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 On Saturday morning the weather did its dismal best to dampen spirits, but gave up the unequal struggle in the early afternoon so that when the main body stepped off the train at Glenbrook a fine autumn afternoon greeted them. They were soon out to Euroka Clearing, the apprehension felt by some on hearing gun-shots en route being soon allayed when they discovered the early arrivals were only letting off a salvo of bungers.
-Camps were soon established, the slum down by the creek being occupied by the stinking workers (mostly juvenile), while the privileged non-stinkers, presided over by the President and his Lady, occupied the high ground on the ridge above. Here the reporter and press photograrher were also domiciled. The remainder of the afternoon was spent fraternising. Soon cooking fires were being lit and dinner was eaten to the accompaniment of sparklers with the soup, crackers with the chops, volcanoes with the vegetables, not to mention red sodden remnants of rockets in the drinking water.
+Camps were soon established, the slum down by the creek being occupied by the stinking workers (mostly juvenile), while the privileged non-stinkers, presided over by the President and his Lady, occupied the high ground on the ridge above. Here the reporter and press photographer were also domiciled. The remainder of the afternoon was spent fraternising. Soon cooking fires were being lit and dinner was eaten to the accompaniment of sparklers with the soup, crackers with the chops, volcanoes with the vegetables, not to mention red sodden remnants of rockets in the drinking water.
-The camp fire was lit soon after 7 and Jim gave his instructional talk on camperaft to a quiet audience. Then the fireworks were turned on and peace vanished. Near at hand bungers banged, crackers cracked, Tom Thumbs spluttered, pin wheels whirled, volcanoes belched forth fire and smoke, other things too numerous to mention jumped and whirred and spat like wild cats in a Satanic atmosphere of fire and brimstone, while from a high hill station rockets roared up from the ground carrying their trail of sparks into the hollow dark.
+The camp fire was lit soon after 7 and Jim gave his instructional talk on campcraft to a quiet audience. Then the fireworks were turned on and peace vanished. Near at hand bungers banged, crackers cracked, Tom Thumbs spluttered, pin wheels whirled, volcanoes belched forth fire and smoke, other things too numerous to mention jumped and whirred and spat like wild cats in a Satanic atmosphere of fire and brimstone, while from a high hill station rockets roared up from the ground carrying their trail of sparks into the hollow dark.
 Down by the river a distraught cow, separated from her calf, had been giving voice to heart-rending bellows throughout the night. This caused some concern to those who thought themselves light sleepers, but after the cracker orgy there were no further complaints about the cow.
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 Don thanks us warmly, say "Goodbye", Tom opens up the door\\
 And Malcolm with one well placed kick most skilfully directed\\
-Conneets with Donald's derrier and Donald is ejected.
+Connects with Donald's derrier and Donald is ejected.
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-__What oes on?__ They tell me John Bookluck carried an iron stool five miles through the scrub just to sit on it to have lunch.
+__What goes on?__ They tell me John Bookluck carried an iron stool five miles through the scrub just to sit on it to have lunch.
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 After a beautiful fine day on Mt. Avalanche we made for the West Coast and the glaciers in once more declining weather. February 23rd saw us at the Franz Joseph Glacier where we had a wonderful time cramponing around on the glacier in drizzling rain. A proposed trip to one of the huts further up the glacier was frustrated by the weather so we went down to the Fox Glacier where, to our surprise, we found Frank Cooper (Sydney Catholic Bushwalkers) was Guide. The weather cleared on Saturday afternoon so Val and I dressed on up as far as we could and made about 2 miles, of a quarter its length, before we had to turn back. The next day was clear and cloudless so we went out to Lake Matherson for the famous views of Cook and Tasman, about 12,000 feet.
-It was with great reluctance we now turned north, having already overstayed our allotted time. We stopped off at the Zeremakau River, near Greymouth, to hunt for Greenstone, then on up to Punakaiki to see the Pancake Rocks of layered limestine. We spent a good part of that night investigating the Limestone Caves at Fox River. We also spent part of the next day there and investigated several new passages. One we were in was a sort of middle layer with 90 odd feet to the river below and some 60 to 80 ft. to the roof above. Quite a cavern!
+It was with great reluctance we now turned north, having already overstayed our allotted time. We stopped off at the Zeremakau River, near Greymouth, to hunt for Greenstone, then on up to Punakaiki to see the Pancake Rocks of layered limestone. We spent a good part of that night investigating the Limestone Caves at Fox River. We also spent part of the next day there and investigated several new passages. One we were in was a sort of middle layer with 90 odd feet to the river below and some 60 to 80 ft. to the roof above. Quite a cavern!
 Unable to dilly-dally as much as we would have liked we went on to Westport, thence via Buller Gorge to Nelson. A day or two here then on to Picton with a trip on the Sounds. From Picton we came down the east coast to Christchurch once more, arriving 9th March. Here I am now working and more or less set up for winter. I have joined the C.T.C. (Christchurch Tramping Club) and have so far been on a trip to Dalthorpe and Selwyn River, one up to Mt. Hamilton on the Craigeburn Range, which trip we finished by investigating a cave near Castle Hill Station, and one trip to Pigeon Bay on the Banks Peninsular. I also wandered out to Sumner to have a look at some volcanic caves there, and on another occasion went on a conducted bus tour of the Cashmere Hills and part of the City. Easter should see us up at Harper's Pass and after that - well, wait and see.
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-=== A Litle Bull Goes A Long Way. ===
+=== A Little Bull Goes A Long Way. ===
 [Cartoon of Geof Wagg and cow saying moo to each other]
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-.  An SPECIFICATIONS FOR CLUB ROOM.'
+===== Specification For Club Room. =====
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-The following specifications are regarded as being almost 'Ideal" and not a rigid set of positive requirements:-
+The following specifications are regarded as being almost "Ideal" and not a rigid set of positive requirements:-
-. Size of roam to be approx. 60ft. x 30ft., with seating for about 100 people, and toilet facilities (roam should NOT be too long and narrow).
-,2. A room suitable for Committee purposes to be available one
+  - Size of room to be approx. 60ft. x 30ft., with seating for about 100 people, and toilet facilities (room should NOT be too long and narrow).
-evening each month (size approximately 14ft. x 12 ft.).
+  - A room suitable for Committee purposes to be available one evening each month (size approximately 14 ft. x 12 ft.).
-. Room to be situated in City block or inner suburbs.
+  - Room to be situated in City block or inner suburbs.
-. Storage space required for Club records and equipment - either permission to leave on the premises two steol-built cabinets (and preferably the Library cabinet), or access to equivalent built in cupboard space.
+  - Storage space required for Club records and equipment - either permission to leave on the premises two steel-built cabinets (and preferably the Library cabinet), or access to equivalent built in cupboard space.
-. The rental to be approximately the same as for present rooms (25/- per evening).
+  - The rental to be approximately the same as for present rooms (25/- per evening).
-. The premises to be clean and of reasonable appearance.
+  - The premises to be clean and of reasonable appearance.
-. Nights available - no decision in tas respect. Officially the Clubls meeting night is Friday, but this matter to be discussed if Club Rooms suitable in other respects can be located.
+  - Nights available - no decision in this respect. Officially the Club's meeting night is Friday, but this matter to be discussed if Club Rooms suitable in other respects can be located.
-NIAMINIMIMINIIIMONIMOIMml MIS
-THE A. E. M.
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-Key. Ardill.
-First, I should warn you that the following few remarks are not intended to be facetious but are tendered in a most serious vein. After diligent research I have at last a solution to one or more of the chief hazards of bushwalking; I refer specifically to the food 9ituation.
+===== The A. E. M. =====
-Most walkers, especially an long trips, find that carrying the food is not half as much trouble as working out a satisfactory rood list beforehand. How often have we found ourselves chewing the last day's provisions on the second last day of a trip, or worse still, found our pack contains about five pounds of dried veg. as we return to full and plenty.
-The solution is so obvious that I'm amazed it has not been Produced before. For your approval I introduce the Ardill Edible Map. The A.E.M. comes to you in an attractive range of flavours and sizes. The utility A.E.M. is printed on the best rice paper. An innovation that should please the vego's is that all contour lines are of the finest spinach and beetroot juices.
+- Kev. Ardill.
-.
-Without elaborating, a little thought will show the advantages of the A.E.M. You literally eat your way across the map of the country you wish to traverse. If you are a fast walker you probably
+First, I should warn you that the following few remarks are not intended to be facetious but are tendered in a most serious vein. After diligent research I have at last a solution to one or more of the chief hazards of bushwalking; I refer specifically to the food situation.
- need more food. The faster you walk, the more ground you cover, the more map food at your disposal. Slow walkers not expending so much energy will be satisfied with a small helping of nap, or else equip themselves with the super A.E.M. One inch thick, this edition is . fortified with vitamins A, B, C, D and Z., with 0.P. rum additive. ,Our motto: "A lot goes a little way".
-Last -holiday weekend a tarty of walkers (I nearly said bushwalk-
+Most walkers, especially an long trips, find that carrying the food is not half as much trouble as working out a satisfactory food list beforehand. How often have we found ourselves chewing the last day's provisions on the second last day of a trip, or worse still, found our pack contains about five pounds of dried veg. as we return to full and plenty.
-a
-ers) were lost on the Cox, They sat down on one spot and waited until they were found. A great deal of trouble and expense would have been saved if this party had been equipped with the Ardill Edible Map (A.E.M.). You can't afford to squat. On the principle of only eating the portion of the map traversed the lost ones would necessarily have kept walking to keep eating, and doubtless would have reamed themselves.
+The solution is so obvious that I'm amazed it has not been produced before. For your approval I introduce the Ardill Edible Map. The A.E.M. comes to you in an attractive range of flavours and sizes. The utility A.E.M. is printed on the best rice paper. An innovation that should please the vego's is that all contour lines are of the finest spinach and beetroot juices.
+Without elaborating, a little thought will show the advantages of the A.E.M. You literally eat your way across the map of the country you wish to traverse. If you are a fast walker you probably need more food. The faster you walk, the more ground you cover, the more map food at your disposal. Slow walkers not expending so much energy will be satisfied with a small helping of map, or else equip themselves with the super A.E.M. One inch thick, this edition is fortified with vitamins A, B, C, D and Z., with 0.P. rum additive. Our motto: "A lot goes a little way".
+Last holiday weekend a party of walkers (I nearly said bushwalkers) were lost on the Cox. They sat down on one spot and waited until they were found. A great deal of trouble and expense would have been saved if this party had been equipped with the Ardill Edible Map (A.E.M.). You can't afford to squat. On the principle of only eating the portion of the map traversed the lost ones would necessarily have kept walking to keep eating, and doubtless would have rescued themselves.
 To walkers contemplating round trips we suggest our circular job, and for spinebashers a special map with built-in extra meals.
-One problem that may occur is that a party. of A.E.M. rations may wish to retrace their steps, That is something that would need to be brought up later. Safe walking boys and girls.
-FOR. EVERY MEAL
+One problem that may occur is that a party of A.E.M. rations may wish to retrace their steps. That is something that would need to be brought up later. Safe walking boys and girls.
-ON THE BUSH1NALKER!S WINTER MENU
-THERE ARE TASTY
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-VEGETARIAN FOODS
-WHEATMEAL PORRIDGE, GRANOLA (A ready cooked breakfast food), DRIED APRICOTS, PRUNES.
+=== The Sanitarium Health Food Shop. ===
-WHEATMEAL BISCUITS, MARMITE, "BETTA" PEANUT BUTTER, WALTHAM RAISINS, DATES, DRIED PIGS.
-NUTMEAT, CANADIAN WONDER BEANS (thickened with onions), DRIED APPLES, NECTARINES and PEACHES.
+For every meal on the bushwalker's winter menu there are tasty vegetarian foods.
-FOR BREAKFAST:
-FOR LUNCH:
+__For breakfast__: Wheatmeal porridge, granola (a ready cooked breakfast food), dried apricots, prunes.
-FOR DINNER:
-FOR IN-BETWEEN SNACKS: NUTS, PURE FRUIT NOUGATS. FROM
+__For lunch__: Wheatmeal biscuits, marmite, "Betta" peanut butter, Waltham raisins, dated, dried figs.
-THE SANITARIUM HEALTH FOOD H 0 P
-HUNTER STREETSYDNEY.
+__For dinner__: Nutmeat, Canadian Wonder Beans (thickened with onions), dried apples, nectarines and peaches.
-WAPTNIMM MAW ft.......m. ralaalwousl..
-.
+__For in-between snacks__: nuts, pure fruit nougats.
-EASTER PARADE (Cont'd.)
-- Jim Brown, PART II. TEST. WALK.
+From...
-A fine morning soon clouded over - the influence of yon
-eircled moon, so the old salts averred - as we followed the creek up another mile or so and climbed out on a ridge. The spur bent northeast instead of north-west, which wasn't so good, but an hour through the scrub brought us to a broad dirt road, which doesn't appear on any known map, but heads generally towards Tomat Creek.
+The Sanitarium Health Food Shop.
-By this time rain was threatening, but were we downcast? The Laird singing group struck up and before long we were on to the theme song of the trip.... because Jill Matthews wanted to learn the words of Green Grow the Rushes" we heard it seven times that day, and was it five or six times (?) on Monday. Donning capes in a drizzle, we sang our way to the head of Tomat Creek, where a sawmilling colony has changed the scene in recent years.
-The plan was to lunch and wander around at Bindook, but When we came to 12.30, with the road reaching out up another hill, there were rumblings of mutiny and even more urgent rumblings from inner men all along the line*, sb-we stopped at a'little creek, stoked Up between thin- showern and finally cane down the hill to Bindook's green paddocks 1.n a soft rain
+Hunter Street, Sydney.
-There was clearly no future for the photographers in the mist, but we decided on a quick sprint down to the rim of the Chasm, which proved to be quite a considerable hole in the ground, slightly reminiscent of Kanangra, but without the grand distant views. Some "of the party talked about a return to try to descend to the valley at a later date.
-The way out was to be via the dotted line shown as Bill Cosgrove's track. Perhaps we should have had the redoubtable Bill along to give us some clues, but in his absence we set a compass course about north east through fairly open forest. At 4.15, topping a low spur, we cpuld see ahead shallow sandstone cliffs: they were perhaps a mile away, and the timbered ridge above them was the northern skyline, with mists draped over it. We drew the conclusion that this was the northern side of Red Coats Creek, which leads up to Barrallier's Pass, and our target for the night. Perhaps it was,perhaps we were wrong, and it's doubtful if we'll ever know. The valley, when we came to it, was dense with ti tree scrub and so narrow that we were through and up to the low cliffs before questions began to frame themselves in our minds. So we topped the low scarp, and walked along it a while. To the north the plateau seemed extensive, which rather confirmed our opinion that this was Red Coats Valley, and we went back into it. Past five p m., suitable camp spots, but no water: pushing through saturated ti tree wasn't entirely good clean fun.
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-With the light failing and the valley narrowing again, we came to practically impenetrable scrub, so we climbed back out, this time on the south side. Here EriesPegram and Adcock, scouting on the flank,
-.
+===== Easter Parade (Cont'd.) - Part II. Test Walk. =====
-IF YOU ARE GOING PLACES CONTACT
-SCENIC MOTOR TOURS,
+- Jim Brown
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-=MI=
+A fine morning soon clouded over - the influence of yon circled moon, so the old salts averred - as we followed the creek up another mile or so and climbed out on a ridge. The spur bent north-east instead of north-west, which wasn't so good, but an hour through the scrub brought us to a broad dirt road, which doesn't appear on any known map, but heads generally towards Tomat Creek.
-DAILY TOURS BY PARLOR COACH. TO TEE WORLD FAMOUS JENOLAN CAVES AND ALL BLUE MOUNTAIN SIGHTS,
-TRANSPORT BY COACHES FOR PARTS OF BUSH- WALKERS TO KANANGRA WALLS, GINKIN OR OTHER SUITABLE POINTS BY ARRANGEMENT.
+By this time rain was threatening, but were we downcast? The Laird singing group struck up and before long we were on to the theme song of the trip... because Jill Matthews wanted to learn the words of "Green Grow the Rushes" we heard it seven times that day, and was it five or six times (?) on Monday. Donning capes in a drizzle, we sang our way to the head of Tomat Creek, where a sawmilling colony has changed the scene in recent years.
-FOR ALL INF CRIVIP.T ION
-WRITE TO P.O. BOX 60, KATOOMBA TELEPHONE 609 KATOOMBA.
+The plan was to lunch and wander around at Bindook, but when we came to 12.30, with the road reaching out up another hill, there were rumblings of mutiny and even more urgent rumblings from inner men all along the line, so we stopped at a little creek, stoked up between thin showers and finally came down the hill to Bindook's green paddocks in a soft rain.
-came on a chain of rock pools nicely filled by the day's rain, and in the last glimmers of a grey evening we hastily carped on a scarp looking back towards Bindook. There was just enough earth and moss on the flat rocks behind the pools to take a tent peg, and we were shockingly exposed to the South-west, but what wind there was breathed from the ESE. We were surprisingly comfortable,all things considered, and even wandered round from fire to fire in a kind of misty, smoky fog, drying off clothes and gear soaked by our passage through dripping vegetation. This intended "lolly" day had become quite a fair slug, and we had ended - somewhere west of Nyanga Heights and south of Red Coats Creek, with grave suspicions that Monday was going to be even less lolly-like.
-Eight o'clock was again decreed starting time for Monday, and
+There was clearly no future for the photographers in the mist, but we decided on a quick sprint down to the rim of the Chasm, which proved to be quite a considerable hole in the ground, slightly reminiscent of Kanangra, but without the grand distant views. Some of the party talked about a return to try to descend to the valley at a later date.
-we actually moved off at 8.10. In the dreary dawning someone discovered an empty whisky bottle outside Frank Ashdown's tent, which promptQd Frank to chant liWhisky for My Johnny", and tent-fellow Johnny Bookluck to declare his innocence.
-We shan't dwell on the rather grim morning of Monday, while we scrub-shoved across Nyanga Heights, looking for the point where Barrallier Pass goes over to the east. We didn't find it, and presently, passing through some swamps Which could have been the extreme top of Red Coats Valley, we crossed the spur and dropped down into a ferny glen which may have been Barrallier's Creek. At this stage we were unable to tie in anything with the map, save that we were going generally east, and a glimpse of cleared land could be seen ahead. Its just possible we came down Myanga Creek but, if so, that's just as hard to reconcile with the sketch map. Of course, with visibility
+The way out was to be via the dotted line shown as Bill Cosgrove's track. Perhaps we should have had the redoubtable Bill along to give us some clues, but in his absence we set a compass course about north east through fairly open forest. At 4.15, topping a low spur, we could see ahead shallow sandstone cliffs: they were perhaps a mile away, and the timbered ridge above them was the northern skyline, with mists draped over it. We drew the conclusion that this was the northern side of Red Coats Creek, which leads up to Barrallier's Pass, and our target for the night. Perhaps it was, perhaps we were wrong, and it's doubtful if we'll ever know. The valley, when we came to it, was dense with ti tree scrub and so narrow that we were through and up to the low cliffs before questions began to frame themselves in our minds. So we topped the low scarp, and walked along it a while. To the north the plateau seemed extensive, which rather confirmed our opinion that this was Red Coats Valley, and we went back into it. Past five p.m., suitable camp spots, but no water: pushing through saturated ti tree wasn't entirely good clean fun.
-of only a few hundred yards, it's easy to draw wrong conclusions.
-Finally we came out on the road about a mile south of Oolong Station,
+With the light failing and the valley narrowing again, we came to practically impenetrable scrub, so we climbed back out, this time on the south side. Here Erics Pegram and Adcock, scouting on the flank, came on a chain of rock pools nicely filled by the day's rain, and in the last glimmers of a grey evening we hastily camped on a scarp looking back towards Bindook. There was just enough earth and moss on the flat rocks behind the pools to take a tent peg, and we were shockingly exposed to the South-west, but what wind there was breathed from the ESE. We were surprisingly comfortable, all things considered, and even wandered round from fire to fire in a kind of misty, smoky fog, drying off clothes and gear soaked by our passage through dripping vegetation. This intended "lolly" day had become quite a fair slug, and we had ended - somewhere west of Nyanga Heights and south of Red Coats Creek, with grave suspicions that Monday was going to be even less lolly-like.
-declared no luncheon halt, but ten minutes for a snack, and then
-.
+Eight o'clock was again decreed starting time for Monday, and we actually moved off at 8.10. In the dreary dawning someone discovered an empty whisky bottle outside Frank Ashdown's tent, which prompted Frank to chant "Whisky for My Johnny", and tent-fellow Johnny Bookluck to declare his innocence.
-Proceeded to bash it out along the Colong Stock Route.
-The original notion of going over the Coal Seam Gap into-Yerranderie was abandoned. ine would almost certainly travel slowly, and in the misty conditions may have to grope around to find the saddle, and miss the 2.0 p m. (only) bus. On the road the strongest 'mad stride along and detain the bus at the junction 3 miles east of Yerranderie. 41t first, however, I couldn't even reconcile the road with five-yearsold-memories and the nap, but we persevered, with the cloud lifting, falling into little groups which made their own time.
+We shan't dwell on the rather grim morning of Monday, while we scrub-shoved across Nyanga Heights, looking for the point where Barrallier Pass goes over to the east. We didn't find it, and presently, passing through some swamps which could have been the extreme top of Red Coats Valley, we crossed the spur and dropped down into a ferny glen which may have been Barrallier's Creek. At this stage we were unable to tie in anything with the map, save that we were going generally east, and a glimpse of cleared land could be seen ahead. Its just possible we came down Myanga Creek but, if so, that's just as hard to reconcile with the sketch map. Of course, with visibility of only a few hundred yards, it's easy to draw wrong conclusions. Finally we came out on the road about a mile south of Colong Station, declared no luncheon halt, but ten minutes for a snack, and then proceeded to bash it out along the Colong Stock Route.
-.)
-The more rugged ones came to the road junction about ten minutes before the 'bus. As your reporter approached, we saw the bus vanish down the road, and found Vval McKenzie waiting for us to report that eleven of the party had managed to wedge aboard: that was just about capacity loading. The driver had promised to return, but wouldn't be able to make it before about 8.30. If we could organise other transport, we were to 'phone a number in Camden. As we discussed this, the rest of the party - now 19 - assembled. The last arrived only ten minutes or so after the going of the 'bus - a valiant bid by some who had thrashed it out along that hilly road ("some come a-limping and some come a-lame") at the end of six hours steady going.
+The original notion of going over the Coal Seam Gap into Yerranderie was abandoned. We would almost certainly travel slowly, and in the misty conditions may have to grope around to find the saddle, and miss the 2.0 p.m. (only) bus. On the road the strongest could stride along and detain the bus at the junction 3 miles east of Yerranderie. At first, however, I couldn't even reconcile the road with five-years-old-memories and the map, but we persevered, with the cloud lifting, falling into little groups which made their own time.
-The adjacent farm was deserted for the day, so 11Digby11 Rigby and I walked two miles down the hill to the next property, to find that Yerranderie exchange was closed and wouldn't answer. Thee might be a truck for hire in the town, they told us. So Frank and I_started back to join the Party, and as we neared the junction, Frank managed a hitch an a utility up to Yerranderie town to snatch two middies at the pub, to find the post office quite shut down and no transport offering. At about five o'clock he rejoined us at the road junction, and we resigned ourselves to wait for the return of the 'bus - Provided it would return.
-I think I would have felt thoroughly depressed then if it hadn't been for the temper of the party. To a man (or woman) they behaved as I like to think our people always do - in high spirits, showing inuch consideration for each other, with no carping or Whinging. They brewed tea, and sang (including the twelfth rendition of Green Grow"
+The more rugged ones came to the road junction about ten minutes before the 'bus. As your reporter approached, we saw the bus vanish down the road, and found Wal McKenzie waiting for us to report that eleven of the party had managed to wedge aboard: that was just about capacity loading. The driver had promised to return, but wouldn't be able to make it before about 8.30. If we could organise other transport, we were to 'phone a number in Camden. As we discussed this, the rest of the party - now 19 - assembled. The last arrived only ten minutes or so after the going of the 'bus - a valiant bid by some who had thrashed it out along that hilly road ("some come a-limping and some come a-lame") at the end of six hours steady going.
-, how appropriate the words "eleven for the eleven who went to Heaven!)
-P
+The adjacent farm was deserted for the day, so "Digby" Rigby and I walked two miles down the hill to the next property, to find that Yerranderie exchange was closed and wouldn't answer. There might be a truck for hire in the town, they told us. So Frank and I started back to join the party, and as we neared the junction, Frank managed a hitch on a utility up to Yerranderie town to snatch two middies at the pub, to find the post office quite shut down and no transport offering. At about five o'clock he rejoined us at the road junction, and we resigned ourselves to wait for the return of the 'bus - provided it would return.
-In the last light, a truck came up to the gate of the nearby farm, and the driver gave us a message - there was a bus on the way for us, he didn't know just when - but there was a 'bus. We started to organise tea from the sundry left-overs, a bit of cheese here, some rice there, flour which Sheila made up into a very reasonable damper, a stew of dried veg. for the Bruggy crew. I ate the sardines whidh
-.111z and anxiety had prevented me having at lunch.
+I think I would have felt thoroughly depressed then if it hadn't been for the temper of the party. To a man (or woman) they behaved as I like to think our people always do - in high spirits, showing much consideration for each other, with no carping or whinging. They brewed tea, and sang (including the twelfth rendition of "Green Grow" - how appropriate the words "eleven for the eleven who went to Heaven!")
-Happily we had miscalculated. We'd fixed 7.30 as the best Possible time to expect the 'bus, but it rolled in at 6.40. The stew went into the fire, tents were Whipped down, fires doused, and in ten minutes we were aboard, and singing again as the bus sped down the woeful road to the valley, and along between the moonlit cliffs. What did we sing? - a host of things, but I remember much Gilbert and
-PHOTOGRAPHY ! t
+In the last light, a truck came up to the gate of the nearby farm, and the driver gave us a message - there was a bus on the way for us, he didn't know just when - but there was a 'bus. We started to organise tea from the sundry left-overs, a bit of cheese here, some rice there, flour which Sheila made up into a very reasonable damper, a stew of dried veg. for the Bruggy crew. I ate the sardines which time and anxiety had prevented me having at lunch.
-You press the button, wefll do the rest
-Finegrain
+Happily we had miscalculated. We'd fixed 7.30 as the best possible time to expect the 'bus, but it rolled in at 6.40. The stew went into the fire, tents were whipped down, fires doused, and in ten minutes we were aboard, and singing again as the bus sped down the woeful road to the valley, and along between the moonlit cliffs. What did we sing? - a host of things, but I remember much Gilbert and Sullivan, and, naturally, "Green Grow". It looked as though we would just miss the 8.42 train from Camden, but the driver, learning this, sped an through and overtook the train near Narellan: someone - I think Frank Burt - hustled across and held the train while I paid off the bus driver and we swarmed aboard with our packs. The conductor came through and said something about tickets. We all produced cash, and he vanished suddenly - we finally settled the business and made honest travellers of ourselves at Liverpool, buying excesses from  Narellan at the barrier, and single-journey tickets to our city destinations at the booking window.
-Developing
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+One might have expected the crowd to become silent and droopy in the local train between Campbelltown and Liverpool, but instead everyone was on the alert, and there were boisterous moments when someone snatched Rigby's hat (the only thing concealing his shame, his untidy thatch). He bought it back from Elsie Bruggy at the cost of one of his hoarded cigarettes, with Isabel Wilkie acting as intermediary, since the contracting parties couldn't trust one another. Even in the electric train there were quite vociferous farewells as each member flaked off at his station...
-Prints
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+And our advance party? Well, they had worked the oracle. Seeing an empty bus heading towards the valley, they had virtually commandeered it, with Kevin Ardill giving detailed instructions about picking us up. He had then 'phoned through from Camden to the Hotel at Upper Burragorang in hopes that a message could be sent on to us... which had been done. Incidentally, the cost of the 'phone call, including opening fee, was 3/11d. As this is directly chargeable to the cost of the journey, it looks as though I make a profit of one penny. What's more, I'm going to keep it as a souvenir of a trip which could have been difficult to lead, but was really very pleasant because the crowd as such a happy one... souvenir of Easter Parade, 1954.
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-Sullivan, and, naturally, "Green Grow". It looked as though we wculd just miss the 8.42 train from Camden, but the driver, learning this, sped an through and overtook the train near Narellan: someone - I think Foank Burt - hustled across and held the train While I paid off the bus driver and we swarmed aboard with our packs. The conductor came through and said something about tickets. We all produced cashs, and he vanished suddenly - we finally settled the business and made'
-honest travellers of ourselves at Liverpool, buying excesses from
+For all information, write to P.O. Box 60, Katoomba. Telephone 60, Katoomba.
-Narellan at the barrier, and single-journey tickets to our city 0 destinations at the booking window.
-One might have expected the crowd to become silent and droopy in the local train between Camobelltown and Liverpool, but instead
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-everyone was on the alert, and there were boisterous moments when someone snatched Rigbyts hat (the only thing concealing his sham,
-his untidy thatch). He bought it back from Elsie Bruggy at the cost
+=== Photography!?!?! ===
-of one of his hoarded cigarettes, with Isabel Wilkie acting as intermediary, since the contracting parties couldn't trust one another.
-Even in the electric train there were quite vociferous farewells as each member flaked off at his station,
+You press the button, we'll do the rest!
-And our advance party? Well, they had worked the oracle. Seeing an empty bus heading towards the valley, they had virtually commandeered it, with Kevin Ardill giving detailed instructions about picking us
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-up. He had then 'phoned through from Camden to the Hotel at Upper Burragorang in hopes that a message could be sent on to us.... Which had been done. Incidentally, the cost of the 'phone call, including opening fee, was 3/11d. As this is directly chargeable to the cost of the journey, it looks as though I make a profit of one penny. What's more, I'm going to keep it as a souvenir of a trip which could have been difficult to lead, but was really very pleasant because the crowd as such a happy one  souvenir of Easter Parade, 1954.
-FEDERATION NOTES - MAY MEETING.
+Leica Photo Service.
-- Allen A, Strom.
-THE QUESTIONNAIRE prepared by Vice-President Lionel Fleming on matters =Trig from the Annual Camp was presented to Council. Brian Harvey has a number of these  he would appreciate members approaching him for a copy.
+Macquarie Place, Sydney, N.S.W.
-FIRES LEFT BURNING ON THE COX 'S RIVER over the Easter Weekend was the -67abject of a-1-6767er DUETIshed in-"The Sydney Morning Heraldn on April 26th. The letter was written by the Secretary of Federation.
-GANGERANG MOUNTAIN MAP: Since this map has been printed, the Royalty due to Pri77-1777-77-77nphy has been passed on to the Federation. A letter will be written to Messrs. Dunphy and Pallin thanking them for the service they have given to Bushwalking in having the map produced and printed and certain sums of money made available to Federation
+----
-INSURANCE OF BUSHWALKEFS taking part in official searches was discussed 7-77-1Dfaced 1Sefor6-76-Feration was passed on to the Search and Rescue Section for an expression of opinion. ,
-HONORARY TREASURER: This position will be vacant after June 30th. There a vo =ger in the house?
+===== Federation Notes - May Meeting. =====
-SEARCH AND RESCUE REPORT: Direct report on the Easter Search will be
-manFt the June meeting. However, arising from the search, a number cif matters have been discussed amongst S R personnel, and with the 0lice. These include.... communications and transport, control of searches, air-ground communications, standardisation of maps, signall-
+- Allen A. Strom.
-ing, return of search parties, recruitment and reimbursement. Some decisions on these matters is expected to be arrived at. Next wactice
-weekend..... September 18/19th at Green Gully (Canon's). There will be an attempt to obtain police and radio co-operation.
+__The Questionnaire__ prepared by Vice-President Lionel Fleming on matters arising from the Annual Camp was presented to Council. Brian Harvey has a number of these... he would appreciate members approaching him for a copy.
-BUNGONIA GORGE: Letters written to the Secretary of the CanberraXY751n7=and the Secretary of the Bungonia Caves Reserve Trust seek-
-ing assistance in saving the Gorge as a National Monument. The Canberra Alpine Club has agreed with the proposals. .  '
+__Fires left burning on the Cox's River__ over the Easter Weekend was the subject of a letter published in "The Sydney Morning Herald" on April 26th. The letter was written by the Secretary of Federation.
-BARREN GROUNDS: The Chief Secretary has approved the dedication of the Darren Mands as a Faunal ReSerVe. Theqpropos alnow goes to the Department of'
-Lands for approvql.
+__Gangerang Mountain map:__ Since this map has been printed, the Royalty due to Mr. Myles Dunphy has been passed on to the Federation. A letter will be written to Messrs. Dunphy and Pallin thanking them for the service they have given to Bushwalking in having the map produced and printed and certain sums of money made available to Federation.
-.
-MORTON PRIMITIVE RESERVE: The Trust of the Reserve has unanimously Fgr7gd 17777 -over the administration of the Morton to the Fauna Protection Panel as a Faunal Reserve. Meanwhile certain preliminaries are being investigated.
+__Insurance of bushwalkers__ taking part in official searches was discussed. A plan placed before Federation was passed on to the Search and Rescue Section for an expression of opinion.
-PROHIBITION OF SALE OF SCME WILDFLOWERS: After discussions with the UTiernment-rotaniFt, the si-57671777761 arranged by the N.S.W. Rangers' Patrol has asked the Dept. of Local Government to ban the sale of the* following wildflowers during 1954/5
-Native Rose; Bcronias floribunda, ledifolia, pinnata;
+__Honorary Treasurer:__ This position will be vacant after June 30th. Is there a volunteer in the house?
-both Giant Lilies;- all three Christmas Bells; two
-Rock Lilies; Wax Flowers.
+__Search and Rescue report:__ Direct report on the Easter Search will be made at the June meeting. However, arising from the search, a number of matters have been discussed amongst S R personnel, and with the police. These include.... communications and transport, control of searches, air-ground communications, standardisation of maps, signalling, return of search parties, recruitment and reimbursement. Some decisions on these matters is expected to be arrived at. Next practice weekend... September 18/19th at Green Gully (Carlon's). There will be an attempt to obtain police and radio co-operation.
-BARRINGTCN: (a) A letter to the Chief Guardian of Fauna enclosing the proposal for a Faunal Reserve in the Barrington Area. There has been a further discussion with Mr. F.J. Griffiths on the matter.
-(b) Letter to the Barrington Club asking for information about their proposal fcr a National Park and submitting ours.
+__Bungonia Gorge:__ Letters written to the Secretary of the Canberra Alpine Club and the Secretary of the Bungonia Caves Reserve Trust seeking assistance in saving the Gorge as a National Monument. The Canberra Alpine Club has agreed with the proposals.
-USE AND TOF FAUNAL RESERVES: A long discussion has been held ME-the-Unef Guardian of Faunaon these matters. The attitude of the Walking Movement was submitted to him.
-Mr. J.R. Kinghorn, Ornithologist to the Australian Museum will deliver a lecture on 'Protecting Our Birdst; at the Museum, College Street, on Thursday, June 24th, at 8 p m. Admission free.
+__Barren Grounds:__ The Chief Secretary has approved the dedication of the Barren Grounds as a Faunal Reserve. The proposal now goes to the Department of Lands for approval.
-Queenslanders interested in the National Park Movement are cammencing an appeal for a memorial to Arthur Groom. The Federation will obtain information about the form of the memorial with a view to assisting the appeal.
-Visits to areas of interest ....
+__Morton Primitive Reserve:__ The Trust of the Reserve has unanimously agreed to hand over the administration of the Morton to the Fauna Protection Panel as a Faunal Reserve. Meanwhile certain preliminaries are being investigated.
-June 26th, 27th, 28th: Beecroft Peninsula,
-Tolwong Area over Queen's Birthday Weekend .. Ettrema Area. Kariong Park Proposal: Tune 18th, 19th, 20th. Budderoo-Barren Grounds: July 16th, 17th, 18th.
+__Prohibition on the sale of some wildflowers:__ After discussions with the Government botanist, the special panel arranged by the N.S.W. Rangers' Patrol has asked the Dept. of Local Government to ban the sale of the following wildflowers during 1954/5: Native Rose; Boronias floribunda, ledifolia, pinnata; both Giant Lilies; all three Christmas Bells; two Rock Lilies; Wax Flowers.
-Bouddi Natural Park: Work Party on July 2nd, 3rd, 4th. Assistance is urgently required for some track rehabilitation work.
+__Barrington:__ (a) A letter to the Chief Guardian of Fauna enclosing the proposal for a Faunal Reserve in the Barrington Area. There has been a further discussion with Mr. F.J. Griffiths on the matter. (b) Letter to the Barrington Club asking for information about their proposal for a National Park and submitting ours.
+__Use and access to Faunal Reserves:__ A long discussion has been held with the Chief Guardian of Fauna on these matters. The attitude of the Walking Movement was submitted to him.
+Mr. J.R. Kinghorn, Ornithologist to the Australian Museum will deliver a lecture on "Protecting Our Birds" at the Museum, College Street, on Thursday, June 24th, at 8 p.m. Admission free.
+Queenslanders interested in the National Park Movement are commencing an appeal for a memorial to Arthur Groom. The Federation will obtain information about the form of the memorial with a view to assisting the appeal.
+Visits to areas of interest... June 26th, 27th, 28th: Beecroft Peninsula, Tolwong Area over Queen's Birthday Weekend... Ettrema Area. Kariong Park Proposal: June 18th, 19th, 20th. Budderoo-Barren Grounds: July 16th, 17th, 18th. Bouddi Natural Park: Work Party on July 2nd, 3rd, 4th. Assistance is urgently required for some track rehabilitation work.
 These visits are all to areas of interest to Bushwalkers and coincide with Conservation Projects. Members interested in obtaining first-hand knowledge of the projects or desirous of interesting others should ring UA2983.
-..Isouro-411.uluirmaftroa.
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 To Val and Arthur Gilroy - a daughter.
-'Also, to Wal McKenzie and wife a datichter.
-A.
+Also, to Wal McKenzie and wife a daughter.
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 Geof Wagg.
-It was all arranged; we were to take the air for Tooraweenah at 7 a m. on Friday morning. To do this our party made its way to Bankstown on Thursday night, Jim Hooper meeting en route a very happy tram guard who thought he had the "nicest legs!" At Bankstown Brian Anderson confronted us with a telegram from the pilot to say that he wouldn't be arriving from Melbourne until 10.30. "Oh, well", we said, it won't make that much difference", and so we were still hanging around Bankstown aerodrome when the phone call came through:
+It was all arranged; we were to take the air for Tooraweenah at 7 a.m. on Friday morning. To do this our party made its way to Bankstown on Thursday night, Jim Hooper meeting en route a very happy tram guard who thought he had the "nicest legs!" At Bankstown Brian Anderson confronted us with a telegram from the pilot to say that he wouldn't be arriving from Melbourne until 10.30. "Oh, well", we said, "it won't make that much difference", and so we were still hanging around Bankstown aerodrome when the 'phone call came through:
-"It is with infinite regret That I report a sad upset: In Melbourne it is rather wet - My aeroplane is grounded!"
+"It is with infinite regret\\
+that I report a sad upset:\\
+In Melbourne it is rather wet -\\
+My aeroplane is grounded!"
 Jaws sagged; Anderson spoke to Melbourne and the trunk line cable melted, but that was the story.
-After much haggling and an admirable last minute dash for the train the considerably reduced party of Dot Butler, Ken Angel, Frank Barr, Snow Brown, and myself (being too numerous to mention) were
-embarked and headed in the general direction of Kanangra Walls. We arrived there at dusk and spent a cosy night in the cave. The morning dawned bright and clear, and after some photography on the tops we
-set off down Murdering Gulley to the Spires. Never believe the old saying that "rolling stones gather no bushwalkers" because one collected Ken a beauty. In spite of our best efforts he was able to continue. Presently and we forced our way downwards into the beautiful upper reaches of Kanangra Creek. We lunched at the base of the scree slope between the two Spires, then while Ken rested his bruised quadriceps the rest of us sought the heights. After some intrepid scrambling we arrived on top and added our names to those in the can in the cairn. On the way down we did some exhilarating scree glissading and arrived at the bottom at 4.15, the whole thing having taken us three hours. We pushed on in search of a likely campsite and found one in a mile or so. "Will we put up the tent?" "No," said Dot and I, What would we need a tent for on a wonderful night like this?"
-About 2 a m, we awoke in the rain and put the tent up.
+After much haggling and an admirable last minute dash for the train the considerably reduced party of Dot Butler, Ken Angel, Frank Barr, Snow Brown, and myself (being too numerous to mention) were embarked and headed in the general direction of Kanangra Walls. We arrived there at dusk and spent a cosy night in the cave. The morning dawned bright and clear, and after some photography on the tops we set off down Murdering Gulley to the Spires. Never believe the old saying that "rolling stones gather no bushwalkers" because one collected Ken a beauty. In spite of our best efforts he was able to continue presently and we forced our way downwards into the beautiful upper reaches of Kanangra Creek. We lunched at the base of the scree slope between the two Spires, then while Ken rested his bruised quadriceps the rest of us sought the heights. After some intrepid scrambling we arrived on top and added our names to those in the can in the cairn. On the way down we did some exhilarating scree glissading and arrived at the bottom at 4.15, the whole thing having taken us three hours. We pushed on in search of a likely campsite and found one in a mile or so. "Will we put up the tent?" "No," said Dot and I, "What would we need a tent for on a wonderful night like this?" About 2 a.m. we awoke in the rain and put the tent up.
-After breakfast next morning we pushed on in misty rain making excellent time, and spurred on no doubt by the countless nettle stings. Then we stopped for lunch the rain started fair dinkum and most of us
+After breakfast next morning we pushed on in misty rain making excellent time, and spurred on no doubt by the countless nettle stings. When we stopped for lunch the rain started fair dinkum and most of us were drenched. Br-r-r-r!! Those icy rivers down the back! We hurried on to keep warm and quite early we reached an ideal wet night campsite by Merrigal Creek. Everyone agreed to settle in here and have a really comfortable night. Pardon my mirth; we counted without our nettle stings. These had so excited our nervous systems we hardly got two consecutive winks all night; excepting Snow, of course, who is impervious to such minor details as nervous systems. So we were glad when another dawn, albeit grey and clammy, filtered through the sky and we could be on our way, which was now by Breakfast Creek and Carlon's Head. About this time Frank (under Dot's bad influence) discovered that he had a pain in the popliteal fossa. (Editorial note: The popliteal fossa is the hollow at the back of the knee housing a muscle called the popliteus, and the popliteus initiates flexion at the knee joint.) This worried Frank exceedingly. We hurried on up Breakfast Creek with Frank muttering encouragingly to himself: "I am not going up, I am going down hill; I am as fresh as a daisy". Up Carlon's Creek with groundsheets round our legs to frustrate the nettles, until we reached the foot of Carlon's Head about lunch time. "Lunch on top", said someone. A bad mistake! David and I struggled in the rear, our empty tummies crying pitifully for attention. We made it, but only just, dragging ourselves the last few yards on the immediate promise of a Rye Vita and honey. After lunch we all felt much refreshed except Frank who was upset - Dot had snuffed out his delicate little tea fire by lavishing great logs on it. We made off at a brisk pace and were soon pouring the dreary miles of Narrow Neck beneath our feet. Katoomba hove into view and we were soon having a nice sociable cuppa tea at Snow's place, the unofficial Bushwalkers hostel. After that we caught our train home, which is about all except don't ask us our impressions of the Warrumbungles, because it's a rude answer.
-were drenched. A-r-r-r!! Those icy rivers down the back! We hurried on to keep warm and quite early we reached an ideal wet night campsite by Merrigal Creek. Everyone agreed to settle in here and have
-a really comfortable night. Pardon my mirth; we counted without our nettle stings. These had so excited our nervous systems we hardly got two consecutive winks all night; excepting Snow, of course, who is impervious to such minor details as nervous systems. So we were glad when another dawn, albeit grey and clammy, filtered through the sky and we could be on our way, which was now by Breakfast Creek and Carlon's Head. About this time Frank (under Dot's bad influence) discovered that he had a pain in the popliteal fossa. (Editorial note: The popliteal fossa is the hollow at the back of the knee housing a muscle called the popliteus, and the popliteus initiates flexion at the knee joint.)
-This worried Frank exceedingly. We hurried on up Breakfast Creek with Frank muttering encouragingly to himself: "I am not going up, I am going down hill; I am as fresh as a daisy". Up Carlon's Creek with groundsheets round our legs to frustrate the nettles, until we reached the foot of Carlon's Head about lunch time. "Lunch on top", said someone. A bad mistake! David and I struggled in the rear, our empty tummies crying pitifully for attention. We made it, but only just, dragging ourselves the last few yards on the immediate promise of a Rye Vita and honey. After lunch we all felt much refreshed except Frank who was upset - Dot had snuffed out his delicate little tea fire by lavishing great logs on it. We made off at a brisk pace and were soon pouring the dreary miles of Narrow Neck beneath our feet. Katoomba hove into view and we were soon having a nice sociable cuppa tea at Snow's place, the unofficial Bushwalkers hostel. After that we caught our train home, which is about all except don't ask us our impressions of the Warrumbungles, because it's a rude answer.
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+The following Letter from E. Gaines (Ted) Phillips, "River Canoe Club of N.S.W." may be of interest to members :-
+Calling all cars! Calling all cars!
+"The Editor of the 'Sydney Bush Walker',
-The following Letter from E. Gaines (Ted) Phillips,"River-Canoe Club of N.S.W." may be: interest to members :-
-CALLING ALL CARS! CALLING ALL CARS! 'The Editor of the 'Sydney Bush Walker',
 Dear Sir:
-As a constant reader of your Magazine for many years I have been particularly interested in recent coments concerning the falling off of attendances on official Club walks.
-From my own observations I would say that the.S.B.W. is not alone in this respect, all walking clubs apparently suffering a similar Wave, of disinterest. You will be interested to learn that a similar state of inactivity exists in the River Canoe Club of, N.S.W. because Club outings and events are few and far between and attendances at these functions are usually most disheartening.
+As a constant reader of your Magazine for many years I have been particularly interested in recent comments concerning the falling off of attendances on official Club walks.
-My own idea of the cause of this general lapse of interest is, despite arguments to the contrary, because ,nearly everybody is now "mobilized " - most of the populace, from the apprentice to the business tycoons, now doing most of "their walking" on wheels.
-I am pleased to state that the R.C.C. Winter Mapping Walks (instituted in 1937) have not, even in recent times, been seriously affected as regards attendances, but since the general trend appears to point to reduced attendances we have instituted "all round trips" which cater for the public and private transport user alike. They are an experiment to encourage those, reluctant to the use of Public
+From my own observations I would say that the S.B.W. is not alone in this respect, all walking clubs apparently suffering a similar wave of disinterest. You will be interested to learn that a similar state of inactivity exists in the River Canoe Club of N.S.W. because Club outings and events are few and far between and attendances at these functions are usually most disheartening.
- transport, to join those not yet privately mobilised. Came on
-i'Ye who trod CARless o'er the land
+My own idea of the cause of this general lapse of interest is, despite arguments to the contrary, because nearly everybody is now "mobilized" - most of the populace, from the apprentice to the business tycoons, now doing most of "their walking" on wheels.
+I am pleased to state that the R.C.C. Winter Mapping Walks (instituted in 1937) have not, even in recent times, been seriously affected as regards attendances, but since the general trend appears to point to reduced attendances we have instituted "all round trips" which cater for the public and private transport user alike. They are an experiment to encourage those, reluctant to the use of public transport, to join those not yet privately mobilised. Come on
+"Ye who trod CARless o'er the land\\
 Before you joined the mobile band".
-Give it a burl.'
- CALLING ALL CARS! CALLING ALL CARS!"
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-Winter comes but once a year,
-And when it comes it brings the skiers
-Forgive the weak rhyme folks, but this is a reminder that the snow season is here. Adventurous walkers Who are looking for new fields to conquer could do no better than turn to the snow. The ranks of the skiers could do with an infusion of bushwulker ideas for there are far too many folks who never range further than a few hundred yards from base. They spend their time like the ten thousand men of the Grand Old Duke of York, climbing up to the top of the hill and whizzing down again.
-There are trips an the snow clad ranges to be done which have seldom if ever been done before. In short, the Alps are still waiting the ski tourer - the bushwalker who has acquired a basic knowledge of ski-ing - or, of course, the skier who ha e acquired a basic knowledge of bushwalkillp,.
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+=== Winter comes but once a year. ===
+Winter comes but once a year,\\
+And when it comes it brings the skier!
+Forgive the weak rhyme folks, but this is a reminder that the snow season is here. Adventurous walkers who are looking for new fields to conquer could do no better than turn to the snow. The ranks of the skiers could do with an infusion of bushwalker ideas for there are far too many folks who never range further than a few hundred yards from base. They spend their time like the ten thousand men of the Grand Old Duke of York, climbing up to the top of the hill and whizzing down again.
+There are trips on the snow clad ranges to be done which have seldom if ever been done before. In short, the Alps are still waiting the ski tourer - the bushwalker who has acquired a basic knowledge of ski-ing - or, of course, the skier who has acquired a basic knowledge of bushwalking.
+Paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear.
+Castlereagh St., Sydney. M2678.
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