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-THE DOGS -67 MY WALKS.
 - Jim Brown.
 By-law Section K Number 9 states: "Dogs shall not be brought on official walks".
-My dictionary defines ''dog n in this way: Noun - a domesticated carnivorous quadruped of the genus Canis. Verb, trans., - to follow as a dog: pursue Pertinaciously.
+My dictionary defines "dog" in this way: Noun - a domesticated carnivorous quadruped of the genus Canis. Verb, trans., - to follow as a dog: pursue pertinaciously.
 Plainly the reason why the domesticated carnivorous quadruped of the genus Canis should not be taken on official walks is because of his habit of pursuing pertinaciously. In short, because a dog will dog. Understand, I have no quarrel with the By-law. Dogs are a trial, an unmitigated curse on a trip. I should know, because I have been plagued by dogs on trips.
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+It's a pity, but I like dogs. What's more, they know it. Once a dog has made up his mind to follow me, the most menacing gestures, the most ferocious threats will not dissuade him. With a knowing twinkle in his eye he will cower or slink with a beaten air behind the nearest shrub, then he will placidly pursue. The doggy anthology which follows will prove this.
-It's a pity, but I like dogs. What's more, they kndw it. Oncc a dog has made up his mind to follow me, the most menacing gestures, the most ferocious threats will not dissuade him. With a knowing twinkle in his eye he will cower or slink with a beaten air behind nearest shrub, then he will placidly pursue. The doggy anthology which follows will prove this.
-. The Hound of Hill To One searing February dayI set out alone
+. __The Hound of Hill Top__. One searing February day I set out alone from Hill Top to walk Starlight's Track to the Nattai. A tearing, hot westerly gale was withering the forest as I went out along the road. Just as I cleared the skirts of the town, something moist, warm and hairy pressed against the palm of my hand as it reached the end of its backward swing. I had a dog, a big, short-haired, friendly fellow, who had to bend his head down to reach my trailing hand.
-from Hill Top to walk Starlight's Track to the Nattai. A tearing, ho. westerly gale was withering the forest as I went out along the road. Just as I cleared the skirts of the town, something moist, warm and hairy pressed against the Palm of my hand as it reached the end of it_ backward swing. I had a dog, a big, short-haired, friendly fellow, who had to bend his head down to reach my trailing hand.
-This was my first dog, and at that stage I hadn't perfected the persecution technique which has proved so exhausting and fruitless on later occasions, so I assumed he would soon tire of following me and beyond saying curtly, Go on - Hamel" I took no action.
+This was my first dog, and at that stage I hadn't perfected the persecution technique which has proved so exhausting and fruitless on later occasions, so I assumed he would soon tire of following me and beyond saying curtly, "Go on - Home!" I took no action.
-An hour ald three miles on I was growing concerned. The dog had such boundless vitality I could imagine him licking my face as I lay gasping in the knock-out heat of the afternoon. I could visualise him chasing me all the way down the Nattai. Presently I had to sit and rest. He closed up, leaned his huge head over my knees and breathed on my face with great gusts as hot as the wind. Plainly he was disappointed at my frailty. I could see him wavering, and took advantage of his indecision. Firmly I ordered "Go HOME!" and waggled a finger back down the track. At precisely this moment a wallaby thumped away into the scrub, and my dog took off in animated chase. I lit out smartly, and didn't see him again..
-No.2 Brown Dog. From the end of Narrow Neck they run out - Blue r75-7-PFTEM-Ing, Yellow Dog, Spotted Dog, White Dog, Black Dog and Red Dog, and their attendant litters. But never a Brown Dog, (until we saw Myles Dunphy's new Wild Dog Mountains Map). We met him out on Narrow Necks, forlornly ambling in a northerly direction between the o second Neck and Corral Swamp, but he wasn't wedded to that course, an' promptly about-faced and followed us. He was either tired or well- trained, for he kept station just behind and gave us no trouble.
+An hour and three miles on I was growing concerned. The dog had such boundless vitality I could imagine him licking my face as I lay gasping in the knock-out heat of the afternoon. I could visualise him chasing me all the way down the Nattai. Presently I had to sit and rest. He closed up, leaned his huge head over my knees and breathed on my face with great gusts as hot as the wind. Plainly he was disappointed at my frailty. I could see him wavering, and took advantage of his indecision. Firmly I ordered "Go HOME!" and waggled a finger back down the track. At precisely this moment a wallaby thumped away into the scrub, and my dog took off in animated chase. I lit out smartly, and didn't see him again.
-We were looking for a little swamp we knew, about a mile past thr, Neck, and presently we left the track and began to cast around in the scrub. We couldn't pick the camp spot, and returned to the track
-at a point several hundred yards back toward Katoomba. The dog looked piqued. He wasn't used to being fooled about like this. When we set off south again he started to follow, but clearly with little faith in our Purpose or sanity, and after a time he just vanished. Perhaps he is still out there, keeping goodly company with Blue and Brindle.
+__No.2 Brown Dog__. From the end of Narrow Neck they run out - Blue Dog, Brindle Dog, Yellow Dog, Spotted Dog, White Dog, Black Dog and Red Dog, and their attendant litters. But never a Brown Dog, (until we saw Myles Dunphy's new Wild Dog Mountains Map). We met him out on Narrow Necks, forlornly ambling in a northerly direction between the second Neck and Corral Swamp, but he wasn't wedded to that course, and promptly about-faced and followed us. He was either tired or well-trained, for he kept station just behind and gave us no trouble.
-No.3 Followed from Fitzroy. Falls. I really think I have the most
-affFUME7Te-Te-TinTfor7hirIFFITicular dog.  He was such a superlative bushdog (in the same sense as Bushman) - so pitifully inadequate when we met motor traffic on a road.
+We were looking for a little swamp we knew, about a mile past the Neck, and presently we left the track and began to cast around in the scrub. We couldn't pick the camp spot, and returned to the track at a point several hundred yards back toward Katoomba. The dog looked piqued. He wasn't used to being fooled about like this. When we set off south again he started to follow, but clearly with little faith in our purpose or sanity, and after a time he just vanished. Perhaps he is still out there, keeping goodly company with Blue and Brindle.
-He picked us up at Fitzroy Falls on a Saturday morning, and
-when he chased us east along Barrengary Road we used all our influenE
+__No.3 Followed from Fitzroy Falls__. I really think I have the most affectionate feeling for this particular dog.  He was such a superlative bushdog (in the same sense as Bushman) - so pitifully inadequate when we met motor traffic on a road.
-to turn him back. By the time we were on the way to Carialoo Mountai/ we were satisfied we had baffled him. Then we sighted him at the ruins of the sawmill, lost him for hours, fought through scrub, blackberry and bracken on the flank of Carialoo, and dropped down to the Bendela road for a late lunch. As the girls were lighting the fire and we drew water from a creek we saw him creep across the road.
-With great relish he wolfed down fragments of meat and bread, licked out a sardine tin, and vanished again, while we toiled up on to the ridge between Carialoo and Grassy Mountain. He was with us on the spur, but disappeared as we dropped over towards Yarrunga Creek. We had to CEMD that night in a wild, rocky spot, part way down the range, and during the evening we thought we could hear him stirring beyond the light of the fire, but saw nothing. Something crunched our discarded meat bones during the night, but he was concealed in the morning until,-as we picked up our packs, Beryl called "Here boy! Good dogl" Oh, he was there all rights
+He picked us up at Fitzroy Falls on a Saturday morning, and when he chased us east along Barrengary Road we used all our influence to turn him back. By the time we were on the way to Carialoo Mountain we were satisfied we had baffled him. Then we sighted him at the ruins of the sawmill, lost him for hours, fought through scrub, blackberry and bracken on the flank of Carialoo, and dropped down to the Bendela road for a late lunch. As the girls were lighting the fire and we drew water from a creek we saw him creep across the road.
-All that day, down Yarrunga, up Meryla Pass, and down the rough stuff of Bundanoon Creek he was with us, blatantly keeping close to us. He slaved up the west side of Stone Quarry Creek nearby and found his way to the tops with us. On the final trudge over the paddocks towards Bundanoon we once lifted him over a barbed wire fence. The next fence, taller, and equally ugly with barbs, he leapt,
-IMPORTAM TRANSPORT NOTICE.
+With great relish he wolfed down fragments of meat and bread, licked out a sardine tin, and vanished again, while we toiled up on to the ridge between Carialoo and Grassy Mountain. He was with us on the spur, but disappeared as we dropped over towards Yarrunga Creek. We had to camp that night in a wild, rocky spot, part way down the range, and during the evening we thought we could hear him stirring beyond the light of the fire, but saw nothing. Something crunched our discarded meat bones during the night, but he was concealed in the morning until, as we picked up our packs, Beryl called "Here boy! Good dog!" Oh, he was there all right!
-BUS.H..11VALILER. S_ REQUIRING TRANSPORT
-FROM BLACKHEATH ANY HOUR
+All that day, down Yarrunga, up Meryla Pass, and down the rough stuff of Bundanoon Creek he was with us, blatantly keeping close to us. He slaved up the west side of Stone Quarry Creek nearby and found his way to the tops with us. On the final trudge over the paddocks towards Bundanoon we once lifted him over a barbed wire fence. The next fence, taller, and equally ugly with barbs, he leapt, passing gracefully between two strands of wire. But, dear, oh dear, what a fool he was about cars. Once on the road we were forever dragging him from the tarmac as he blinked stupidly in approaching headlamps. We were sorry to leave him at Bundanoon station.
-RI NQ WRITE OR CALL
-SIEDLECKY'S TAXI AND TOURIST SERVICE,
+__No.4. The Brute at Bundeena__. Not all dogs are as exemplary, as self-effacing as the Fitzroy Falls one. Nearly my worst, I think, was the little terrier that joined us at Bundeena one Sunday. It was a day test walk, there was no leader, and the party almost entirely of prospectives. We decided to go on. Near Marley, with the darting black and white body already causing some irritation, I managed to slither down a rock and sprain an ankle. We bound it with a great length of elastic bandage and went on. I contrived to slip and sit down in the outlet from Marley Lagoon, so with wet tail, wrenched ankle, and not the least little bit happy, we passed towards Wattamolla. Hereabouts the track becomes narrow, a slender thread of sand through dense underbrush and, as I limped along at a meagre rate of knots, the dratted little beast would hurl himself past brushing my uncertain legs, prop, and dart back again. Several times I was nearly thrown.
-STATION STREET BLACKHEATH,
-HOUR SERVICE.
+The climax came on the rock ledge over Wattamolla Beach, when one claws down over a very shallow cliff. I was poised on this rim when the brute whipped between my feet and halted on the brink of a steeply sloping boulder. Grimly lifting the injured limb, I urged him over the edge, and he slipped on all fours down to the sand. Quite unhurt he bounded away to pester the folk on the beach.
-BUSHWALKERS arriving at Blackheath late at night without transport booking can ring for car from Railway Station or call at above address -- IT'S NEVER TOO LATE!
-'PHONE B1HEATH 81 or 146. LOOK FOR CARS 3210 or TV270.
+... Said one girl behind, "Oh, the dog fell."
-OR BOOK AT MARK SALON RADIO SIDE' - OPP. STATION.
-passing gracefully between two strands of wire. But, dear, oh dear, What a fool he was about cars. Once on the road we were forever dragging him from the tarmac as he blinked stupidly in approaching headlamps. We were sorry to leave him at Bundanoon station.
+"No", said another dourly, "he was pushed".
-No.4. The Brute at_Bundeena. Not all dogs are as exemplary, as self- effacing as the-PIrzroy Fais one Nearly my worst, I think, was the little terrier that joined us at Bundeena one Sunday. It was a day test walk, there Was no leader, and the party almost entirely of Prospectives. We decided to go on. Near Marley, with the darting black and white body already causing some irritation. I managed to slither down a rock and sprain an ankle. We bound it with a great length of elastic bandage and went on. I contrived to slip and sit down in the outlet from Marley Lagoon, so with wet tail, wrenched ankle, and not the least little bit happy, we passed towards Wattamolla. Hereabouts the track becomes narrow, a slender thread of sand through dense underbrush and, as I limped along at a meagre rate of knots, the dratted little beast would hurl himself past brushing my uncertain legs, prop, and dart back again. Several times I was nearly thrown.
-The climax came on the rock ledge over 'vdattamolla Beach, when one claws down over a very shallow cliff. I was poised on this rim when the brute whipped between my feet and halted on the brink of a steeply sloping boulder. Grimly lifting the injured limb, I urged him over the edge, and he slipped on all fours down to the sand. Quite unhurt he bounded away to pester the folk on the beach.
-_Said one girl behind, "Oh,'the dog fell. "No", said another dourly, he was pushed".
 He took the hint anyway. When we limped out of Wattamolla, he wasn't with as.
-No.5. Bitch on Barren Ground. Another dog of great nuisance value, so inferna ly young, he-TB-Tess and silly. It joined us out of Berry, and even Brian Anderson's fiercest imprecations wouldn't turn it away, As I say, it was a dumb hound. It had the worst features of the untrained, bumping its snout on our heels, doubling unpredictably between our ankles and once, near the rim rocks of Barren Ground, when I was out ahead looking for a pass to the top, it dropped me neatly into a knot of lawyer vine. It was a menace around a camp fire and had to be watched when food was unprotected. Brion was in a positive terror lest it try and share his tent - he had probably heard of the old objection to co-tenting.
-Somehow it managed to stay with us all the way to Kiama. The
+__No.5. Bitch on Barren Ground__. Another dog of great nuisance value, so infernally young, helpless and silly. It joined us out of Berry, and even Brian Anderson's fiercest imprecations wouldn't turn it away. As I say, it was a dumb hound. It had the worst features of the untrained, bumping its snout on our heels, doubling unpredictably between our ankles and once, near the rim rocks of Barren Ground, when I was out ahead looking for a pass to the top, it dropped me neatly into a knot of lawyer vine. It was a menace around a camp fire and had to be watched when food was unprotected. Brian was in a positive terror lest it try and share his tent - he had probably heard of the old objection to co-tenting.
-we passed it into the tender care of railway staff, Who promised to
-smuggle it on a train back to Berry next morning. We fetched a great relieved breath when we were through with that particular dog.
+Somehow it managed to stay with us all the way to Kiama. There we passed it into the tender care of railway staff, who promised to smuggle it on a train back to Berry next morning. We fetched a great relieved breath when we were through with that particular dog.
-No.60 The Sausage Dog. This was one dog which didn't exactly dog. TY-M7-17177717=-FIETly an encounter. The scene is Kanangra Walls, the time eight o'clock ot Good Friday morning. It is drizzling, and the party is carved in one of the lesser overhangs along the track
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+__No.6. The Sausage Dog__. This was one dog which didn't exactly dog. It was purely and simply an encounter. The scene is Kanangra Walls, the time eight o'clock on Good Friday morning. It is drizzling, and the party is carved in one of the lesser overhangs along the track between road and Walls. George is officiating at the fire, holding a pan of sausages over the ashy embers. Two billies swing from a cross bar mounted on piles of stones.
-between road and Walls. George is officiating at the fire, holding a pan of sausages over the ashy embers. Two billies swing from a cross bar mounted on piles of stones.
-A stockman rides up the trail on a wet-looking horse, with a
+A stockman rides up the trail on a wet-looking horse, with a wet-looking dog slinking behind. He tells us he has been searching for cattle duffers out on the Kowmung, and is headed back to his farm near Oberon. Yes, he'll be very happy to take a cup of tea from us this dreary morning. We tell him it will be brewed any tick of the clock...
-wet-looking dog slinking behind. He tells us he has been searching for cattle duffers out on the Kowmung, and is headed back to his farm near Oberon. Yes, he'll be very happy to take a cup of tea from us
-this dreary morning. We tell him it will be brewed any tick of the
+At this moment an atomic mushroom of smoke and ash billows up from the fire, which disintegrates completely in a splitting explosion. Water in the rocks of our fireplace, of course!
-At this moment an atomic mushroom of smoke and ash billows up
-from the fire, which disintegrates completely in a splitting explosio-
+The dog recovers first. George is still squatting before the fire, speckled with ash, a piece of stick held out over the shattered fireplace. The frying pan is down the slope, the sausages rolling over and over among the wet leaves. Yes, the dog recovers first, snatching at the sausages. Ken and I stop laughing at George's bemused face, and snatch at the dog. Well, finally we recover most of our breakfast sausages... but it's a long time before we can give the rider his cup of tea.
-Water in the rocks of our fireplace, of courses
-The dog recovers first. George is still squatting before the fire, speckled with ash, a Piece of stick held out over the shattered
+__And Other Dogs__. Other dogs - dogs encountered - dogs heard - or heard of. Some trips when the only dogs that bark are the poor tired feet. There used to be a dog at that big place along the Q.V. Homes road from Wentworth Falls, "Cherrywood". Not that I ever saw the dog, but there used to be a notice "Beware of the Dog". After some years it was replaced with "Beware of the New Dog". I often wondered what happened to the Old Dog.
-fireplace. The frying pan is down the slope, the sausages rolling over and over among the wet leaves. Yes, the dog recovers first,
-snatching at the sausages. Ken and I stop laughing at George's bemused face, and snatch at the dog. Well, finally we recover most of our breakfast sausages..... but it's a long time before we can give the rider his cup of tea.
+On the Nattai, a few miles above Little River, there used to be a rather tumbledown farmhouse which we knew as "Barking Dog Farm". It was impossible to pass it by without rousing a chorus of yelping. Once, going back to a fixed camp by Sheehy's Creek at night we passed the farm in groups of two or three, separated by up to half a mile depending on our fleetness of foot, and we could mark the progress of those ahead and behind by the clamour from B.D. Farm.
-And Other Dogs. Other dogs - dogs encountered - dogs heard - or heard of. ;a7le trips when the only dogs that bark are the 1DOCT
-tired feet. There used to be a dog at that big place along the
-Q.V. Homes road from Wentworth Falls, Cherrywoodh. Not that I ever
-saw the dog, but there used to be a notice "Beware of the Dog",
-After some years it was replaced with "Beware of the New Doe. I often wondered what happened to the Old Dog.
-On the Nattai, a few miles above Little River, there used to be a rather tumbledown farmhouse which we knew as "Barking Dog Farm. It was impossible to pass it by without rousing a chorus of yelping. Once, going back to a fixed camp by Sheehy's Creek at night we passed the farm in groups of two or three, separated by up to hclf a mile depending on our fleetness of foot, and we could mark the progress of those ahead and behind by the clamour from B.D. Farm.
 Then there was the dog we heard snuffing around our tent one morning on the creek below Heathcote. Some time later that dog must have triumphantly brought to his master a yellow water bucket. Of course, he emptied out the water before he collected it.
-Finally, there was the savage dog which got away from the R.A.A.' station at Lanstone Hill, and the Saturday papers reported "last seen headed for Glenbrookli. That afternoon I was going out solo from Glenbrook to join a party at St. Helena, and as soon as I was out of sight of town picked up a stout stick about 3 feet long. I felt rather silly carrying it until I topped the ridge beyond Glenbrook Creek, and saw a huge paw mark in the sand of the track.
-made St. Helena in under fifty minutes - well ahead of the main party which came from Blaxland, starting an hour ahead of me. I carried my baton across the line of my throat and went like the
+Finally, there was the savage dog which got away from the R.A.A.F. station at Lapstone Hill, and the Saturday papers reported "last seen headed for Glenbrook". That afternoon I was going out solo from Glenbrook to join a party at St. Helena, and as soon as I was out of sight of town picked up a stout stick about 3 feet long. I felt rather silly carrying it until I topped the ridge beyond Glenbrook Creek, and saw a huge paw mark in the sand of the track.
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-proverbial bat out of hell, keeping my long pants on so that I cold hold my 41. m p.h. through the prickly parts of the trail. On the last few yards down into St. Helena the drawstring of my frameless pack snapped, and I swung about with flailing bludgeon. When the main party showed up twenty minutes later, I learned that the dog had been recaptured that morning.
+I made St. Helena in under fifty minutes - well ahead of the main party which came from Blaxland, starting an hour ahead of me. I carried my baton across the line of my throat and went like the proverbial bat out of hell, keeping my long pants on so that I hold hold my 4 1/2 m.p.h. through the prickly parts of the trail. On the last few yards down into St. Helena the drawstring of my frameless pack snapped, and I swung about with flailing bludgeon. When the main party showed up twenty minutes later, I learned that the dog had been recaptured that morning.
 Dog - verb. trans. - to pursue pertinaciously. Dogs shall NOT be brought on official walks. My oath! Not on my walks, anyway.
 P.S. Did you notice that the By-law reference is K.9?
-.....raziarn Miadiiill f,....211.1483..
-STOP PRESS!! One of the most joyful announcements to be made this month is the engagement of Pat Sullivan and Ian Wood. The happy tidings were announced at the Holiday Weekend camp fire on the Shoal haven, and a select and enthusiastic gathering drank their health in fruit punch and sealed it with cake - both supplied by Pat and Ian.
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-WHAT IS A BUSFWM,KER9
+=== Important Transport Notice. ===
+Bushwalkers requiring transport from Blackheath, any hour, ring, write or call...
+Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service.
+Station Street, Blackheath.
+hour service.
+Bushwalkers arriving at Blackheath late at night without transport booking can ring for car from Railway Station or call at above address - __it's never too late__!
+'Phone Blackheath 81 or 146. Look for cars 3210 or TV270 or book at Mark Salon Radio Shop - opposite Station.
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+=== Stop Press!! ===
+One of the most joyful announcements to be made this month is the engagement of Pat Sullivan and Ian Wood. The happy tidings were announced at the Holiday Weekend camp fire on the Shoalhaven, and a select and enthusiastic gathering drank their health in fruit punch and sealed it with cake - both supplied by Pat and Ian.
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+===== What Is A Bushwalker? =====
 - Judy Wagg.
-They are found almost everywhere, crawling around, climbing on, pushing through, delving in and falling off - not only mountains, hills, any spare bush you may have lying around, but buildings - they're not particular what sort; it may be the local railway station or it may be the Sydney Town Hall,
+They are found almost everywhere, crawling around, climbing on, pushing through, delving in and falling off - not only mountains, hills, any spare bush you may have lying around, but buildings - they're not particular what sort; it may be the local railway station or it may be the Sydney Town Hall.
 They cart a huge pack twice the size and weight of themselves, and boots inlaid with lead.
-. They love hills, mountains, the Cox, Kanangra, rice, other Bushwalkers, their packs, and above all their great huge hobnailed boots.
-They're not much for trains (especially those which run late), 2 work - in all shapes and forms - tourists, disapproving parents, and boy scouts.
+They love hills, mountains, the Cox, Kanangra, rice, other Bushwalkers, their packs, and above all their great huge hobnailed boots.
-Some people think they are mad; parents think that it is a craze that will soon wear off; girl friends (the non-bushwalking kind) are furious with them; dogs love them; Policemen tolerate them; train guards and engine drivers are openly envious of them.
+They're not much for trains (especially those which run late), work - in all shapes and forms - tourists, disapproving parents, and boy scouts.
+Some people think they are mad; parents think that it is a craze that will soon wear off; girl friends (the non-bushwalking kind) are furious with them; dogs love them; policemen tolerate them; train guards and engine drivers are openly envious of them.
 When Bushwalkers aren't planning a trip they are thinking about the one that they did last. They live by, with, and for bushwalking and regard it not only as a sport but as a wonderful feeling, for after a hard day's walking, through some of Australia's roughest country, to camp on lush green grass with a warm fire and tummies full is a blissful feeling beyond compare.
 I know, you see, 'cos I'm one.
-To 'whom has Tine Koetsier just become engaged? DON MATTHEWS!1!! Congratulations Tine.
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+To whom has Tine Koetsier just become engaged? Don Matthews!!! Congratulations Tine.
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