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 By J.C.H. By J.C.H.
  
-Windowless walls like eyeless faces, white skeletons in the encroaching green, starkly rising chimney stacks that have not smolsed for sixty years, and English trees now grown tall and wild with passing of the years - that is Joadja, ghost mining town of the Southern Tablelands, which at one time housed five hundred families.+Windowless walls like eyeless faces, white skeletons in the encroaching green, starkly rising chimney stacks that have not smoked for sixty years, and English trees now grown tall and wild with passing of the years - that is Joadja, ghost mining town of the Southern Tablelands, which at one time housed five hundred families.
  
 The mines that had produced the richest shale ever discovered are in the hillside to the North. With difficulty owing to the overgrown nature of the tracks can be traced the path of the coal and shale to four rows of rusted iron retorts where the crude oil was extracted. Owing to the massive nature of this section decay has proceeded here at a slower rate, but tall saplings grow through crevices in the brickwork. The mines that had produced the richest shale ever discovered are in the hillside to the North. With difficulty owing to the overgrown nature of the tracks can be traced the path of the coal and shale to four rows of rusted iron retorts where the crude oil was extracted. Owing to the massive nature of this section decay has proceeded here at a slower rate, but tall saplings grow through crevices in the brickwork.
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 Standing in the ruins of the refinery now overgrown with blackberry vines a feeling of depression is experienced. Seeing on every hand tumbled ruins and the encroaches of the bush one is troubled with thoughts of the transience of life and the futility of human endeavour. In winter the bare limbs of the strange trees add to the general effect of desolation. Standing in the ruins of the refinery now overgrown with blackberry vines a feeling of depression is experienced. Seeing on every hand tumbled ruins and the encroaches of the bush one is troubled with thoughts of the transience of life and the futility of human endeavour. In winter the bare limbs of the strange trees add to the general effect of desolation.
  
-Soundness of construction is indicated in a number of buildings now stripped of floors and roof-iron. The sturdyschoolhouse was for many years untouched, complete with blackboards and school books showing the childish writing of people now in their seventies. The director's house, in attractive red brick, has now disappeared behind it's grove of poplar trees. The Manager's house is maintained as a farm-house by the present occupier, a Mr. Trotter. The old groves of fruit and nut trees have been destroyed by fire and now grazing seems to be the only activity in the valley. The community hall has lost its fine dance floor to a hall in Mittagong. This hall, in its day, with the hotel was the scene of many revels when money was plentiful, and cares were few.+Soundness of construction is indicated in a number of buildings now stripped of floors and roof-iron. The sturdy schoolhouse was for many years untouched, complete with blackboards and school books showing the childish writing of people now in their seventies. The director's house, in attractive red brick, has now disappeared behind it's grove of poplar trees. The Manager's house is maintained as a farm-house by the present occupier, a Mr. Trotter. The old groves of fruit and nut trees have been destroyed by fire and now grazing seems to be the only activity in the valley. The community hall has lost its fine dance floor to a hall in Mittagong. This hall, in its day, with the hotel was the scene of many revels when money was plentiful, and cares were few.
  
 The grassy streets are lined with avenues of well-grown imported trees, oaks, pines and sycamores. The houses are in various stages of disrepair, those in what was known as "Stringybark Row" surviving the bushfire only as a chimney or hearthstone. The grassy streets are lined with avenues of well-grown imported trees, oaks, pines and sycamores. The houses are in various stages of disrepair, those in what was known as "Stringybark Row" surviving the bushfire only as a chimney or hearthstone.
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 Behind the palm in whose shade he sat rose a large factory. Over my head rumbled three floors of machinery. But between those busy factories was a man who reclined at peace among growing things, and read his paper. Read, probably, of the shells whining and bursting as Communist and fellow Chinese spilt blood, of riots and bloodshed among the teeming millions of India; of horrors near and far, that show what man can do to follow-man. Behind the palm in whose shade he sat rose a large factory. Over my head rumbled three floors of machinery. But between those busy factories was a man who reclined at peace among growing things, and read his paper. Read, probably, of the shells whining and bursting as Communist and fellow Chinese spilt blood, of riots and bloodshed among the teeming millions of India; of horrors near and far, that show what man can do to follow-man.
  
-The breeze caught his paper, and he had to clutch it for a momont. Then he turned a page, and relaxed again among the grasses, at peace in the shade of a waving palm.+The breeze caught his paper, and he had to clutch it for a moment. Then he turned a page, and relaxed again among the grasses, at peace in the shade of a waving palm.
  
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 The following has been extracted from the New Zealand journal, "Alpinesport". Though the writer obviously has in mind climbing under rather different conditions from those generally met by bushwalkers here it makes interesting reading. Perhaps an adaptation of these precepts by us would make easier the filling of the "leader" column of the Walks Programme: The following has been extracted from the New Zealand journal, "Alpinesport". Though the writer obviously has in mind climbing under rather different conditions from those generally met by bushwalkers here it makes interesting reading. Perhaps an adaptation of these precepts by us would make easier the filling of the "leader" column of the Walks Programme:
  
-"There are certain walking manners, the observance of which will do much to promote the harmony of the party and save the leader's temper. If your leader sets the pace keep to it. If it is too slow for you, remember the slowest man for whom it is just right: that i8 why the leader does it. If your leader makes a slight error in the choice of route, do not pass him on a shorter line; even he is not infallible, andyour action implies a criticism of his judgment which is ill-deserved. Concede the mistake and take the longer way. If you are zig-zagging up an open hillside and each member of the party is choosing his own line, it is again good manners to see that your line, however widely spaced from the leader's, does not overtake the level at which he is climbing. Further, if you are converging ultimately on a common object such as the commencement of a track, or a large shady rock, it is his privilege to arrive there first so that he can decide the future movements of the party merely by going on or stopping. Always give your leader the opportunity of making a decision by action rather than by words. His position then becomes the less obvious. After negotiating a slightly steeper or more difficult piece of ground, check your pace when you come to easier terrain. It is annoying for the man behind you on the difficult section to see you forge ahead when he, perforce, has to slow down. When returning from a climb, successfu or otherwise, do not race ahead. Others are not as fresh as you and if someone should twist an ankle or slip on easy ground your help is useless a mile further down the track. For what shall it profit man if he gain the summit end lose his own party?"+"There are certain walking manners, the observance of which will do much to promote the harmony of the party and save the leader's temper. If your leader sets the pace keep to it. If it is too slow for you, remember the slowest man for whom it is just right: that i8 why the leader does it. If your leader makes a slight error in the choice of route, do not pass him on a shorter line; even he is not infallible, and your action implies a criticism of his judgment which is ill-deserved. Concede the mistake and take the longer way. If you are zig-zagging up an open hillside and each member of the party is choosing his own line, it is again good manners to see that your line, however widely spaced from the leader's, does not overtake the level at which he is climbing. Further, if you are converging ultimately on a common object such as the commencement of a track, or a large shady rock, it is his privilege to arrive there first so that he can decide the future movements of the party merely by going on or stopping. Always give your leader the opportunity of making a decision by action rather than by words. His position then becomes the less obvious. After negotiating a slightly steeper or more difficult piece of ground, check your pace when you come to easier terrain. It is annoying for the man behind you on the difficult section to see you forge ahead when he, perforce, has to slow down. When returning from a climb, successful or otherwise, do not race ahead. Others are not as fresh as you and if someone should twist an ankle or slip on easy ground your help is useless a mile further down the track. For what shall it profit man if he gain the summit end lose his own party?"
  
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 =====June Holiday Weekend - Walks.===== =====June Holiday Weekend - Walks.=====
  
-Although there's been a change in the date of the King's Birthday, Fraser Ratcliff's 3-day jaunt will still take place on June 7-10th. However, itinerary will be: Wentworth Falls - Kedumba Pass - Korrowall Buttress - Cedar Ck - Cox R. - Konangaroo-  Mt.Guouegang - Mt.Jenolan - Cox R. - 6 foot Track - Medlow Bath (about 45 miles).+Although there's been a change in the date of the King's Birthday, Fraser Ratcliff's 3-day jaunt will still take place on June 7-10th. However, itinerary will be: Wentworth Falls - Kedumba Pass - Korrowall Buttress - Cedar Ck - Cox R. - Konangaro o-  Mt.Guouogang - Mt.Jenolan - Cox R. - 6 foot Track - Medlow Bath (about 45 miles).
  
 Please note Fraser's 'phone No. F0444 Xtm 509 (not 503 as on Walks Programme). Tickets will be required to Medlow Bath and members are reminded to notify the leader of their intentions of going. Please note Fraser's 'phone No. F0444 Xtm 509 (not 503 as on Walks Programme). Tickets will be required to Medlow Bath and members are reminded to notify the leader of their intentions of going.
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 J.C.H. J.C.H.
  
-A few Sundays ago, skippered by Rene Brown, 85 eager kiddies spilled themselves from the bus at the gates of National Park, Fuller's Bridge, Chatswood, and with joyous whoops raced along devious paths to the chosen glearing where the annual Xmas Treat (postponed on account of strikes) was to be held.+A few Sundays ago, skippered by Rene Brown, 85 eager kiddies spilled themselves from the bus at the gates of National Park, Fuller's Bridge, Chatswood, and with joyous whoops raced along devious paths to the chosen clearing where the annual Xmas Treat (postponed on account of strikes) was to be held.
  
 Despite the coolness of the day the hardier soon donned their costumes and dived and swam in the river: others gathered around a skipping rope or took part in a game of rounders, while a few of the hungrier souls looked on at the busy helpers madly buttering bread and cutting salads (both vegetable and fruit), which were soon to disappear down the yawning throats of our young guests. Despite the coolness of the day the hardier soon donned their costumes and dived and swam in the river: others gathered around a skipping rope or took part in a game of rounders, while a few of the hungrier souls looked on at the busy helpers madly buttering bread and cutting salads (both vegetable and fruit), which were soon to disappear down the yawning throats of our young guests.
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 Shortly (all too shortly for the small band of helpers Rene had) lunch time came and it didn't take long for the hungry kiddies to form a circle and begin on their eats. What piles of food they devoured - meat and salads, hot mashed potatoes ("Oh boy, mashed potatoes!") accompanied by bread and butter, followed by fruit salad and ice cream. Did I say ice-cream? Never have I soon so much ice-cream eaten by so few! (This applies to the helpers too). Shortly (all too shortly for the small band of helpers Rene had) lunch time came and it didn't take long for the hungry kiddies to form a circle and begin on their eats. What piles of food they devoured - meat and salads, hot mashed potatoes ("Oh boy, mashed potatoes!") accompanied by bread and butter, followed by fruit salad and ice cream. Did I say ice-cream? Never have I soon so much ice-cream eaten by so few! (This applies to the helpers too).
  
-Lunch over, what next? Races, of course. After the ordinary races, i.e. straight running for all age groups, the fun began. Have you ever seen a frog race? The competitor places the hands on the ground and hops the course in a squatting position. Or a duck waddle race? One gets down on one's haunches and, with hands on knees, waddles the distance! Then there was the vheelbarrow race - generally the barrow collapsed on the wheel and flattened the said wheel in the dust, with accompanying squeals and yells.+Lunch over, what next? Races, of course. After the ordinary races, i.e. straight running for all age groups, the fun began. Have you ever seen a frog race? The competitor places the hands on the ground and hops the course in a squatting position. Or a duck waddle race? One gets down on one's haunches and, with hands on knees, waddles the distance! Then there was the wheelbarrow race - generally the barrow collapsed on the wheel and flattened the said wheel in the dust, with accompanying squeals and yells.
  
 The afternoon sped by, but what is that over there? A sick child? And that? A sick Bushwalker? The excitement of the day, plus the huge lunch, had affected quite a few, and the position became nightmarish as one after another became violently ill. The afternoon sped by, but what is that over there? A sick child? And that? A sick Bushwalker? The excitement of the day, plus the huge lunch, had affected quite a few, and the position became nightmarish as one after another became violently ill.
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 ===='Ere We Come!!==== ===='Ere We Come!!====
  
-Applications are invited for a new era in walking! Pioneered by Racing Ratcliff's Burragorang burn-up. Munching on the march supersedes eating at ease, as the four-miles-an-hour minimum slows down to a steady 3 m.p.h. for lunch! We're hours overdue fcr the bus, but what care we? A timely lift in Rus. Wilkins' jallopy enables us to catch the 3 p.m. Bimlow bus at 3.15. Unionists need not apply.+Applications are invited for a new era in walking! Pioneered by Racing Ratcliff's Burragorang burn-up. Munching on the march supersedes eating at ease, as the four-miles-an-hour minimum slows down to a steady 3 m.p.h. for lunch! We're hours overdue for the bus, but what care we? A timely lift in Rus. Wilkins' jallopy enables us to catch the 3 p.m. Bimlow bus at 3.15. Unionists need not apply.
  
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-MOUNT HOTHAM THROUGH THE WIND SCREEN +=====Mount Hotham through The Wind Screen.===== 
-By 012M HALLSTROM) (With apolog1e5 to Nr.Milliam Hatfield). + 
-THE SUBJECT: Roughest and toughest ride that any of Colin Lloyd's party has yet experienced. +By Clem Hallstrom. 
-THE TRIP: Upwards'from Yrepuncha, a little township at the foot of MtBuffalo, + 
-TIM CONVEYANCE: A timber-trftek of proverbial bitsa type, with fractious gremlins in every nut and bolt (of which most were missing). +(With apologies to MrWilliam Hatfield). 
-Jumping Jehosaphat, what a ridet You've heard the parody of course: + 
-"Oh milordt How he roared, +The Subject: Roughest and toughest ride that any of Colin Lloyd's party has yet experienced. 
-In his old tin-fashioned Ford, Upon the road to Gundagait+ 
-The very vehicle, folks - the self same oneNew, the flooring for instance: +The Trip: Upwards from Porepuncha, a little township at the foot of MtBuffalo. 
-just a collection of-loose boards forming a tray with no sides, except for a piece of two by three onwhich to crack tho skull at every curveAs for the springing - Roman chariots were lounge chairs, alongside this leviathan of the road. + 
-From the sun there was ho protection no covering at all. The only shadow was cast by a clattering jib overhead, swaying and alanging to the twist and turns buck and heave of the maddened monster on whose back we had perforce to ride. And not only the sun -for the vehicle itself kicked up dust and flying gravel that 411 bu* asphyxiated the unhappy passengers; we poor unfortunates who had imagined that a truck ride was so much better than road walking, +The Conveyance: A timber-truck of proverbial bitsa type, with fractious gremlins in every nut and bolt (of which most were missing). 
-There are those who say that we are governed by instinct, and those who say we 'are governed by fear well, we knew all about the fear and we hoped, the driver had the instinct, for we were certain that he could not see the road. As the windsorson was half-way between translucent and Opaque, and crossed by myriad cracks, it was obvious that he saw nothing ahead. Hence, instinct + 
-alone was guiding him and a rizhty good instinct, too, as he swerved sickeningly dn hairpin bonds, with chems on the outer side Myt what a nightmare; Aht but what was thil9.h4 ,giraffe - like neck craned outwards from the driver's cab? So that was Ho looked around the wind screenMy estimation of his instincts faded into the dust, even as my fellow passengErs had faded into it, long before, +Jumping Jehosaphat, what a ride! You've heard the parody of course: 
-Throughout the trip, Roley was as usual, very quiet - more quiet than ever. Probably thinking over some matter that meant nothing to no one, but everything to himself (hadn't made out his will, maybe). His apprentice, Luke Priddle, looked all wonder-eyed at the hillside; no doubt visualising the sacks of gold he hoped to deport from the Owens River Valley. Doug Johnston swayed on the brink of eternity; with teeth clenched tight, he held grimly to the edge of the tray, as each bounce and curve threatened to unseat him onto the racing road beneath. For a moment, he almost forgot his vengeful calculations of paying back the woman at Bright for selling him "tinned cow" in lieu of a glass of milk - ah oel is unto bushwalkers when civilisation hits the bush!, + 
-The curly headed boy was cushioned on the rucsacks, unable to account for the roughness of the ride, and much distraught at not having his pipe. And then we saw the rucsacks cushioned on him George Dibley seemed contented, but When we dismounted his logs were quivering as he stood behind the driver. Was it tvoltching muscles, or was that a contemplative look in his eye? Phil Hall was sore and sorry from his jolting on that damnable perversion of automobility, and muttering incoherent epithets about the glories of the quiet bushe +"Oh milord! How he roared,\\ 
-Looking at them all, one would thinIthey were really in a bad way, and I f3lt gonuino17 ',orry for them Lci there stirred in my breast many manly sentimel'1.ts ei pity for those beings in agony - me2 on the upholstered seat, in the cab beaide the driver. +In his old tin-fashioned Ford,\\ 
-RETURN OF THE NATIVE +Upon the road to Gundagai!" 
-She'backt Yes, the girl with the Flannels Spur legs is on us cr4ce + 
-Norma Barden, returned from hitch-hiking Tasmania from north to south, and east to west. On her own admission, she hiked much more than hitched. What'have Tassio drivers no appreciation of legs? +The very vehicle, folks - the self same oneNew, the flooring for instance: just a collection of loose boards forming a tray with no sides, except for a piece of two by three on which to crack the skull at every curveAs for the springing - Roman chariots were lounge chairs, alongside this leviathan of the road. 
-O. I. un or + 
-Anent the ditty on tho title page, and yarns when night has fallen, did anyone note the looks upon the faces of the males when one female (strictly practical type) remarked, "lhat about the moony anyway? It's only a light, after all." Ah, but how their faces brightened when a brown-eyed damsel cooed ''Whatt. Is there no romance in 'your soul? To me (sighs) a moon suggests a yacht, rippling waters and a soothing breeze " +From the sun there was no protection no covering at all. The only shadow was cast by a clattering jib overhead, swaying and clanging to the twist and turn, buck and heave of the maddened monster on whose back we had perforce to ride. And not only the sun - for the vehicle itself kicked up dust and flying gravel that all but asphyxiated the unhappy passengers; we poor unfortunates who had imagined that a truck ride was so much better than road walking
-Vacancy f or a male philandropist. + 
-2.922121LEMIEILa_gNaggl. TRIPS +There are those who say that we are governed by instinct, and those who say we are governed by fear well, we knew all about the fear and we hoped, the driver had the instinct, for we were certain that he could not see the road. As the windscreen was half-way between translucent and opaque, and crossed by myriad cracks, it was obvious that he saw nothing ahead. Hence, instinct alone was guiding him and a mighty good instinct, too, as he swerved sickeningly on hairpin bends, with chams on the outer side! My! what a nightmare! Ah! but what was thisThat giraffe-like neck craned outwards from the driver's cab? So that was it! He looked __around__ the wind screenMy estimation of his instincts faded into the dust, even as my fellow passengers had faded into it, long before
-By BONA DEA+ 
-Yost Bushvalkers have known what it is to be hungry. Only a very few +Throughout the trip, Roley was as usual, very quiet - more quiet than ever. Probably thinking over some matter that meant nothing to no one, but everything to himself (hadn't made out his will, maybe). His apprentice, Luke Priddle, looked all wonder-eyed at the hillside; no doubt visualising the sacks of gold he hoped to deport from the Owens River Valley. Doug Johnston swayed on the brink of eternity; with teeth clenched tight, he held grimly to the edge of the tray, as each bounce and curve threatened to unseat him onto the racing road beneath. For a moment, he almost forgot his vengeful calculations of paying back the woman at Bright for selling him "tinned cow" in lieu of a glass of milk - ah, woe! is unto bushwalkers when civilisation hits the bush! 
-have known what it is to be genuinely short of food, and realize, as Niniao Malvin() said on his Colo trip, that food fads did not matter, what did matter was to have some kind of food in your inside, no matter what sort. But no bushvalker has known what it is to starve. Millions of people in Europe are starving, really starving.Every loaf of broad you waste means po much less wheat to send to Europe.+ 
 +The curly headed boy was cushioned on the rucsacks, unable to account for the roughness of the ride, and much distraught at not having his pipe. And then we saw the rucsacks cushioned on himGeorge Dibley seemed contented, but when we dismounted his legs were quivering as he stood behind the driver. Was it twitching muscles, or was that a contemplative look in his eye? Phil Hall was sore and sorry from his jolting on that damnable perversion of automobility, and muttering incoherent epithets about the glories of the quiet bush. 
 + 
 +Looking at them all, one would think they were really in a bad way, and I f3lt genuinely sorry for them. Yes, there stirred in my breast many manly sentiments of pity for those beings in agony - me, on the upholstered seat, in the cab beside the driver. 
 + 
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 + 
 +====Return of the Native.==== 
 + 
 +She'back! Yes, the girl with the Hannels Spur legs is on us once again! Norma Barden, returned from hitch-hiking Tasmania from north to south, and east to west. On her own admission, she hiked much more than hitched. Whathave Tassie drivers no appreciation of legs? 
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 + 
 +Anent the ditty on the title page, and yarns when night has fallen, did anyone note the looks upon the faces of the males when one female (strictly practical type) remarked, "What about the moon, anyway? It's only a light, after all." Ah, but how their faces brightened when a brown-eyed damsel cooed "What! Is there no romance in your soul? To me (sighs) a moon suggests a yacht, rippling waters and a soothing breeze...." 
 + 
 +Vacancy for a male philandropist. 
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 +====Don't Waste Bread On Your Trips.==== 
 + 
 +By Bona Dea
 + 
 +Most Bushwalkers have known what it is to be hungry. Only a very few have known what it is to be genuinely short of food, and realize, as Ninian Melville said on his Colo trip, that food fads did not matter, what did matter was to have some kind of food in your inside, no matter what sort. But no bushwalker has known what it is to starve. Millions of people in Europe are starving, really starving. Every loaf of bread you waste means so much less wheat to send to Europe. 
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 Our Shoalhaven correspondent reports that Bill Cosgrove and John Johnson are still in form. All who sallied forth on the recent hoo noes ware expedishun are now thoroughly versed in the bush bla-bla of camp-fire communism. Our Shoalhaven correspondent reports that Bill Cosgrove and John Johnson are still in form. All who sallied forth on the recent hoo noes ware expedishun are now thoroughly versed in the bush bla-bla of camp-fire communism.
-10 0..1...01.1-  + 
-UPPER SHULHAVEN +---
-By FRANK LtYDEN+ 
-"Ahat Marulan at lastWake Johno." Johno was awakened. "Time? 2 a m., Hand out the packs." +=====Upper Shoalhaven.===== 
-"Hullot Here come Clem and Peter frob up frot"The party assembled on platform. + 
-"All heroNot Where'sthe elite? The 'First-class passenger" Not in sigat+By Frank Leyden. 
-The guard blow his whistle and waved his lamp, whereupon the train started moving out from the platform. + 
-"Look', Looks There he is We're here, Billt Get out, quick'Here, grab his gear, someone!" +"Aha! Marulan at lastWake Johno." Johno was awakened. 
-"Whew! He's just made itt He'll never live this down,+ 
-.A voluble crescendo of censure was unsuccessfully parried with ineffective refmtation:hs the ten second-class and one first-class sahib bunked down on the floor of the waiting room. +"Time? 2 a m., Hand out the packs." 
-Came 6 a m a rising up and a stamping along the main street + 
-looking for a truck. An urchins screamed out "HeyYou's hikers? Dad'gain' to take yore out". So "Dad" filled the radiator and brought his timber truck out into the street. We clambered aboard and after tying on the door set forth for Inverary ParkSomewhere, we passed through a gate and followed the rough road below Cooper's farm. About-a mile across the paddocks another gate led us into the bushHere,-wo left the truck and walked some half a mile down hill to a hut by a dam. Water was procurable in the tank, and as we breakfasted we sheltered in the hut from icy wind and rain., +"Hullo! Here come Clem and Peter from up front"The party assembled on the platform. 
-That does the map say? Walk duo south for forty minutes and then + 
-duo oast until In see the Shoalhaven. We should then be able to pick the ridge 4?. loading to the junction of Norrimunga Creek. +"All hereNo! Where's the elite? The First-class passenger" Not in sight. 
-Well, first we beat it out across the paddocks, then into the timber. Johno startod'off too far to left, and then too far to right of what wasn'rigerb anyway, The country became a maze of indeterminate little ridges; it was cold and it was pouring rainThe compass succumbed to instinct, and the dictator of vIrd'ey weaved a vicious circle of confusion as Emaciation vied with Duty for the supremacy of left over right. + 
-Then a track arrived. This brought us to a gold diggings on top of a high ridgeStrange; we thought the Shoalhaven gold was in the river beds. Someone murmured, "Perched river gravels", and another muttered, "Reefs". A view opened up: below was Nerrimunga Creek in a gorge as grand and fearsome as the Upper Kowmung. As our purpose was to follow a ridge to the junction, we +The guard blew his whistle and waved his lamp, whereupon the train started moving out from the platform. 
-11. + 
-retreated north to head off the creeks, then sidled onto a north-south ridge with the Shoalhaven far below onthe eastern side. A track brought us out above the junction, but the ridge ahead seemed far too steep. Working to left, we came to a pecipitous creek. Water, and we had lunch. +"Look! Look! There he isWe're here, Bill! Get out, quickHere, grab his gear, someone!" 
-After lunch, we attacked what appeared to be the middle of three riason leading down to the junction - this ridge brought us out above everything on either handIt turned downward, and dropped with ever-increasing steepness; no more than a few yards were visible as a foreground to the depths below. But soon we found a knife-edge spur with more gradual angle; escape after all, + 
-is with no need for paraohutos,To the loft was a smooth wall of ranito out by a waterfall, whilst ahead across the creek waR a high steep ridge of talus, and to the +"Whew! He's just made it! He'll never live this down.
-right the gorge of Nerrimunga Creek, curve back into blue distance. The + 
-knife-edge itself was easy, and led all the way to the creek. +A voluble crescendo of censure was unsuccessfully parried with ineffective refutation as the ten second-class and one first-class sahib bunked down on the floor of the waiting room. 
-At last, in the solitude of the Shoalhaven v0 stopped to rest, and now relaxed on red-brown ro-cks in sunlight, enjoying the beauty and peace of + 
-the scene. Suddenly with a rustling in the bushes, two dogs appeared and a +Came 6 a.ma rising up and a stamping along the main street looking for a truck. An urchin screamed out "HeyYou's hikers? Dad'goin' to take yers out". So "Dad" filled the radiator and brought his timber truck out into the street. We clambered aboard and after tying on the door set forth for Inverary ParkSomewhere, we passed through a gate and followed the rough road below Cooper's farm. About a mile across the paddocks another gate led us into the bushHere, we left the truck and walked some half a mile down hill to a hut by a dam. Water was procurable in the tank, and as we breakfasted we sheltered in the hut from icy wind and rain. 
-bearded figure rushed out with a loaded shotgun. "Hat ahat Good dayYous blokes ain't the blokes been rustling my sheep, takint 'em across the river?" Then he saw Betty and checked himself visibly. "Oh, you're a womant"? (Blushes from Bet.). His demeanour changed under Betty's spell, he became quite affable, + 
-This was Mr. Wells, a local, and after assuring him that we +What does the map say? Walk due south for forty minutes and then due east until we see the Shoalhaven. We should then be able to pick the ridge leading to the junction of Nerrimunga Creek. 
-knew nothing of rustling sheep, we had a long yarn about local history, gold + 
-mining and the fearsome Tallong Tiger. +Well, first we beat it out across the paddocks, then into the timber. Johno started off too far to left, and then too far to right of what wasn'rightanyway. The country became a maze of indeterminate little ridges; it was cold and it was pouring rainThe compass succumbed to instinct, and the dictator of wizardry weaved a vicious circle of confusion as Emaciation vied with Duty for the supremacy of left over right. 
-A Tiger at Tallong? Yairst he'd seen the beast himselfHe'd seen its spoor along the banks; he'd seen a kangaroo, the back of which had been broken at one blow, and the body fearfully mauled. Yes, and in the end he'd seen the foreign creature in a tree, one day while mustering sheept Our suggestion of a dingo received vehement denial, as he proceeded on another tale. Yes, + 
-a story of man's evil to feillow man, and to substantiate the yarn he produced a nugget of gold from a tin In a sugar bag. It seems that he'd become interested in a gold mining venture, and took in two partners to help him work the claim+Then a track arrived. This brought us to a gold diggings on top of a high ridgeStrange; we thought the Shoalhaven gold was in the river beds. Someone murmured, "Perched river gravels", and another muttered, "Reefs". A view opened up: below was Nerrimunga Creek in a gorge as grand and fearsome as the Upper Kowmung. As our purpose was to follow a ridge to the junction, we retreated north to head off the creeks, then sidled onto a north-south ridge with the Shoalhaven far below on the eastern side. A track brought us out above the junction, but the ridge ahead seemed far too steep. Working to left, we came to a pecipitous creek. Water, and we had lunch. 
-In dead of night the two blackguards had attempted to murder their benefactor. Such ingratitude'However, he had made a timely escape by the aid of an unloaded shotgun; and the solitary nugget eerves to perpetuate his mistrust + 
-of man. +After lunch, we attacked what appeared to be the middle of three ridges leading down to the junction - this ridge brought us out above everything on either handIt turned downward, and dropped with ever-increasing steepness; no more than a few yards were visible as a foreground to the depths below. But soon we found a knife-edge spur with more gradual angle; escape after all, with no need for parachutes. To the left was a smooth wall of granite cut by a waterfall, whilst ahead across the creek was a high steep ridge of talus, and to the right the gorge of Nerrimunga Creek, curved back into blue distance. The knife-edge itself was easy, and led all the way to the creek. 
-Tillth doubting looks, we turned to go. The river was low and muddy. + 
-Following the right-hand bank, we came to Little Horseshaw Bend, where we camped for the night. +At last, in the solitude of the Shoalhaven we stopped to rest, and now relaxed on red-brown rocks in sunlight, enjoying the beauty and peace of the scene. Suddenly with a rustling in the bushes, two dogs appeared and a bearded figure rushed out with a loaded shotgun. "Ha! aha! Good dayYous blokes ain't the blokes been rustling my sheep, takin' 'em across the river?" Then he saw Betty and checked himself visibly. "Oh, you're a woman!"? (Blushes from Bet.). His demeanour changed under Betty's spell, he became quite affable
-Again we were up at six. Bacon and eggs,harmonica and "ghoul hash" for breakfast. Big Horseshoe Bend was next on the itinerary, and + 
-after a swim we went up the track on the inside ridge. +This was Mr. Wells, a local, and after assuring him that we knew nothing of rustling sheep, we had a long yarn about local history, gold mining and the fearsome Tallong Tiger. 
-This track is plain and well graded, affording easy access to + 
-this part of the Shoalhaven. Looking downstream from the top, we had a view of the upper end of the Blockup. Four miles along the track, we found the +A Tiger at Tallong? Yairs! he'd seen the beast himselfHe'd seen its spoor along the banks; he'd seen a kangaroo, the back of which had been broken at one blow, and the body fearfully mauled. Yes, and in the end he'd seen the foreign creature in a tree, one day while mustering sheep! Our suggestion of a dingo received vehement denial, as he proceeded on another tale. Yes, a story of man's evil to fellow man, and to substantiate the yarn he produced a nugget of gold from a tin in a sugar bag. It seems that he'd become interested in a gold mining venture, and took in two partners to help him work the claimIn dead of night the two blackguards had attempted to murder their benefactor. Such ingratitudeHowever, he had made a timely escape by the aid of an unloaded shotgun; and the solitary nugget serves to perpetuate his mistrust of man. 
-hut where we had breakfasted on the morning,..befcire After lunch we walked into Inveray Park, there to meet transportfor the 'eighteen miles back into 4arulan.+ 
 +With doubting looks, we turned to go. The river was low and muddy. Following the right-hand bank, we came to Little Horseshoe Bend, where we camped for the night. 
 + 
 +Again we were up at six. Bacon and eggs, harmonica and "ghoul hash" for breakfast. Big Horseshoe Bend was next on the itinerary, and after a swim we went up the track on the inside ridge. 
 + 
 +This track is plain and well graded, affording easy access to this part of the Shoalhaven. Looking downstream from the top, we had a view of the upper end of the Blockup. Four miles along the track, we found the hut where we had breakfasted on the morning before. After lunch we walked into Inveray Park, there to meet transport for the eighteen miles back into Marulan. 
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 +====Wanted.====
      
-WANT1Dg "THILf-771F BUSHWKER ANNUAL" No]. 1934. lc oJ1-0(ite the sa t. Good. price. offered. WINULLO HOUSE, SYDNEY +__"The Sydney Bushwalker Annual" No.1934.__
-K70C9 or BW5275 +
-RIVMI CANOE CLUB -. TOPOGRAPHICAL SECTION+
  
-TED.. OAYNES PHILLIPS', 39 SILVER STREET ST. KTERS convenor of the aic54.d'sectioin, advises that the following map is now available for perusal'by -those interested. +To complete the setGood price offered.
-MapjNo.35. 'Web 's Creek (Hawkesbury River) Complete tidal section +
-'Phone: 1A2667. +
-We are still hearitg of fish, reputedly a trout, given to a party +
-of five on the Geehi. How their eyes glisten when they tell us of. it, and how often", Latest estimates give its dimensions as twenty inches long, six inches deep and fifteen pounds around the girth. +
-Convulsive noises from the Committ. Room each Friday night represent nothing more than the apoplectic explosions of Joan Savage trying to knock share into aspiring stars. But we remind you: the Play Night +
-is now scheduled for May 24 _instead of May 31. Bearers of rotten eggs will be refused admission. +
-SubterfUge iS-still'athongst us, The current Walks Programme included +
-to Mt; Guouogant but impromptu variations at the start found eight fine'k6Ung bucks far from their scheduled Course, and all we have heard of Guouggang savours of blue distance. The car ride, acrOss the Megalong is reported to be comfortable.+
  
 +K.A. Handwood, Wingello House, Sydney.
 +
 +BW7009 or BW5275
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 +====River Canoe Club - Topographical Section.====
 +
 +Mr. Ted. Caines Phillips, 39 Silver Street St. Peters convenor of the above section, advises that the following map is now available for perusal by those interested.
 +
 +Map No.35. Webb's Creek (Hawkesbury River) - Complete tidal section
 +
 +'Phone: LA2667.
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 +We are still hearing of fish, reputedly a trout, given to a party of five on the Geehi. How their eyes glisten when they tell us of it, and how often! Latest estimates give its dimensions as twenty inches long, six inches deep and fifteen pounds around the girth.
 +
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 +Convulsive noises from the Committ. Room each Friday night represent nothing more than the apoplectic explosions of Joan Savage trying to knock shape into aspiring stars. But we remind you: the Play Night is now scheduled for May 24 instead of May 31. Bearers of rotten eggs will be refused admission.
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 +Subterfuge is still amongst us. The current Walks Programme included a walk to Mt. Guouogang but impromptu variations at the start found eight fine young bucks far from their scheduled course, and all we have heard of Guouogang savours of blue distance. The car ride, across the Megalong is reported to be comfortable.
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