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===== Federation Notes ===== | ===== Federation Notes ===== | ||
- | **Waterfall Station Lighting** At the June meeting of Council a reply was received from the Railways to the Federation' | + | **Waterfall Station Lighting** At the June meeting of Council a reply was received from the Railways to the Federation' |
The revenue proves this! And we, as part of the travelling public, know the discomforts! | The revenue proves this! And we, as part of the travelling public, know the discomforts! | ||
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Gwen had also chartered a lorry ready for us, and after breakfast we mounted it thankfully, little dreaming what lay in store. It was a real he-man lorry and had evidently had a tank or tractor for its father or its mother, for when it came to saplings barring its way, it simply drew back a step or two, took a deep breath and hurled itself upon them; and down they went like ninepins. As for needing a road or a path, it had not been born or bred for such sissy things, and it lurched determinedly-over ridges and furrows, and streams that would have made an ordinary car turn pale with fright. In this occasion the only things to turn pale with fright - or maybe black and blue with bruises - were the occupants, that is to say, us, the seven bushwalkers bound for Mount Coricudgy. | Gwen had also chartered a lorry ready for us, and after breakfast we mounted it thankfully, little dreaming what lay in store. It was a real he-man lorry and had evidently had a tank or tractor for its father or its mother, for when it came to saplings barring its way, it simply drew back a step or two, took a deep breath and hurled itself upon them; and down they went like ninepins. As for needing a road or a path, it had not been born or bred for such sissy things, and it lurched determinedly-over ridges and furrows, and streams that would have made an ordinary car turn pale with fright. In this occasion the only things to turn pale with fright - or maybe black and blue with bruises - were the occupants, that is to say, us, the seven bushwalkers bound for Mount Coricudgy. | ||
- | The lorry at last dropped us in an open, grassy, swampy paddock through | + | The lorry at last dropped us in an open, grassy, swampy paddock through |
We made through the hills to the Cudgegong Valley at the foot of Mount Coricudgy, and another of those curious dome-shaped hills, Big Ben by name. The Cudgegong was flowing pleasantly when we met it, but unlike the streams in the Wolgan and Capertee valleys - which usually flow only near their sources - this stream behaved normally, and got smaller and smaller and drier and drier as approached its source. However, after lunch Max located a perennial swampy spring on the Wollemi side of the Divide, that is, east of it. It seems to be the usual thing in these parts to find water on the east of the slopes but nowhere else. | We made through the hills to the Cudgegong Valley at the foot of Mount Coricudgy, and another of those curious dome-shaped hills, Big Ben by name. The Cudgegong was flowing pleasantly when we met it, but unlike the streams in the Wolgan and Capertee valleys - which usually flow only near their sources - this stream behaved normally, and got smaller and smaller and drier and drier as approached its source. However, after lunch Max located a perennial swampy spring on the Wollemi side of the Divide, that is, east of it. It seems to be the usual thing in these parts to find water on the east of the slopes but nowhere else. | ||
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It rained that night, but ' | It rained that night, but ' | ||
- | We were nicely wet through, anyhow up to the knees, by the time we reached the trig at the northern end of the ridge Mount Coricudgy, which runs for a mile and a half in a north-westerly direction. There was a cold wind, and, we repeat we were wet. Max duly parked his party at the trig in the coldest, windiest place for a little ten minutes rest while he strolled round to see if there was a view anywhere about. He returned in one and a half hours! However, after about an hour the party, took things into its own hands, made a fire and had lunch, and werr after that was extremely suspicious of Max's "ten minute rests" | + | We were nicely wet through, anyhow up to the knees, by the time we reached the trig at the northern end of the ridge Mount Coricudgy, which runs for a mile and a half in a north-westerly direction. There was a cold wind, and, we repeat we were wet. Max duly parked his party at the trig in the coldest, windiest place for a little ten minutes rest while he strolled round to see if there was a view anywhere about. He returned in one and a half hours! However, after about an hour the party, took things into its own hands, made a fire and had lunch, and were after that was extremely suspicious of Max's "ten minute rests" |
We completed the day by going out onto the rocky tops of a spur which runs southwards from Coricudgy and commands far finer views, Max's Mount Uraterer as well as the pointed Mount Tyan and other familiar points being visible. It as a wild, untrodden country which stretched away to the south - sandstone canyons breaking up a wildly dissected plateau between Mount Tyan and the Wolgan Valley. | We completed the day by going out onto the rocky tops of a spur which runs southwards from Coricudgy and commands far finer views, Max's Mount Uraterer as well as the pointed Mount Tyan and other familiar points being visible. It as a wild, untrodden country which stretched away to the south - sandstone canyons breaking up a wildly dissected plateau between Mount Tyan and the Wolgan Valley. | ||
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So much for Coricudgy, whose silver blue-gums peering through the white morning mist will linger far longer in the memory than the dreary Monday which most of the party had to face after a nearly sleepless night in a crowded train. | So much for Coricudgy, whose silver blue-gums peering through the white morning mist will linger far longer in the memory than the dreary Monday which most of the party had to face after a nearly sleepless night in a crowded train. | ||
- | Whether those blue gums will remain more than a memory, is doubtful, for a local saw-miller is said to have been given a permit to demolish them. Letters | + | Whether those blue gums will remain more than a memory, is doubtful, for a local saw-miller is said to have been given a permit to demolish them. Letters |
===== Call A-Walking ===== | ===== Call A-Walking ===== | ||
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The rivers were (and again are) low; hence map production slow; that is the only explanation we can offer for not advising you of further maps completed by us for some months; the low rivers have cramped our style, but more data has nevertheless been compiled and the following have been completed and added to our library:- | The rivers were (and again are) low; hence map production slow; that is the only explanation we can offer for not advising you of further maps completed by us for some months; the low rivers have cramped our style, but more data has nevertheless been compiled and the following have been completed and added to our library:- | ||
- | * **Map No.21, Canoeist' | + | * **Map No.21, Canoeist' |
* Map No.22. Sketch only of the Snowy River. (**Dedick Bridge N.S.W. to Orbost, Vic. Section**) Showing river detail as regards position of all rapids etc. This compiled by R.C.C, | * Map No.22. Sketch only of the Snowy River. (**Dedick Bridge N.S.W. to Orbost, Vic. Section**) Showing river detail as regards position of all rapids etc. This compiled by R.C.C, | ||
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Jean is right. Frankly I hate getting down to writing letters, although I get the greatest kick in the woad from the receiving of them. So in chewing over Jean's remarks I had to confess to myself that I had not, of late, been putting as much into the old club as I had been expecting to receive........ | Jean is right. Frankly I hate getting down to writing letters, although I get the greatest kick in the woad from the receiving of them. So in chewing over Jean's remarks I had to confess to myself that I had not, of late, been putting as much into the old club as I had been expecting to receive........ | ||
- | Whatever you do, don't any of you ever get the impression that I am drifting away from the Club. On the contrary the S.B.W. and all of you who make it what is, mean (if this is possible) more to me today than in those halcyon days when my own world was complete in itself. Every walk on every walks programme is studied out and checked over. Every "Bushealker" is read from cover to cover and every bit of news which finds its way up here is digested and absorbed...... | + | Whatever you do, don't any of you ever get the impression that I am drifting away from the Club. On the contrary the S.B.W. and all of you who make it what is, mean (if this is possible) more to me today than in those halcyon days when my own world was complete in itself. Every walk on every walks programme is studied out and checked over. Every "Bushwalker" is read from cover to cover and every bit of news which finds its way up here is digested and absorbed...... |
- | The day may come when we will be foodlisting together again quite frequently, and when that day comes the other interestes | + | The day may come when we will be foodlisting together again quite frequently, and when that day comes the other interests |
- | I've taken up golf,-and frankly get quite a kick out of it. It is assuredly the nearest civilised approach to bushwalking. Plenty of fresh air, sun, rain and wind, and quite a fair bit of walking tossed in. The course on which I play has the loveliest situation, it sthetches | + | I've taken up golf,-and frankly get quite a kick out of it. It is assuredly the nearest civilised approach to bushwalking. Plenty of fresh air, sun, rain and wind, and quite a fair bit of walking tossed in. The course on which I play has the loveliest situation, it stretches |
- | Fishing, also, has become a big thing in my scheme of things. In this I am joined by our mutual cobber, Les. Douglas, and many are the trips we have had together. I believe Phil told you some time ago of our having decided to build a rod each and of the subsequent manufacture thereof. She probably didn't tell you of our first experience in the use thereof. Neither of us had used a rod, we were just raw mugs, so after the completion of the manufacturing operations we (Phil, Imps and all) piled into the car and hied ourselves down to Final Head. We arrived there just on tea time so contained our eagerness while we polished off a whacking big billy of stew which we had brought down with us wrapped in a sleeping bag. Incidently | + | Fishing, also, has become a big thing in my scheme of things. In this I am joined by our mutual cobber, Les. Douglas, and many are the trips we have had together. I believe Phil told you some time ago of our having decided to build a rod each and of the subsequent manufacture thereof. She probably didn't tell you of our first experience in the use thereof. Neither of us had used a rod, we were just raw mugs, so after the completion of the manufacturing operations we (Phil, Imps and all) piled into the car and hied ourselves down to Final Head. We arrived there just on tea time so contained our eagerness while we polished off a whacking big billy of stew which we had brought down with us wrapped in a sleeping bag. Incidentally |
- | Then off we went to a little jetty jutting out into the Tweed River. We hauled a prawn out of the tin, bayoneted him (or her) with the hook and then prepared to cast. I might mention that it was by this time dark with a darkness that effectively cloaked our amateurishness, | + | Then off we went to a little jetty jutting out into the Tweed River. We hauled a prawn out of the tin, bayoneted him (or her) with the hook and then prepared to cast. I might mention that it was by this time dark with a darkness that effectively cloaked our amateurishness, |
- | Two more rods have added to the Roots collection since those days, one belongs to David (who shows distinct tendencies of developing into a good fishing cobber for his daddy in the years to come) and the other is a little gem specially | + | Two more rods have added to the Roots collection since those days, one belongs to David (who shows distinct tendencies of developing into a good fishing cobber for his daddy in the years to come) and the other is a little gem specially |
Don't get the impression that fishing and golfing take up all of my spare time and that I don't ever get away for a night or two under the little tent. At Easter, The Imps, a cobber (one Ross Bulgin of the National Parks Assoc.) and I had a wonderful trip, if you are interested I'll tell you about it. You are? 0.K. here she is.-- | Don't get the impression that fishing and golfing take up all of my spare time and that I don't ever get away for a night or two under the little tent. At Easter, The Imps, a cobber (one Ross Bulgin of the National Parks Assoc.) and I had a wonderful trip, if you are interested I'll tell you about it. You are? 0.K. here she is.-- | ||
- | ....The first part of our journey lay along the banks of the Tweed to Murwillumbah. No doubt many of you have been along this lovely strip of road and know just how entrancing it is. Surely there are few places quite so beautiful as this introduction to the Tweed. From Murwillumbah we followed the road through Uki which follows right along the headwaters of the Tweed. Folks, this is grand country up along here, if you get the opportunity to make a trip through here don't miss it. The road twists and winds, dips and rises, and every twist and every rise gives you a view which is entrancing in its sheer loveliness. Old Man Warning towers above everything and makes the perfect background for almost every view. There is grass, **green** grass, the lovely river, sometimes placid, sometimes | + | ....The first part of our journey lay along the banks of the Tweed to Murwillumbah. No doubt many of you have been along this lovely strip of road and know just how entrancing it is. Surely there are few places quite so beautiful as this introduction to the Tweed. From Murwillumbah we followed the road through Uki which follows right along the headwaters of the Tweed. Folks, this is grand country up along here, if you get the opportunity to make a trip through here don't miss it. The road twists and winds, dips and rises, and every twist and every rise gives you a view which is entrancing in its sheer loveliness. Old Man Warning towers above everything and makes the perfect background for almost every view. There is grass, **green** grass, the lovely river, sometimes placid, sometimes |
In the morn we swam, ate and sunbaked, and the keen fisherman threw a line in just in case. Strange to say a whopping big freshwater catfish liked the look of the worm and took it aboard. So we had about three pounds of fish we didn't particularly want. However, we were short of bread, and some milk would have been most acceptable. So, with memories of a certain " | In the morn we swam, ate and sunbaked, and the keen fisherman threw a line in just in case. Strange to say a whopping big freshwater catfish liked the look of the worm and took it aboard. So we had about three pounds of fish we didn't particularly want. However, we were short of bread, and some milk would have been most acceptable. So, with memories of a certain " | ||
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By Stoddy Jnr. | By Stoddy Jnr. | ||
- | Many a bushland campfire has flickered | + | Many a bushland campfire has flickered and crackled with wayward and knowing mirth while, "grave faces gathered in a ring", Bushwalkers, |
But here in these pages is opportunity to make oneself heard, felt, and to generally slang the other fellow black and blue. Hooray! Now here's what I say:- (Non-Meat-eaters gnash your teeth - if gnashable). | But here in these pages is opportunity to make oneself heard, felt, and to generally slang the other fellow black and blue. Hooray! Now here's what I say:- (Non-Meat-eaters gnash your teeth - if gnashable). | ||
- | A balanced Diet must impose the least burden on the body while supplying it with enough material in accurate proportions to meet its needs. To do this the materials must contain animal and vegetable proteins, carbohydrates, | + | A balanced Diet must impose the least burden on the body while supplying it with enough material in accurate proportions to meet its needs. To do this the materials must contain animal and vegetable proteins, carbohydrates, |
- | I foresee some wise young professor of the future standing up and saying, " | + | |
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- | Cooking kills a heap of germs we might succumb to not being as robust as OUT cave-man forbears. 'And why should we be 4 rbbust? Haven' | + | |
- | But to return to our muttons. (Aside: Nhm, yes: nice juicy lamb chops.) Nobody can lay down a. down, a diet, which wifl. suit everYi)he, but for anyone doing eight hours mainly brainwork per day I recommend two meals a day and three strictly censored snacks._ Thus: | + | |
- | (1) Arising at a respectable and regular | + | I foresee some wise young professor of the future standing up and saying, " |
- | the following:- An apple, orange, banana two -slices of pineapple or a grapefruit. | + | |
- | . | + | "With the approach of civilization our ancestors discovered fire and began to cook. Naturally! Of course. |
- | PA r ".. - - N). , | + | |
- | (a) Breakfast | + | Cooking kills a heap of germs we might succumb to, not being as robust as our cave-man forbears. And why should we be as robust? Haven' |
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- | - at 7 3 0 a m. on:- | + | But to return to our muttons. (Aside: Mmm, yes! nice juicy lamb chops.) Nobody can lay down a diet which will suit everyone, but for anyone doing eight hours mainly brainwork per day I recommend two meals a day and three strictly censored snacks. Thus:- |
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- | A. Cereal, Stewed or fresh fruit. | + | (1) Arising at a respectable and regular |
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+ | (2) Breakfast at 7.30am on:- | ||
+ | A. Cereal, Stewed or fresh fruit.\\ | ||
Tomatoes on Toast | Tomatoes on Toast | ||
- | This diet is emine ntl suiablefor most wall4ng trips. Long trips, urifortun ately,-make it necessary to _ the (tit in the carbohydrate direction but anyone who can stand up to a long trip can put up with this. The inevitable reacti, sets in on returning to shop windows f:ull of fresh fruit and vegetables. | ||
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- | salad of any shop variety. | ||
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- | At,. least. one tour-latpr:: | ||
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- | or B. Bacon and Egg._ Toast and Marmalade | ||
- | 10 Minutes later: Malted Milk, Cocoa or Coffee. Instead of morning tea, a glass of water. | ||
- | Lunch:- | ||
- | Fresh fruit any. quantity Or a N. No Bread at. 11.- | ||
- | Dinner:- - | ||
- | Soup in winter._ | ||
- | Meat - tut -not qmuch. | ||
- | ; Cooked vegetables. 7 ad infinitum. Milk puddings. snd so, forth.. Nothing to | ||
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+ | Or B. Bacon and Egg\\ | ||
+ | Toast and Marmalade | ||
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+ | 10 minutes later: Malted Milk, Cocoa or Coffee | ||
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+ | Instead of morning tea, a glass of water. | ||
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+ | (3) Lunch: Fresh fruit in any quantity or a salad of any shop variety. N.B. No Bread at all. | ||
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+ | (4) Dinner: Soup in winter, Meat - but not much, Cooked vegetables - ad infinitum, Milk puddings and so forth. Northing to drink | ||
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+ | (5) At least one hour later: Any sort of beverage with nothing to eat. | ||
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+ | This diet is eminently suitable for most walking trips. Long trips, unfortunately, | ||
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+ | Some of the food combinations, | ||
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+ | Trundling off to work on train, bus or boat the old foodbag can get in its stretch of pulverising, | ||
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+ | If you enjoy an argument with your fellow-workers at midday - have a salad - lettuce is hard to digest. Then, after dinner, the films, quiet study, or a good book - and that meal is efficiently dealt with. Your stomach (the Victorians would shudder, wouldn' | ||
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+ | I know this article will call forth protests. That’s what I want it to do. Do I worry? I don't dare. Worry' | ||
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+ | ===== The Best Picture of the Week ===== | ||
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+ | Club members, who supplied "Best Pictures of the Week" during May and June, were. Messrs. Brian Harvey and William Whitney. Several other BushWalkers scored "near misses" | ||
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+ | The main factor to be considered in the selection of a "Best Picture" | ||
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+ | It is winter, and the actinic value of the sunlight is smaller than would appear. It is advisable to allow longer exposure (or to open the diaphragm more) than one would think necessary at first glance. The use of fast films will help a good deal. | ||
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+ | We are looking forward to showing more "Best Pictures" | ||
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+ | We do developing, Contact Printing, Enlarging, Copying, Colouring, Mountings, Framings, etc. We stock always fresh films of the best brands and Papers, Chemicals and Equipment for those who do processing themselves. | ||
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+ | Goodman Brothers Photo Supplies\\ | ||
+ | 20 Hunter Street, (Opposite Wynyard), Sydney | ||
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+ | ===== Letters from the Lads - No. 5 ===== | ||
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+ | This month we give you some extracts from his description of his arrival in Canada last February written to his clubmates of the C.M.W. by Arnold Rea of the R.A.A.F. | ||
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+ | "This is written in a very thirdclass carriage somewhere on the western slopes of the Rockies. The train is not one of the far-famed tourist-type, | ||
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+ | Yesterday afternoon we sighted a low cloud bank slowly resolved itself into the American coast, and a high cloud bank like cumulus cloud solidified into Mt. Baker - a lovely snowy peak pointing 11,000 ft. into the sky and glorious to look on. Then strange seabirds appeared - fat and well preserved and larger than our seagulls, and there were little white-breasted birds that skittered over the surface in formation and duck-dived every few minutes and were lost to sight. | ||
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+ | As we sighted the mouth of the gulf between Victoria Island and U.S.A. a lazy ground swell rolled the boat more than the open Pacific. Fir trees clothed the steep hillsides right to the water, and bare patches showed up ugly where the millers had laid on the axe. Back of the foreshores the mountains rose thousands of feet to their ragged snowy tops and the still water of the gulf of someone or other Spanish gave the impression of a fiord in Norway. | ||
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+ | Houses were all wood, which seems the universal style in this land. It was dark by the time we reached Victoria and we had to hustle around getting our big bags packed and in the luggage room. Spoke to the stevedores who came aboard to unload part of our cargo, and they all speak very American. Trams are street cars, cars are automobiles, | ||
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+ | We all trotted ashore onto a big wharf where a few Canadian Air Force officers kept us standing around for an hour or so and officially took charge of us while our toes slowly solidified. Then we all trooped on board again, were told where we were to go and received ten dollars each advanced out of next pay. Then we went to bed, and woke up to find ourselves moving very slowly through heavy fog and our boat's whistle blasting harshly in reply to numerous tugs shoving great rafts of logs along. | ||
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+ | A picturesque wooden township ran from the water right up to foothills that culminated in two tremendous snowy spires above the layers of fog that wreathed the town. A miscellany of marine craft rested like painted ships over their reflections on the still water; the aldermanic proportioned gulls wheeled and dived among flotsam from the big timber rafts, and our boat nosed slowly and fearfully up to her birth. Of Vancouver we could see little - a few large buildings reached out of the fog and the wharf with its travelling gantries and covered walks came into vies. Stevedores clustered on the wharf and, as the ship pulled in, the boys heaved their N.Z. and Fijian coins over the side and nearly started free fights among the toughs below. Over went leis, bows and arrows and carved knives from Fiji, and a dozen or so pounced on each. Gangplanks were set and we followed the New Zealanders off the boat and lined up on the wharf, and, after an hour or so's delay during which we took last photos of " | ||
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+ | On the train are trainees bound for Winnipeg, Saskatoon, Macleod, and New Zealanders going right through, and we left a lot of cobbers to enjoy a day's leave before entraining tonight for Edmonton and London (Canada).... | ||
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+ | We farewelled our late officers and cobbers and pulled out of the station amid much noise and promises to come together again. Then we wound for miles through Van's suburbs around the harbour. Practically every house was of bare unpainted wood - shingle roof and walls, the older ones dark from weathering, the newer ones hard on the eye.... We passed thickets of what I'd imagine to be larch with coarse brown grass all through them, sawmills sandwiched between log rafts and heaps of sawn timber, sorrowful little villages of untidy unpainted houses. One percent of the houses I've seen today are painted, and of that number many have the paint badly falked.... | ||
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+ | "After a while we left the coast and followed a wide river, the Fraser, flowing lazily between heavily, wooded banks, with small clearings here and there round small shingle cabins. A lot of timber has been cut but plenty seems to remain..... We followed the Fraser for hours, running along a narrow track cut in the side of the steep gruesome hillside, diving periodically through little tunnels 50 or 60 yards long that saved expensive cuts or building up. The long train snaked about round the continuous sequence of corners, and we alternately had the engine or the weird top storied and bathroom chimneyed cook houses brought into view. The river was running much faster now with great snags sticking up and making eddies and white water in the green flood..... | ||
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+ | The air was decidedly frigid when we turned in, and patches of snow lay all about. The hinged trough arrangements we had to sleep in were none too comfortable and as soon as one got out of them they sprang back into place with a snap. There was great hilarity as the boys shut up some poor cuss who'd retired early and strange cries came from the ponderous structure...... | ||
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+ | Woken up at about 2am by a cove below yelling for me to come on down and see. Peered out into the dark, and the countryside was dead white and terrific mountains, all snow and fir covered, shot straight up, and below, great dark gorges that moonlight (it was a perfect night) couldn' | ||
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+ | That is just the start of a very long and very interesting description of the trip through Canada to Macleod that is circulating amongst C.M.W. members. We are sorry that space will not permit us to publish more of it as we had permission to use what we wanted of it. Any of you who know Arnold Rea and want to write to him can get his address from Daphne Ball, Hon. Secretary of the C.M.W. or from the Bushwalkers' | ||
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+ | ===== Club Gossip ===== | ||
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+ | Some of our congratulatory remarks this month concern Mrs. Audrey (Lumsden) Lockwood who is the proud mother of a baby daughter, and Tom and Josephine Herbert who recently welcomed a " | ||
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+ | The balance is shared by Gwen Clark and her husband Edgell Sydney Hunt, who were married on June 9th and will reside at Orange, and Hilda Blunt who was married in Melbourne on May 24th to Capt. J.H. Newstead of the A.I.F. | ||
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- | Some of.- the.- food c*leinatiOns, | ||
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- | Trundling off to work on train, bu's or lo' | ||
- | digestive troubles " --: - - -- | ||
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- | If you enjoy an argut-ent with-Your -fellow-workers at midday - have a salad - lettuce is hard to digest. Then, after dinner, the films, quiet study, or a good book - and that meal is efficiently dealt with. Your stomach (the Victorians rlould shudder, wouldn' | ||
- | I know this article willcall forth protests. -Thats what I want it to do. Do I worry? I doilit dare. Worry' | ||
- | THE BEST PICTURE OF TEE WEEK. | ||
- | Club members, who supplied "Best_ Pictures of the Week" during_May and June, Were. Messrs. Brian Harvey and William Whitney.: Several other BushWalkers scored | ||
- | 'near- missee. ::We are pleased to announce these results, Which are quite up to our | ||
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- | expectations' | ||
- | The main factor to b'e considered in the selectio# of a "Best Picture" | ||
- | It is winter, and the actinic value of the sunlight is smaller than would appear. It 16 adviseable to allow longer exposure (or to open the diaphragm more) than one would think necessary at first glance. The use of fast films will help a good deal. | ||
- | We are looking forward to showing more "Best Pictures" | ||
- | We do developing, Contact Printing, Enlarging, Copying, Colouring, Mountings, Framings, etc. We stockalways fresh films ofthe bast brands and Papers, Chemicals and Equipment for those who do processing themselves. | ||
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- | LETTERS FROM THE LADS - No.5 | ||
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- | This month we give you some extracts from his description of his arrival in Canada last February written to his' clubmates of the C.M.W. by Arnold Rea of the R.A.A.F. | ||
- | This is written in a very thirdclass carriage somewhere on the western slopes of the Rockies. The train is not one.. of the far-famed tourist-type, | ||
- | Yesterday afternoon we sighted a low cloud bank slowly resolved itself | ||
- | into the American coast, and a high cloud bank like cumulus cloud solidified into Mt. Baker - a lovely snowy peak pointing 11,000 ft. into the sky and glorious to look on. Then strange seabirds appeared - fat and well preserved and larger than our seagulls, and there were little white-breasted birds that skittered over the surface in formation and duck-dived every few minutes and were lost to sight. | ||
- | As we sighted the mouth of the gulf between Victoria Island and U.S.A. a lazy ground swell rolled the boat more than the open Pacific. Firtrees clothed the steep hillsides right to the water, and bare patches showed up ugly where the millers had laid on the axe. Back of the foreshores the mountains rose thousands of feet to their ragged snowy tops and the still water of the gulf of someone or other Spanish gave the impression of a fiord in Norway. | ||
- | Houses were all wood, which seems the universal style in this land. It was dark by the time we reached Victoria and we had to hustle around getting our big bafs packed and in the luggage room. Spoke to the stevedores who came aboard to unload part of our cargo, and they all speak very American. Trams are street cars, cars are automobiles, | ||
- | We all trotted ashore onto a big wharf where a few Canadian Air Force officers kept us standing around for ah hour or so and officially took charge of us while our toes slowly solidified. Then we all trooped on board again, were told where we were to go and received ten dollars each advanced out of next pay. Then we went to bed, and woke up to find ourselves moving very slowly through heavy fog and our boat's whistle blasting harshly in reply to numerous tugs shoving great rafts of logs along. | ||
- | A picturesque wooden township ran from the water right up to foothills that culminated in two tremendous snowy spires above the layers of fog that wreathed the town e A miscellany of marine craft rested like painted ships over their reflections on the still water, the aldermanic proportioned gulls wheeled and dived among flotsam from the big timber rafts, and our boat nosed slowly and fearfully up to her birth. Of Vancouver we could see little - a few large buildings reached out of the fog and the wharf with its travelling gantries and 4 covered walks came into vies. Stevedores clustered on the wharf and, as the ship pulled in, the boys heaved their N.Z. and Fijian coins over the side and nearly started free fights among the toughs below. Over went leis, bows and arrows and carved knives from Fiji, and a dozen or so pounced on each. Gangplanks were set | ||
- | and we followed | ||
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- | the New Zealanders off the boat and lined Up on the wharf, and, after an hour or sops delay during which. we took last photos of " | ||
- | On the train are trainees bound7-for :Winnipeg, Saskatoon, Macleod, and New Zealanders going right through, and we left a lot of cobbers to enjoy a day' | ||
- | - We farewelled our late officers and cobbers and pulled out of the station amid much noise and promises to come together again. Then we wouhd for miles through Van's suburbs around the harbour. Practically every house was of bare unpainted wood - shingle roof and walls, the older ones dark from Weathering, the newer ones hard on the eye' We passed thickets of what I'd imagine to be larch with coarse brown grass all through them, sawmills sandwiched between log rafts and heaps-df sawn timber, sorrowful little villages of untidy unpainted houses. One percent of the houses I've seen today are painted, and of that number many have the paint badly falked. | ||
- | "After a while we left the coast and followed a wide river, the Fraser, flowing lazily between heavily, wooded _banks, with small clearings here and there round small shingle cabins. A-lot of timber has been cut but plenty seems to remain..... We followed the Fraser for hours, running along a narrow track cut in the side of the steep gruesome hillside, diving periodically through little tunnels 50 or 60-yards long that saved expensive cuts or building up. The long train snaked about round the continuous sequence of corners, and we alternately had the engine or the weird top storied and bathroom chimneyed cook houses brought into view. The-river was running mueh faster now with great snags sticking up and ' | ||
- | The air Was decidedly frigid when we turned in, andpatches of snowlay all about. The hinged trough arrangements we had to sleep in were none too comfortable and as soon as one got out of them they sprang back into place with a snap. There was great hilarity as the boys shut up Scime poor cuss who'd retired earlyand stange cries came from the ponderous structure.. O OOO | ||
- | Woken up at about 2 a m. by a cove below yelling for me to come on down | ||
- | and see, Peered out into the dark,- and- the-countryside was dead white and terrific mountains, all snow and fir covered, shot straight up, and below, great dark gorges that moonlight (it was a perfect night) couldn' | ||
- | That is just the start of a very long and very interesting description of the trip through Canada to Macleod that is circulating amongst c.M.W. members. We axe 0,01-21 that arece will Pot permit us to publish war,0- of it as we had | ||
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- | and want to or was in | ||
- | permission to use what we wanted write to him can get_ .hi address from the Bushwalkers' | ||
- | of it. Any of you who know Arnold Rea from DaphneBall, Hon.Se*etary of the Committee. If we gave it to you as it least the rank wrong. | ||
- | CLUB GOSSIP. | ||
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- | Some of our cOngratUlatory remarks this month concern Mrs. Audrey (Lumsden) | ||
- | Lockwood Who is the proUd mother of 'a baby daughter, and Tom and Josephine Herbert who recently welcomed a " | ||
- | The balance is shared by ,Gwen Clark and her. husband Edgell Sydney Hunt, who were married on June 9th and will reside at Orange, and Hilda Blunt who was married in Melbourne on May 21-th' | ||
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To all these folk we offer our very best wishes for the future. | To all these folk we offer our very best wishes for the future. | ||
- | Dot English did' | + | |
- | The S.B.W. beat the Campfire Club by 13 points in theinterclub | + | Dot English did not dash off to N.Z. after all - she was offered a job in Sydney that was sufficiently attractive to keep her here; did the companionship of her S.B.W. pals perhaps weigh the scales? |
- | While this debate was going on in the Committee Room, and the Social Committee was meeting in the kitchen, the crowd was gathering in the main club room and then enjoying Marie Byles lecture' | + | |
- | STOP P.RESS. | + | The S.B.W. beat the Campfire Club by 13 points in the interclub |
- | Once more " | + | |
- | have. to turn 'to the right at the top Of the stairs. | + | While this debate was going on in the Committee Room, and the Social Committee was meeting in the kitchen, the crowd was gathering in the main club room and then enjoying Marie Byles lecture |
- | FOR PHOTOGRAPHIC SUPPLIES - SPY, GOODMAN BROS. PHOTO SUPPLIES - HUNTER STREET. | + | |
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+ | Once more " | ||
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