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 This courtesy exchanged, Mr. Editor remarked: "You don't come into Club these days, do you?" and to counter his tactlessness I replied "Er - no - but I'm "​financial"​ you know - and I've been reading the Magazine and think you are making a great job of it." And into his eyes came that look which only a man, presented with a magazine and nothing to load in it, can wear. I listened sympathetically while he spoke and, as he grew more eloquent, the little worm of guilt wriggled inside me. But I haven'​t been walking for - yes, I can almost say years... This courtesy exchanged, Mr. Editor remarked: "You don't come into Club these days, do you?" and to counter his tactlessness I replied "Er - no - but I'm "​financial"​ you know - and I've been reading the Magazine and think you are making a great job of it." And into his eyes came that look which only a man, presented with a magazine and nothing to load in it, can wear. I listened sympathetically while he spoke and, as he grew more eloquent, the little worm of guilt wriggled inside me. But I haven'​t been walking for - yes, I can almost say years...
  
-"I know it must be hard", I muttered, "but I can't help - you see, I'm right out of touch with everything ​nnd everybody and have nothing to write about"​. And with a "​Cheerio"​ we parted.+"I know it must be hard", I muttered, "but I can't help - you see, I'm right out of touch with everything ​and everybody and have nothing to write about"​. And with a "​Cheerio"​ we parted.
  
 Walking! My memory stirred. And my first thought was of my pack. How I hated that thing! Even now, when I see it squatting complacently on the top of the wardrobe I hate it - it was always too big and too heavy - and it never grew lighter. Walking! My memory stirred. And my first thought was of my pack. How I hated that thing! Even now, when I see it squatting complacently on the top of the wardrobe I hate it - it was always too big and too heavy - and it never grew lighter.
  
-Straining up,​perpandicular ​mountains, my heart bursting, my legs and shoulders racked with'Rain; glissading down perpendicular mountains on all sixes, the pack illimplale ​behind with malevolent intent; scrambling down steep slippery banks to :​wa4Ohrough ​icy, rock strewn creeks because, with a pack, +Straining up perpendicular ​mountains, my heart bursting, my legs and shoulders racked with pain; glissading down perpendicular mountains on all sixes, the pack bumping ​behind with malevolent intent; scrambling down steep slippery banks to wade through ​icy, rock strewn creeks because, with a pack, I could not balance on log bridges; rock hopping along creek beds, apprehensive ​of snakes in every crack, fighting back tears and praying to God to end the misery. Never did Christian ​stumble in his "​burdened manner"​ as I did with my pack - and yet.... 
-I could not bal.T.ncliii'​log bridges; rock hopping along creek beds, apprehen- + 
-sive of snakes in ev'​ery ​crack, fighting back tears and praying to God to end the mi sery. Never did. ChriStian ​stumble in his "​burdened manner"​ as I did with my pack - and yetk.... +Bluegum in the dawn mist; Kangaroo Valley and the incomparable soft greenness of Yeola; the majesty of Solitary, the poplars along the Cotter river; the intimacy of a small camp-fire party; bush orchids and the wildflowers;​ Romance and good comrades; excitement as bush creatures are surprised; the pungency of bush smells; the satisfaction of a full tummy and a warm sleeping bag; stillness; ​moonlight; and the bliss of a deep hot bath after a trip. All these and a hundred other memories crowded my brain as I continued on my way. But it's all so long ago, and, as I told Mr.Editor, there'​s absolutely nothing I can write for his magazine - nothing at all... 
-Bluegum in the dawn mist; Kangaroo Valley and the incomparable soft greenness of Yeola; the majesty of Solitary, the poplars along the Cotter river; the intimacy of a small camp-fire party; bush orchids and th- wildflowers;​ Romance and good comrades; excitement as bush creatures are surprised; the pungency of bush smells; the satisfaction of a full tummy and a warm sleeping bag; stillness; ​Iponlight; and the bliss of a deep hot bath after a trip. All these and a hundred other memories crowded my brain as I + 
-continued on my way. But it's all so long ago, and, as I told Mr.Editor, there'​s absolutely nothing I can write for his magazine - nothing at+------ 
 E. (TED) CAINES PHILLIPS, Convenor of the Topographical Section of the River Canoe Club of N.S.W. writes under date 7/8/45. E. (TED) CAINES PHILLIPS, Convenor of the Topographical Section of the River Canoe Club of N.S.W. writes under date 7/8/45.
-Please note thst the following canoeists'​ maps have now been + 
-completed:​ +Please note that the following canoeists'​ maps have now been completed: 
-No.31 Paterson River (Paterson to Hunter River junction(Morneth)section+ 
 +No.31 Paterson River (Paterson to Hunter River junction (Morpeth) section 
 No.32 Little Manning and Manning Rivers (Gloryvale to Barrington River junction section). No.32 Little Manning and Manning Rivers (Gloryvale to Barrington River junction section).
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 Again thanking you for your continued publicity of this section'​s activities, Again thanking you for your continued publicity of this section'​s activities,
  
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