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+===== Who'd Be A Baulker (Part 2). =====
-WHO'D BE A BAULKER (Part 2)
-Another Trifle in the Same Vein'
+=== Another Trifle in the Same Vein ===
-Mulga
-Our raft's a remarkable sort,of boat
+- Mulga
-Made from inner tubes to help it float  With a top of sticks - quite dead I vow - And a bent old branch to form the prow.
-It's not much good for the open sea,
+Our raft's a remarkable sort of boat\\
-And for trips where you want to be home for tea
+Made from inner tubes to help it float\\
-You'd better leave early - it's rather Slow. But where's my proof? My friend, I know
+With a top of sticks - quite dead I vow -\\
-From bitter experience - bruised by rocks On the rapids, you see, of the upper Cox.
+And a bent old branch to form the prow.
+It's not much good for the open sea,\\
+And for trips where you want to be home for tea\\
+You'd better leave early - it's rather slow.\\
+But where's my proof? My friend, I know\\
+From bitter experience - bruised by rocks\\
+On the rapids, you see, of the upper Cox.
+Do you remember when I bought that 60 foot length of rope and a book on mountaineering, spurred to daring by a Certain Party's charm. And do you remember that I was going to tie her up with it as a last resort? Well, I'm pleased to relate that its only use so far has been to safeguard our small brother whilst reparing the roof of his parent's house, and that the book stands on our shelf as a living example of what lengths a man will go to to preserve a fair maid's favour at the risk of his precious neck. That threat to life and limb is now a thing of the past, with our rock climbing exploits limited to the Galong Creek - Carlon's Head type, but to one who likes water only when it's in a hot bath, or when he's exceeding thirsty, the latest craze is just as bad.
+In all fairness I must admit that the idea first came to __me__ years ago when I first saw the Blockup - couldn't walk through it, didn't have the energy to walk around it (i.e. up and over), and certainly didn't consider swimming through. I wondered what was on the other side, and now and again I would toy with the idea of building a raft, in situ, to explore the unknown. Inner tubes were to supply the buoyancy.
+Year after year the idea flourished and waned, as I sat in my armchair and planned. Then, of course, I confided by longing to a C.P.
+"Why, what a wonderful idea," she burbled, all enthusiasm. "There's a rubber dinghy in that Disposals store...."
+"Not wait a minute dear, not now; what about the bedroom curtains. Can't afford both you know." (Phew, that was close. Water? Brrrr. Do you remember the Lovaduck Argosy?)
+Time passed, and Putt, talking with me quite academically about such matter, spoke loudly enough for the C.P. to hear, and the campaign was on.
+So, next thing I knew it was New Year weekend and there we were at the launching place at the Gibralta Creek junction, chosen because of its easy access via the six-foot track, and offering a raftable stretch of water - or so we thought. But memory plays queer tricks, especially when you've always walked along the banks of a river rather than in it, and mostly when the water was high.
+The young brother had first try, floating lazily at something less than a slow walk until close to the first rapids - short sharp ones hurrying into a flurry of foam. Then suddenly there came frantic distress signals, a quick rescue, and he scrambled ashore to safety.
+"Ah this is the life" I mused (me being built of sterner stuff), as I gradually moved faster into the rapid, but there was one snag, in the form of an unavoidable overhanging branch, just a foot above the water. Oh well, grab it and hope! And next thing there I was bereft of raft and plucked from my branch to follow cit bump... bumpp... bumppp... The C.P. was doubled up with mirth at this.
-Do you remember when I bought that 60 foot length of rope
-and a book on mountaineering, spurred to daring by a Certain Party's charm. And do you remember that I was going to tie her up with it
-as a last resort? Wells I'm pleased to relate that its only use so far has been to safeguard our small brother whilst reparing the
-roof of his parent's house, and that the book stands on OUT shelf
-as a living example of what lengths a man will go to to preserve a
-fair maid's favour at the risk of his precious neck. That threat to life and limb is now a thing of the past, with our rock climbing exploits limited to the Galong Creek-Carlon's Head type, but to one who likes water only when it's in a hot bath, or when he's exceeding thirsty, the latest craze is just as bad.
-In all fairness I must admit that the idea first came to me
-years ago when I first saw the Blockup couldn't walk through
-it, didn't have the energy to walk around it (i.e. up and over), and
-certainly didn't consider swimming through. I wondered what was on the other side, and now and again I would toy with the idea of
-building a raft, in situ, to explore the unknown. Inner tubes were
-to supply the buoyancy.
-Year after year the idea flourished and waned, as I sat in my
-armchair and planned. Then, of course, I confided by longing to a C.P.
-"Why, what a wonderful idea," she burbled, all enthusiasm. "There's R rubber dinbhy in that Disposals store...."
-"Not wait a minute dear, not now; what about the bedroom aurtains. Can't afford both you know." (Phew, that was close.
-Water? Brrrr. Do you remember the Lovaduck Argosy?)
-Time passed, and Putt, talking with me quite academically about
-such matter, spoke loudly enough for the C.P. to hear, and the campaign was on.
-.
-So, next thing I knew it was New Year weekend and there we were at the launching place at the Gibralta Creek junction, chosen because of its easy access tia the six-foot track, and offering a raftable stretch of water - or so we thought. But vemory plays
-queer tricks, especially when you've always walked along the banks of a river rather than in its and mostly when the water was high.
-The young brother had first try, floating lazily at something less than a slow walk tantil close to the first rapids - short sharp ones hurrying into a flurry of foam. Then suddenly there came frantic distress signals, a quick rescue, and he scrambled ashore to safety.
-"Ah this is the life" I mused (me being built of sterner stuff), is I gradually moved faster into the rapid, but there was one snag, in the form of an Unavoidable overhanging branch, just a foot above the water. Oh well, grab it and hope: And next thing there I was bereft of raft and plucked from my branch to folloWcit bump...bumppo..bumppp... The C.P. was doubled up with,
-mirth at this.
 "All right Beautiful, see if you can do any better." She did, inasmuch as she stayed aboard, but who ever heard of going down rapids backwards? "Well," indignantly, "What do you expect. There's no rudder and you wouldn't make any paddles. Anyhow, this is fun."
-So on we went for an hour or so, -" a thrill a minute - and then with muggins aboard, down a drop - woompZ Off fell the
-groundsheet-wrapped pack and careered downstream whlIbt the raft
+So on we went for an hour or so - a thrill a minute - and then with muggins aboard, down a drop - woomp! Off fell the groundsheet-wrapped pack and careered downstream whilst the raft neatly lassoed a rock and stayed firmly still. Have you ever tried to chase a runaway pack down a narrow boulder-strewn fast-flowing stretch of river? No?
-neatly lassoed a rock and stayed firmly still. Have you ever tried
-to chase a runaway pack down a narrow boulder-strewn fast-flowing stretch of rivers No?
 Things were looking black (including my most recent bruises) I decided, as we dried the sodden articles in the sun. Time for a strategic retreat, honourable or otherwise.
-"The tubes are going down, dear; trouble with the valves.
-I Can't very well fix them here; got the right gear at home though. How about going up Galong, round to Kennel Flat....."
+"The tubes are going down, dear; trouble with the valves. I can't very well fix them here; got the right gear at home though. How about going up Galong, round to Kennel Flat....."
 We did, and if you think I'm going to be dragged into continuing the equeous expedition on the next long week-end you're wrong. "What's that, dear - better fix those valves - not much time left?....."
-Oh Oh, here, quick, pass MB that coil of ropel.
+Oh Oh, here, quick, pass me that coil of rope!
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 "A Committee is a gathering of important people, who singly can do nothing, but together can decide that nothing can be done." (Fred Allen)
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