their chains on the tyres of our car, we were warm and dry, and on our way home.+
 Marie B. Byles. Marie B. Byles.
-SOCIAL NOTES. + 
-The previous two months have been, from a social point of view, the most + 
-important in the Club's year, awing to the 6th. Annual Concert, and this year we +===== Social Notes ===== 
-repeated same in aid of the Garawarra Primitive Area Scheme. + 
-Mr. Colefax came along from the Australian Museum and gave a most interesting +The previous two months have been, from a social point of view, the most important in the Club's year, awing to the 6th. Annual Concert, and this year we repeated same in aid of the Garawarra Primitive Area Scheme. 
-and illuminating address to the Members on the Marine Life around Sydney. This + 
-was Mr. Colefaxls first visit to our Club Rooms, but we hope it will not be his last. +Mr. Colefax came along from the Australian Museum and gave a most interesting and illuminating address to the Members on the Marine Life around Sydney. This was Mr. Colefax's first visit to our Club Rooms, but we hope it will not be his last. 
-Perhaps one of the most enjoyable evenings we have spent was that on which Bob Savage showed us his photos taken during his Canoe trip down the Kawmung River. This river is probably the most popular with Bush Walkers, and they are never tired of locking at pictures of it and talking about it, to say nothing of making trips there as frequently as they can manage. + 
-Our 6th. Annual Concert was from every point of view a great success-. The +Perhaps one of the most enjoyable evenings we have spent was that on which Bob Savage showed us his photos taken during his Canoe trip down the Kowmung River. This river is probably the most popular with Bush Walkers, and they are never tired of looking at pictures of it and talking about it, to say nothing of making trips there as frequently as they can manage. 
-consensus of opinion is that from a point of view of entertainment, the 6th. Annual was by far the best the Bush Walkers have produced to date. The Members of the Boys' Ballet were voted quite the dearest little things, and added further to the Laurels gained last year. The attendance was the largest we have had so far, and + 
-bhe profits are expected to be considerable. On the lath. November the concert +Our 6th. Annual Concert was from every point of view a great success. The consensus of opinion is that from a point of view of entertainment, the 6th. Annual was by far the best the Bush Walkers have produced to date. The Members of the Boys' Ballet were voted quite the dearest little things, and added further to the Laurels gained last year. The attendance was the largest we have had so far, and the profits are expected to be considerable. On the 16th. November the concert was repeated in aid of the Garawarra, as mentioned above, and the concert party had he pleasure of playing to another appreciative audience. There will probably be a profit of £7 odd to give to this fund. 
-was repeated in aid of the Garawarra, as mentioned above, and the concert party had he pleasure of playing to another appreciative audience. There will probably be a profit of 7 odd to give to this fund. + 
-The 17th. was spent by Members "Twirling the Light Fantastic," the evening being a Social and Gift Book Night in aid of our Library. What with Community Singing and the usual small talk at which the Bush Walkers are not backward, they spent a very +The 17th. was spent by Members "Twirling the Light Fantastic," the evening being a Social and Gift Book Night in aid of our Library. What with Community Singing and the usual small talk at which the Bush Walkers are not backward, they spent a very pleasant evening. Mr. F. Rice's Snapshots entitled "Familiar Scenes" were extremely
-pleasant evening. Mr. F. Rice's Snapshots entitled "Familiar Scenes" were extremely+
 beautiful, and rather gained than lost by being true to title and in every way indeed familiar. The River Scenes were lovely, and some of the 'photos of the Outback Homesteads were delightfully rural. beautiful, and rather gained than lost by being true to title and in every way indeed familiar. The River Scenes were lovely, and some of the 'photos of the Outback Homesteads were delightfully rural.
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-The Club extends its hearty congratulations to Mr. & Mrs. Roots on the latest elddition to their family, Miss Daphne Vivian; we hope she will prove as good a Aush4Talker as Gweneth and Walter junior. +The Club extends its hearty congratulations to Mr. & Mrs. Roots on the latest edition to their family, Miss Daphne Vivian; we hope she will prove as good a Bush Walker as Gweneth and Walter junior. 
-The latest epidemic, as reported by our First Aid Expert, is marriage. Those + 
-suffering from the complaint are:- +The latest epidemic, as reported by our First Aid Expert, is marriage. Those suffering from the complaint are: Jess & Tom (Mr. & Mrs. Williams); Oscar & Esme (Mr. & Mrs. Armstrong); Dorman & Jean (Mr. & Mrs. Hardie). We wish these three couples the very best that life has to give, and may they live long to enjoy their wedded happiness. 
-Jess & Tom (Mr. & Mrs. Williams); Oscar & Esme (Mr. & Mrs. Armstrong); Dorman & Jean (Mr. & Mrs. Hardie). + 
-We wish these three couples the very best that life has to give, and may they live long to enjoy their wedded happiness. +The Social Secretary draws Members' attention to the forthcoming Annual Xmas Treat for Poor Children to take place on the 17th. December. Subscriptions are urgently needed - 3/- pays one Child's train fare and also feeds it for the day; also help with the children on the day is necessary, and if some of the men would come along and help it would be greatly appreciated. 
-The Social Secretary draws Members/ attention to the forthcoming Annual Xmas Treat for Poor Children to take place on the 17th. December. Subscriptions are urgently needed - 3/- pays one Childts train fare and also feeds it for the day; also help with the children on the day is necessary, and if some of the men would come along and help it would be greatly appreciated. + 
-The Federation of Bushwalking Clubs arranged an outing on Sunday 26th. Nov. + 
-to the Garawarra Fiimitive Area. There were quite a number of people invited to be +The Federation of Bushwalking Clubs arranged an outing on Sunday 26th. Nov. to the Garawarra Primitive Area. There were quite a number of people invited to be the guests of the Federation. The cars left the G.P.O. Sydney at 2 p.m., and took the party to the Governor Game Lookout, where they walked along the track - a distance of about 2.5 miles - to Bulgo. Here they were given afternoon tea by your Social Secretary, ably assisted by a band of helpers including the 1st. Concord Boy Scouts. There were some short and interesting speeches delivered, and Mr.Atkinson, the Secretary of the Federation, read a letter in which he was informed of the grant of 1300 acres to us as a reserve. Cheers! 
-the guests of the Federation. The cars left the G.P.O. Sydney at 2 p.m., and took + 
-the party to the Governor Game Lookout, where they walked along the track - a +After the speeches, the party, numbering about 50, walked-to Lilyvale where they were given tea, and they generally seemed to enjoy the alfresco meals and atmosphere of good comradeship which abounded. 
-distance of about 2i- miles - to Bulgo. Here they were given afternoon tea by your +
-Social Secretary, ably assisted by a band of helpers including the 1st. Concord Boy +
-Scouts. There were some short and interesting speeches delivered, and Mr.Atkinson, the Secretary of the Federation, read a letter in which he was informed of the grant of 1300 acres to us as a reserve. Cheers: +
-later the speeches, the party, numbering about 50, walked-to Lilyvale where they were given tea, and they generally seemed to enjoy the al-fresco meals and atmosphere of good comradeship which abounded.+
 This outing was also on the Official Programme for Health Week, and from that point of view was an innovation for Walking Clubs. This outing was also on the Official Programme for Health Week, and from that point of view was an innovation for Walking Clubs.
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 The Social Secretary extends her very best wishes to all for the happiest of Christmas Seasons and hopes we will all have good weather and good camping. The Social Secretary extends her very best wishes to all for the happiest of Christmas Seasons and hopes we will all have good weather and good camping.
-FOR THE SOCIAL, COMMITTEE,+ 
 + 
 +For the Social Secretary,
 Rene D. Browne, Rene D. Browne,
 Hon. Social Secretary. Hon. Social Secretary.
  
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