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 ====No. 253 December, 1955. Price 6d.==== ====No. 253 December, 1955. Price 6d.====
  
-|**Editor**|Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Wahroonsa ​(JW2208)|+|**Editor**|Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Wahroonga ​(JW2208)|
 |**Business Manager**|Jack Gentle| |**Business Manager**|Jack Gentle|
 |**Sales & Subs.**|Jess Martin| |**Sales & Subs.**|Jess Martin|
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 One new member, Geoff Broadhead, was welcomed by the President. One new member, Geoff Broadhead, was welcomed by the President.
  
-The recent Conservation Conference called by the Chief Guardian of Fauna was reported and discussed. The activities of our representatives (Tom Moppett, Malcolm McGregor and Jim Brown) were the subject of favourable comment. Tom and Malcolm were members of a committee who reported on the implementation of the Conference'​s proposals at the previous meeting, and together with Myles Dunphy did much to influence the trend of the decisions. Although they did not recommend the complete banning of the sale of wildflowers because they did not think the conference would agree, the conference after long discussion exceeded their recommendations and voted in favour of the ban. The proposals for a National Parks Authority were accepted, and control of the use of firearms strongly supported. On this latter subject the ConserVation ​Secretary will be glad to hear of any instances of careless use.+The recent Conservation Conference called by the Chief Guardian of Fauna was reported and discussed. The activities of our representatives (Tom Moppett, Malcolm McGregor and Jim Brown) were the subject of favourable comment. Tom and Malcolm were members of a committee who reported on the implementation of the Conference'​s proposals at the previous meeting, and together with Myles Dunphy did much to influence the trend of the decisions. Although they did not recommend the complete banning of the sale of wildflowers because they did not think the conference would agree, the conference after long discussion exceeded their recommendations and voted in favour of the ban. The proposals for a National Parks Authority were accepted, and control of the use of firearms strongly supported. On this latter subject the Conservation ​Secretary will be glad to hear of any instances of careless use.
  
 Room stewards appointed for December: Brian Harvey and Geof Wagg. Room stewards appointed for December: Brian Harvey and Geof Wagg.
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 Then I began to remember bits of stories told by drovers and bushmen of the inland about a mysterious whistling that is sometimes heard but never traced to any form of life. Naturalists,​ too, have heard it but have never been able to track down what makes the sound, although they no doubt have theories, and until they are sure will go on answering the questioner frankly, "I don't know." Then I began to remember bits of stories told by drovers and bushmen of the inland about a mysterious whistling that is sometimes heard but never traced to any form of life. Naturalists,​ too, have heard it but have never been able to track down what makes the sound, although they no doubt have theories, and until they are sure will go on answering the questioner frankly, "I don't know."
  
-It occurred to me that I had in my grasp a rare opportunity to add to the knowledge of mankind, and so I set about methodically tracking down the cause of the sound, discounting as I went obvious possibilities like birds, crickets, and such things. Should there have been another to watch my crawling, running, creeping and frustration amongst those infernal termite mounds they must have thought me in the final stages of a perish. Many times I got, I thought, within an inch or two of the whistling, but as soon as I thought it was just a little to this side or that, it was coming from another place yards away, or from all places at once as though the air was saturated with it. As my frustration grew I rushed about more wildly from one place to another, and then with grim determination would check myself and begin again, listening, ​creepingl ​crawling....+It occurred to me that I had in my grasp a rare opportunity to add to the knowledge of mankind, and so I set about methodically tracking down the cause of the sound, discounting as I went obvious possibilities like birds, crickets, and such things. Should there have been another to watch my crawling, running, creeping and frustration amongst those infernal termite mounds they must have thought me in the final stages of a perish. Many times I got, I thought, within an inch or two of the whistling, but as soon as I thought it was just a little to this side or that, it was coming from another place yards away, or from all places at once as though the air was saturated with it. As my frustration grew I rushed about more wildly from one place to another, and then with grim determination would check myself and begin again, listening, ​creeping, ​crawling....
  
 One thing I did establish, in my own mind anyway; the whistling is there, but what causes it, "I don't know." One thing I did establish, in my own mind anyway; the whistling is there, but what causes it, "I don't know."
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-DAY+=====Day.===== 
 - Dot Butler - Dot Butler
-"Once, once only, never again, never, The idle curve my hand traces in air, + 
-The first flush on the cloud lost in the merning's height/, Meeting of the eyes and tremble of delight, Before the heart is aware +"Once, once only, never again, never,\\ 
-Gone to return never again, never:+The idle curve my hand traces in air,\\ 
-I recall the day now with a feeling of faint sadness. +The first flush on the cloud lost in the morning's height,\\ 
-It was'a pity it had to die, it was such a lovely day, all blue and silver, all soft and scented, gentle as a lover'​s ​amilo. +Meeting of the eyes and tremble of delight,\\ 
-As we moved through it'all sense of separateness ​yanL)hed ​away - +Before the heart is aware\\ 
-we felt a part of it - accepted by it - at one with its gentlenes ​and peace. +Goneto return never again, never!" 
-It was a day in AugustA pale winter sun coloured the landscape in soft pastel shades. Garth and I had left the rest of the party to burrow in dark muddy underground caves and had set out to see something of the south east corner of Tasmania. From our camp as Hastings Caves the road led us through forested hills to open country, and then sloped downhill to the Lune River....River of the Moon,.., lying exquisitely clear in the morning'​s peaceA low white bridge spanned the stream, and on its rail we leaned silent for a long time above the water in which were reflections of + 
-amazing purity; each leaf and twig of the overhanging trees was mirrored in minutest detailThe shining sun had looked into the +I recall the day now with a feeling of faint sadness. It was a pity it had to die, it was such a lovely day, all blue and silver, all soft and scented, gentle as a lover'​s ​smile. As we moved through it all sense of separateness ​vanished ​away - we felt a part of it - accepted by it - at one with its gentleness ​and peace. 
-still water and sunk his image in its depth; had we dived in off the + 
-bridge we would have plunged right into his golden heart. +It was a day in AugustA pale winter sun coloured the landscape in soft pastel shades. Garth and I had left the rest of the party to burrow in dark muddy underground caves and had set out to see something of the south east corner of Tasmania. From our camp at Hastings Caves the road led us through forested hills to open country, and then sloped downhill to the Lune River....River of the Moon..., lying exquisitely clear in the morning'​s peaceA low white bridge spanned the stream, and on its rail we leaned silent for a long time above the water in which were reflections of amazing purity; each leaf and twig of the overhanging trees was mirrored in minutest detailThe shining sun had looked into the still water and sunk his image in its depth; had we dived in off the bridge we would have plunged right into his golden heart. Close by a fish plopped on the glassy surface; ringsome ripples broke its mirror calm; we watched them getting fainter and fainter, but who could say for certain when they had entirely gone? 
-Close by a fish plopped on the glassy surface; ringsome ripples + 
-broke its mirror calm; we watched them getting fainter and fainter, but who could say for certain when they had entirely gone? +We are all affected by beauty whether we know it or show it or not. The live flame of appreciation shone in Garth'​s ​eyes like a star, so that one found oneself wondering at times which was the more lovely thing to look at, the scenery or Garth. 
-We are all affected by beauty whether we know it or show it or not. The live flame of appreciation shone in Garthts ​eyes like a star, so that one found oneself wondering at times which was the more lovely thing to look at, the scenery or Garth.+
 The road went on through softly swelling hills, green and quiet, where the sun dozed in the daytime and darkness brooded at night. We passed orchards of sun-born sweetness where we recognised the small white blossoms for plum and speculated whether other trees with brown shining bark were apple or pear. The road went on through softly swelling hills, green and quiet, where the sun dozed in the daytime and darkness brooded at night. We passed orchards of sun-born sweetness where we recognised the small white blossoms for plum and speculated whether other trees with brown shining bark were apple or pear.
-Leaving the road we followed a timber mill's rail-track for several miles towards the sea. The day sparkled round us with a diamond glitter as we skipped along the sleepers ​0.00 one, two, three, hop....one two, three, hop. Straying along the track were ewes whose soft eyes spoke of endless days spent in nibbling at the grass while their newborn lambs frisked in the green and amiable meadows. In the blue distance snowy mountain tops broke the sky. A scene of deep tranquility and content.... ​woe, wand we were happy too; our eyes were resting on the sights we loved - the sunlight of a clear + 
-15. +Leaving the road we followed a timber mill's rail-track for several miles towards the sea. The day sparkled round us with a diamond glitter as we skipped along the sleepers.... one, two, three, hop....one two, three, hop. Straying along the track were ewes whose soft eyes spoke of endless days spent in nibbling at the grass while their newborn lambs frisked in the green and amiable meadows. In the blue distance snowy mountain tops broke the sky. A scene of deep tranquility and content.... ​and we were happy too; our eyes were resting on the sights we loved - the sunlight of a clear day, the pure sky, the silent mountain peaks, and all the small lives moving about us. 
-day, the pure sky, the silent mountain peaks, and all the small lives moving about us.+
 When the sun had climbed to the mid sky we came to an inlet of the sea lying all still and lovely bright below the snow-capped peaks. Coming closer we passed through a stretch of open eucalyptus forest and caught glimpses of the wide water that flitted and glittered as far as the eye cared to look. Then through grass and ferns down to a narrow strip of beach and a sea of blue and silver that flashed about us. That must be the South Polar Sea. To think that we are only 150 miles from the northern limit of drift ice from the Antarctic. When the sun had climbed to the mid sky we came to an inlet of the sea lying all still and lovely bright below the snow-capped peaks. Coming closer we passed through a stretch of open eucalyptus forest and caught glimpses of the wide water that flitted and glittered as far as the eye cared to look. Then through grass and ferns down to a narrow strip of beach and a sea of blue and silver that flashed about us. That must be the South Polar Sea. To think that we are only 150 miles from the northern limit of drift ice from the Antarctic.
-."I think a swim ia indicated,"​ said Garth, "​yes ​SOO definitely, ....must have a swim," and there he spoke the thought that was all ready to be uttered by me. So we swam in the living water while small silver fish sputtered and waved their tails in the slow-motion surge of the anchored weeds.+ 
 +"I think a swim is indicated,"​ said Garth, "yes.... definitely, ....must have a swim," and there he spoke the thought that was all ready to be uttered by me. So we swam in the living water while small silver fish sputtered and waved their tails in the slow-motion surge of the anchored weeds. 
 Bright sunshine danced over the sea and flung spears of light towards the sky as we ate our lunch on the pale sea beach among the stranded shells. We lay in the sun for a space of timeless time and mused on the wonder of the world..... Bright sunshine danced over the sea and flung spears of light towards the sky as we ate our lunch on the pale sea beach among the stranded shells. We lay in the sun for a space of timeless time and mused on the wonder of the world.....
-"Why is' ​all strange? Why do I not grow used? The ripple upon the stream that nothing stays, + 
-The bough above, in glory of warm light waving slow, Trouble me, enchant me, as with the stream I flow Lost into the endless days.+"Why is all strange? Why do I not grow used?\\ 
 +The ripple upon the stream that nothing stays,\\ 
 +The bough above, in glory of warm light waving slow,\\ 
 +Trouble me, enchant me, as with the stream I flow\\ 
 +Lost into the endless days.\\
 Why is all strange? Why do I not grow used?" Why is all strange? Why do I not grow used?"
-A feeling of breathless change woke us from our drowsing and dreaming. There was a rustling and a whispering of leaves as the trees thrilled with sudden life. Currents of excitement flashed through the clouds and filled the upper air with movement. We put on our capes and set out to meet the oncoming storm now approaching with great speed from over the distant hills. It met us in the middle of our sleeper-hopping,​ but by the time we reached the road + 
-it was over and all was peace again. But there were no reflections left in the Lune River - just soft brown water from which the life had died,+A feeling of breathless change woke us from our drowsing and dreaming. There was a rustling and a whispering of leaves as the trees thrilled with sudden life. Currents of excitement flashed through the clouds and filled the upper air with movement. We put on our capes and set out to meet the oncoming storm now approaching with great speed from over the distant hills. It met us in the middle of our sleeper-hopping,​ but by the time we reached the road it was over and all was peace again. But there were no reflections left in the Lune River - just soft brown water from which the life had died
 Back to the camp with time for a swim, so down we go through a dark thicket smelling of damp ferns to the thermal pool steaming under the low clouds. Then back to catch the bus, and away through the pale evening air. Back to the camp with time for a swim, so down we go through a dark thicket smelling of damp ferns to the thermal pool steaming under the low clouds. Then back to catch the bus, and away through the pale evening air.
 +
 And so the day was done - a clean, calm, gentle day, all quiet restraint and decency - a day rich and full with the sense of the long years of youth. And so the day was done - a clean, calm, gentle day, all quiet restraint and decency - a day rich and full with the sense of the long years of youth.
-But that was three months ago. By now the dust of that August day is mingling with the dust of dead centuries. We sigh; we strew a few flowers on its grave *WO then turn our attention to the living. + 
-THE ROT SETS IN +But that was three months ago. By now the dust of that August day is mingling with the dust of dead centuries. We sigh; we strew a few flowers on its grave.... then turn our attention to the living. 
-( + 
-Said the Wagg tun To the Putt 'un, +=====The Rot Sets In.===== 
-"​Who'​s this vegetable mutton?'​  +
-+
-I Said the Putt lun, Col " +
-"​Well,"​ said he, +
-If you want to know, it's me,+
 By the Vegetable Sheep. By the Vegetable Sheep.
-16+ 
-Editor'​s ​Note: +Said the Wagg '​un\\ 
-I consider this one of the triumphs of my career, to have wrung an article out of Putt. +To the Putt '​un,​\\ 
-As we pounded our way up Lapstone Hill I was already worrying about the group of well-known bushwalkers in my car. The all-steel bodywork would be all right, but the tyres?' ​Surely I had read or heard that in the Northern Territory white ants would eat rubber if suitably provoked. Digby was following later in his own car, but this mob had obviously been well briefed. Just out of Cullen Bullen, and Some 40 miles from our destination,​ they unanimously recognised "just the place to camp the night" on the right side of the tar- sealed road by a mudd.4 ​little creek. I slowly drifted into sleep holding on to a tent cord because I was lying where soMbody's tent +"​Who'​s this vegetable mutton?"​ 
-peg should have been driven; while the other cars manoeuvred and + 
-parkedi-fence wires twanged,.fires smoked and 'spluttered, billies rattled, farm dogs yowled, and a serene moon shone brightly above. +Said the Putt '​un,​\\ 
-Breakfast was the sort you have in railway trains - a horrid confused business of bodies in sleeping bags, piles of packs, and +"​Well,"​ said he,\\ 
-porridge burnt on a primus - but we were away soon after seven, +"If you want to know, it's me." 
-and before nine we were at Red Rock Creek in the Capertee Valley waiting for the fast post-war cars to catch up. Four shooters were disgustingly camped by the side of the road and were having a wonderful time blowing holes in the roadside gates and mail-boxes. We felt insecure, and walked up the hill to look at some bees. Schafer lost his pipe in the long grass just as the other cars + 
-arrived; we dragged him from the search and bounced off up the farm road towards Mt. Conobla, our objective. +__Editor'​s ​Note__: I consider this one of the triumphs of my career, to have wrung an article out of Putt. 
-There was no water in the creeks, and it was nearly eleven o'cle + 
-when we got to the farm house a mile from our mountain, so Vhy not have lunch now where there'​s a tap. We lay and munched in the shade of the car, admiring Conobla, which looked very like Pidgeon House +As we pounded our way up Lapstone Hill I was already worrying about the group of well-known bushwalkers in my car. The all-steel bodywork would be all right, but the tyres? Surely I had read or heard that in the Northern Territory white ants would eat rubber if suitably provoked. Digby was following later in his own car, but this mob had obviously been well briefed. Just out of Cullen Bullen, and some 40 miles from our destination,​ they unanimously recognised "just the place to camp the night" on the right side of the tar-sealed road by a muddy little creek. I slowly drifted into sleep holding on to a tent cord because I was lying where somebody's tent peg should have been driven; while the other cars manoeuvred and parked, ​fence wires twanged, fires smoked and spluttered, billies rattled, farm dogs yowled, and a serene moon shone brightly above. 
-from this angle. Lunch complete, we set out along the rough bush track to the bitter end of mechanised transport. When we set out ol + 
-foot it was much hotter, and the steepness much more noticeable; we stopped to discuss the habits of mistletoe and wait for the rest of the party whenever possible. Unfortunately photography was out as as excuse, the trees were too thick. +Breakfast was the sort you have in railway trains - a horrid confused business of bodies in sleeping bags, piles of packs, and porridge burnt on a primus - but we were away soon after seven, and before nine we were at Red Rock Creek in the Capertee Valley waiting for the fast post-war cars to catch up. Four shooters were disgustingly camped by the side of the road and were having a wonderful time blowing holes in the roadside gates and mail-boxes. We felt insecure, and walked up the hill to look at some bees. Schafer lost his pipe in the long grass just as the other cars arrived; we dragged him from the search and bounced off up the farm road towards Mt. Conobla, our objective. 
-At last the saddle, and WhackoZ ​A steep but nicely broken rock ridge to the summit. Here, too, our intrepid leader, Bono, waited for his party to gather for the final assault. On the way up througl ​the bush we had heard Digby'​s car going back down the valley, and had unjustly accused him of returning to the fleshpots of Capertee. Now we learned that he had been severely gashed by a sardine tin and was off to Portland Hospital for four stitches and an anti-tetanous injection. Poor old Digby white-anted by his own lunchl + 
-17. +There was no water in the creeks, and it was nearly eleven o'clock when we got to the farm house a mile from our mountain, so why not have lunch now where there'​s a tap. We lay and munched in the shade of the car, admiring Conobla, which looked very like Pidgeon House from this angle. Lunch complete, we set out along the rough bush track to the bitter end of mechanised transport. When we set out on foot it was much hotter, and the steepness much more noticeable; we stopped to discuss the habits of mistletoe and wait for the rest of the party whenever possible. Unfortunately photography was out as as excuse, the trees were too thick. 
-Safely arrived on top, we admired the second summit of Conobla, a.sheer-sided block of rock separated from us by a chasm SOMB ten' ​feet wide and at least a hundred deep. Nobody felt in gOod broad- jumpingform. Schafer was bemoaning his incredible bad luck in losing hie cigarettes, lower down the ridge, in a crevasse only six + 
-feet deep, but only two inches wide. He could see the ruddy things at the bottom, leering up at him, (If only he could have seen Snow +At last the saddle, and Whacko! ​A steep but nicely broken rock ridge to the summit. Here, too, our intrepid leader, Bono, waited for his party to gather for the final assault. On the way up through ​the bush we had heard Digby'​s car going back down the valley, and had unjustly accused him of returning to the fleshpots of Capertee. Now we learned that he had been severely gashed by a sardine tin and was off to Portland Hospital for four stitches and an anti-tetanous injection. Poor old Digby white-anted by his own lunch! 
-and me pull them out with a stick later, ​andsmoke ​the lot on the spot). + 
-0  ​Gundangaroo was just over the way from us, a steep-looking scramble down to a saddle and a long scrubby-looking bash up to the plateau. The return would involve a full traverse of Conobla and it was getting a bit late, so we sat swatting insects and admiring the fantastic castellated ridge between us and the Wolgan country. ​Liko-most things, Conobla was harder to climb down than ups but we arrived safely at the cars and so to the Capertee River bridge and a lovely swim. Bookie cleverly talked the girls into walking miles through Scotch thistles to bathe out of sight, but seemed to have some difficulty in hiding his own nakedness in 3 inches of water when +Safely arrived on top, we admired the second summit of Conobla, a sheer-sided block of rock separated from us by a chasm some ten feet wide and at least a hundred deep. Nobody felt in good broad-jumping form. Schafer was bemoaning his incredible bad luck in losing hie cigarettes, lower down the ridge, in a crevasse only six feet deep, but only two inches wide. He could see the ruddy things at the bottom, leering up at him, (If only he could have seen Snow and me pull them out with a stick later, ​and smoke the lot on the spot). 
-a car appeared on the bridge above him. As still evening drew on, + 
-the Old Soaks, in the best white ant tradition, drove off to the Glen Davis pub, while the Band of Hope collected and burned all the rather scanty firewood in the area. It was here that the supreme hardship of the trip was endured; the leader forced us to carry our packs a full hundred yards from the cars to the campsite, rather than knock down the fence and drive over. +Gundangaroo was just over the way from us, a steep-looking scramble down to a saddle and a long scrubby-looking bash up to the plateau. The return would involve a full traverse of Conobla and it was getting a bit late, so we sat swatting insects and admiring the fantastic castellated ridge between us and the Wolgan country. ​Like most things, Conobla was harder to climb down than up, but we arrived safely at the cars and so to the Capertee River bridge and a lovely swim. Bookie cleverly talked the girls into walking miles through Scotch thistles to bathe out of sight, but seemed to have some difficulty in hiding his own nakedness in 3 inches of water when a car appeared on the bridge above him. As still evening drew on, the Old Soaks, in the best white ant tradition, drove off to the Glen Davis pub, while the Band of Hope collected and burned all the rather scanty firewood in the area. It was here that the supreme hardship of the trip was endured; the leader forced us to carry our packs a full hundred yards from the cars to the campsite, rather than knock down the fence and drive over. 
-The great Capertee rib of Gundangeroo was right behind us. It + 
-looked very difficult in the twilight, but I promised to wake Goof +The great Capertee rib of Gundangeroo was right behind us. It looked very difficult in the twilight, but I promised to wake Goof at 4 a.m. and have a go at itGeof woke me at 6, we pulled Snow out from under his collapsed and rain-sodden tent and fed him porridgesausages and custard; then we grabbed a 70-ft. rope and set off through the flowering thistles for our mountain. The talus slope was very short, and almost at once we were on the rock rib. An honest, kindly ridge at first, steepish, ​but broken into short safe pitches of hard sound rock, and gloriously ​free of vegetation. Silhouetted against the blue sky above us was a great breaking wave-crest of bright yellow overhanging sandstone. The easy way led straight up towards it. At last we stood on a ledge in its shadow, on our right a sheer drop, on the left a shallow corner in the smooth, straight wall, with two vertical cracks. Snow, in sneakers, was pushed into the lead by the two hobnail-wearersFifty feet above our heads he stopped on a ledge like a window sill and gave us the best belay possible. 
-at 4 a.m. and have a go at it Geof woke me at 6, we pulled Snow + 
-out from under his collapsed and rain-sodden tent and fed him porridge +We stood on our window ledge in a row, now only 12 feet from the top. Above, the crack was hardly ​there at all and the wall bulged somewhatSome fine combined tactics by Goof and Snow got nowhere. I looked down between my feet and thought that window-cleaning couldn'​t be much of a job. 
-sausages and custard; then we grabbed a 70-ft. rope and set off through the flowering thistles for our mountain. The talus slope wa-1 very short, and almost at once we were on the rock rib. An honest, + 
-kindly ridge at firsts steepishs ​but broken into short safe pitches of hard sound rock, and gl-)riously ​free of vegetation. Silhouetted +A sturdy little tree leaned out above us, and we resorted to rope throwing. The rope got stuck, and we tied twigs and things together with our bootlaces to poke at it. It had taken us an hour to get to the ledge; it took an hour and a half to get the rope safely over the tree. At last it was set. We tested it mightily, then up we went. A concerted yell to the camp from the top, then off we went to find another way down. A steep little dry gully looked ​as if it should cut right through the cliff-line, and down we raced. Soon we were in a mossy canyon ​hardly ​three feet wide, double-roping down dry waterfalls. Ahead the chasm was opening out"I can see our way clear down to Glen Davis,"​ yelled Snow, - "​__except ​for the first 800 feet__!" Yes, that was the height of the last waterfall in our little creek. 
-against the blue sky above us was a great breaking wave-crest of bright yellow overhanging sandstone. The easy way led straight up towards it. At last we stood on a ledge in its shadow, on our right +
-a sheer drop, on the left a shallow corner in the smooth, straight wall, with two vertical cracks. Snow, in sneakers, was pushed into the lead by the two hobnail-wearersFifty feet above our heads he +
-stopped on a ledge like a window sill and gave us the best belay possible. +
-We stood on our window ledge in a row, now only 12 feet from the top. Above, the crack was hardly ​thereat ​all and the wall bulged somewhatSome fine combined tactics by Goof and Snow got nowhere. I looked down between my feet and thought that window- cleaning couldn'​t be much of a job. +
-A sturdy'little tree leaned out above us, and we resorted to rope throwing. The rope 'got stuck, and we tied twigs and things together with our bootlaces to poke at it. It had taken us an hour to get to the ledge; it took an hour and a half to get the rope safely over the tree. At last it was set. We tested it mightily, +
-1 8  +
-then up we went. A concerted yell tO the camp from the top, then +
-off we went to find another way down. A steep little dry gully looke as if it should cut right through the cliff-line, and.down we raced. Soon we were in a mossy canyon ​tlardly ​three feet wide, double-roping down dry waterfalls. Ahead the chasm was opening ​'out"I can see our way clear down to Glen Davis,"​ yelled Snow, - ljallzeI ​for  the first 800 feet:" Yes, that was the height of the last waterfall in our little creek.+
 Hurrah for a nice ledge leading away to the left of the fall. We hurtle down easy slopes and rope over short drops, and here we are back on the talus slopes just as a torrential downpour bursts on our unprotected heads, with thunder and lightning for good measure. Hurrah for a nice ledge leading away to the left of the fall. We hurtle down easy slopes and rope over short drops, and here we are back on the talus slopes just as a torrential downpour bursts on our unprotected heads, with thunder and lightning for good measure.
-It is still only 11 in the morning as we squelch back to the cars where the mob is huddled, digesting breakfast. Their breakfast merged imperceptibly into our lunch. Exhibitions of snake charming, and how-to-drain-a-Franch-horn were given in the middle of the road; a small offering of rancid butter was burnt before the Dalai Lama, and then we were belting the Corrugations ​back to Blacktown and a wonderful dinner at the Waggb.+ 
-Something should be done, though, about the unexpected bumps in the Mudgee road; the area inside my car where Bookie was trying to spread apricot jam on a piece of bread will need steam-cleaning ​ So willBookie,​ +It is still only 11 in the morning as we squelch back to the cars where the mob is huddled, digesting breakfast. Their breakfast merged imperceptibly into our lunch. Exhibitions of snake charming, and how-to-drain-a-French-horn were given in the middle of the road; a small offering of rancid butter was burnt before the Dalai Lama, and then we were belting the corrugations ​back to Blacktown and a wonderful dinner at the Wagg's. 
-11MM.1.11+ 
-THE BARE FACTS +Something should be done, though, about the unexpected bumps in the Mudgee road; the area inside my car where Bookie was trying to spread apricot jam on a piece of bread will need steam-cleaning.... So will Bookie
-_Kevin ​Ardill + 
-Sniff if you wish, but a day walk is a most pleasant way of sampling a little of the delights of bushwalking. There doesn'​t seem as much urgency as is often displayed on a week-end trip - a sort o:T: feeling that you'll be home that night so why worry about anything. You can try out your new boots; the leader will be most considerate and halt the party while you plaster tender spots, -Funny thing, isn't it, but if you attempt the same thing on a two-day walk you'll be darn lucky if the leader ​doesnit ​eat you, 'Certainly there will be some strongly worded remarks about the so-and-so who turns up in new boots. +=====The Bare Facts.===== 
-Getting lost on day walks is simply not doaa. The Friday-nighte: + 
-may go astray ​On a similar ridge 30 miles or so to the rest, and boyi +Kevin Ardill 
-will he get a sympathetic hearing on the Wednesday night when he tells of the tribulations of his tribeGo adrift on a day walk, and later bend the ear forward to.-receive a spot of condolence. ​Bbnd it right back brother - you won't get any. + 
-What started this line of thought? A day walk. Four gentlemen walkers assembled on Campbelltown Station on strictly official business, viz, the day walk of Nov013th. David Ingram spoke of certain ladies likely to participate in the outing, but a quick glancl ​along'the platform showed the party would remain all male. Four new boots, two old boots, and two sneakers took their places in the bus, +Sniff if you wish, but a day walk is a most pleasant way of sampling a little of the delights of bushwalking. There doesn'​t seem as much urgency as is often displayed on a week-end trip - a sort of feeling that you'll be home that night so why worry about anything. You can try out your new boots; the leader will be most considerate and halt the party while you plaster tender spotsFunny thing, isn't it, but if you attempt the same thing on a two-day walk you'll be darn lucky if the leader ​doesn'​t ​eat youCertainly there will be some strongly worded remarks about the so-and-so who turns up in new boots. 
-1.9. + 
-and a'bob'​s ​Worth later we were at the Woolwash. (Pardon the bus extravagence, but the road is long and dusty, and it's really a case of bust it or bus it.) +Getting lost on day walks is simply not done. The Friday-nighter ​may go astray ​on a similar ridge 30 miles or so to the rest, and boy! will he get a sympathetic hearing on the Wednesday night when he tells of the tribulations of his tribeGo adrift on a day walk, and later bend the ear forward to receive a spot of condolence. ​Bend it right back brother - you won't get any. 
-Right, we're at the Woolwash on the George'​s River. We walk - + 
-David, ​Cohn (Ferguson), Dick and myself. Twelve ​O'​clock ​'brings a halt, a'swim, lunch, rest, mosquitos ​and sandflies, lumps, scratch session, moving off in five minutes. We're off. +What started this line of thought? A day walk. Four gentlemen walkers assembled on Campbelltown Station on strictly official business, viz, the day walk of Nov. 13th. David Ingram spoke of certain ladies likely to participate in the outing, but a quick glance ​along the platform showed the party would remain all male. Four new boots, two old boots, and two sneakers took their places in the bus, and a bob'​s ​worth later we were at the Woolwash. (Pardon the bus extravagance, but the road is long and dusty, and it's really a case of bust it or bus it.) 
-Ladies, thank you sincerely for sparing my blushes; a mile and+ 
-a half and three rests later we come across some boy scouts bathing +Right, we're at the Woolwash on the George'​s River. We walk - David, ​Colin (Ferguson), Dick and myself. Twelve ​o'clock brings a halt, a swim, lunch, rest, mosquitoes ​and sandflies, lumps, scratch session, moving off in five minutes. We're off. 
-in their birthday ​'suits. Only they weren'​t boy scouts. 'Twas the soldiers, no less, - trainees having a last swim and clean up before the following day's march to Holdsworthy camp. "Are you blokes hiking? in an extremely ​Critical ​tone. Well, we had a'yarn, declined an in- + 
-vitation ​to swim, and pushed on down the river. Honestly, I don't +Ladies, thank you sincerely for sparing my blushes; a mile and a half and three rests later we come across some boy scouts bathing in their birthday suits. Only they weren'​t boy scouts. 'Twas the soldiers, no less, - trainees having a last swim and clean up before the following day's march to Holdsworthy camp. "Are you blokes hiking?" ​in an extremely ​critical ​tone. Well, we had a yarn, declined an invitation ​to swim, and pushed on down the river. Honestly, I don't think I'd have had the courage to go on if the party had been mixed; the river bank for miles was a succession of bathing parties, and when we got close to Frier'​s Crossing the congestion was terrific. Explosions on the ridge above were most frequent, and two young chaps (clothed) informed us of the presence of time bombs, booby traps, etc., in the area. They also exhibited their boots, nicely hobnailed in the approved Paddy Pallin style and all done on the premises - a young businessman in the battalion was doing them at two bob a boot. 
-think I'd have had the courage to go on if the party had been mixed; + 
-the river bank for miles was a succession of bathing parties, and when we gbt close to Frier'​s Crossing the congestion was terrific. +At Frier'​s crossing a large notice informed all that the place was a military training area, and might I suggest that anyone walking around the Punchbowl Creek area had better take along a couple of spare limbs. Here is a chance for someone to lead a walk that could really go with a bang. 
-Explosions on.the ridge above were most frequent, and two young chaps (clothed) informed us of the presence of time bombs, booby traps, etc., + 
-PHOTOGRAPHY ! ! +That just about concludes the par on the day walk. We managed to avoid getting run over by a succession of army vehicles on the way to Minto, but achieved some measure of fame by being recognised in the train home by some ex-bathers going on leave. 
-You press the button, we'll do the rest ! + 
-LEICA +A final thought: Would a leader be permitted to blindfold feminine members of a party under similar conditions? Perhaps a by-law, or amendment to the Constitution?​ 
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-in the area. They also exhibited their boots, nicely hobnailed in the approved Paddy Pallin style and all done on the premises - a young businessman in the battalion was doing them at two bob a boot. +
-At Frier'​s crossing a large notice informed all that the place +
-was a military training area, and might I suggest that anyone walking around the Punchbowl Creek area had better take along a couple of +
-spare limbs. Here is a chance for someone to lead a walk that could really go with a bang. +
-That just about concludes the par on the day walk. We managed +
-to avoid getting run over by a succession of army vehicles on the +
-way to Minto, but achieved some measure of fame by being recognised in the train home by some ex-bathers going on leave. +
-A final thought: Would a leader be permitted to blindfold +
-feminine members of a party under similar conditions? Perhaps a by- +
-law, or amendment to the Constitution2 +
-ANOTHER TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY+
 - Dot B. - Dot B.
-Salute to Betty in all her winsome girlihood - beautiful as a + 
-newly opening pink rosebud with the dew still sparkling on its petalsA large party of Club members arrived at The Barclay, Rockdale, +Salute to Betty in all her winsome girlihood - beautiful as a newly opening pink rosebud with the dew still sparkling on its petals
-some by bus, some by Puttmobile, but I doubt if any Walkers walked as it was raining heavily. + 
-First came cocktails in the reception room (not house). "None +A large party of Club members arrived at The Barclay, Rockdale, some by bus, some by Puttmobile, but I doubt if any Walkers walked as it was raining heavily. 
-for Betty till she comes of age," said Mother, "And that won't be till 20 past 80+ 
-It looked like a pure respectable suburban gathering for the first dances ​then inherent Bushwalking tendencies came to the fore +First came cocktails in the reception room (not house). "None for Betty till she comes of age," said Mother, "And that won't be till 20 past 8." 
-and coats were shed one by one, those with bracers removing same and making judicious use of string. + 
-Among the valuable ​Presents ​was one with a strong Bushwalker flavour - in a cut-glass salad bowl, garnished with red and yellow +It looked like a pure respectable suburban gathering for the first dance, ​then inherent Bushwalking tendencies came to the fore and coats were shed one by one, those with bracers removing same and making judicious use of string. 
-nasturtiums,​ lay boiled 6 ft. 2 ins0 of carpet snake. The story was + 
-it was anaesthetised and might be expected to come to about 12 o'​clock when it could be taken home and used as a moUsetrapG Batty danced +Among the valuable ​presents ​was one with a strong Bushwalker flavour - in a cut-glass salad bowl, garnished with red and yellow nasturtiums,​ lay boiled 6 ft. 2 ins. of carpet snake. The story was it was anaesthetised and might be expected to come to about 12 o'​clock when it could be taken home and used as a mousetrap. Betty danced round the floor with it held at arm's length, greeted by consternation and squeals from other couples. 
-round the floor with it held at arm's length, greeted by consternation + 
-and squeals from other couples. +Supper was a mighty show, especially the 3-tiered stands of cakes, the lowest plate for the Trogos, the middle one for Walkers, and the top one for Mountaineers and Rock Climbers. At one side of the room was a table of 14 ravenous ​Bushwalkers ​and at the other side of the room was another of only 8. To the 14 it looked as though the 8 were being unfairly ​oversupplied ​with food. "Let's stage a raid!" suggested the hungry-gutted New Zealanders, so the whole table rose to a man (and woman), and stealthily but swiftly swept over to the 8'​s ​table. It was a most successful foray actually - about the only thing we didn't get was a plate of chocolate cakes guarded by Heather. Snow and the Admiral were just sitting shots - like taking candy from children. 
-Supper was a mighty show, especially the 3-tiered stands of cakes, the lowest plate for the Trogos, the middle one for Walkers, and the top one for Mountaineers and Rock Climbers. At one side of + 
-the room was a table Of 14 ravenous ​BuShwalkers ​and at the other +As centre piece to each of the half dozen tables was a large chrome receptacle, the function of which was not what Colin imagined, but to contain the ice and bottle of champaigne ​which appeared later and with which we drank a toast to Betty, and to her parents who twenty-one years ago thought up this beaut excuse for a party. 
-side of the room was another of only 8. To the 14 it looked as though + 
-21.. +Rosso, who celebrated his own 21st only a few weeks back, presented Betty with a mantle radio on behalf of her S.B.W. friends. Father gave her the key to the front door (MyWhat a collossal lock the Swain'​s must have on their door! What for?) Then the bandleader sang something sweet and low which he said (I think I quote him correctly) typified the fair young Elizabeth Swain, and as neither of the Peters knocked his head off they must have agreed. 
-the 8 were being unfairly ​oVersupplied ​with food.' ​"Letts Stage a raid!" suggested the hungry-gutted New Zealanders, so the whole table rose to a man (and woMan), and stealthily but swiftly swept over to the 8ts table. It was a most successful foray actually - about the only thing we didn't get was a plate of chocolate cakes'guarded by Heather. Snow and the Admiral were just sitting shots - like taking candy from children. + 
-As centre piece to each of the half dozen tables was ,a large chrome receptacle, the function of Which was not what Colin imagined, but to contain the ice and bottle of 61iampaigne ​which appeared later and with which we drank a toast to Betty, and to her parents who twenty-one years ago thought up this beaut excuse for a party. +Then more fun and dancing till midnight when Betty and her parents packed up the presents and counted the spoons (Incredible! ​- still all there!) and the gay multitude put on their coats and headed for home and a bit of sleep before setting out for a week-end aqua-lunging at Era. 
-Rosso, who celebrated his own 21st only a few weeks back, presented Betty with a mantle radio on behalf of her S.B.W. friends. Father gave her the key to the front door (My What a collossal lock the SWaints much have on their 600r4 What for?) Then the bandleader sang something sweet and low which he said (I think I quote him correctly) typified the fair young Elizabeth Swain, and as neither of the Peters knocked his head off they must have agreed. + 
-Then more fun and dancing till midnight when Betty and her parents packed up the presents and counted the spoons (Incrediblel ​- still all thereJ) and the gay multitude put on their coats and headed for home and a bit of sleep before setting out for a week-end aqua-lunging at Era. +=====Paddy Made===== 
-Se s Keith: + 
-"I see where the Club used to hold Marathons of only 85 miles.+__Pity poor Paddy__..... and his offsiders, and do yourself a good turn by shopping early for Xmas. 
-PITY POOR PADDY, ​and his offsiders, and do yourself a good turn by shopping early for Xmaso+
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