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 |At Our February Meeting|A.C.| |At Our February Meeting|A.C.|
 |Dripping with Jewels|Keith Renwick| 3| |Dripping with Jewels|Keith Renwick| 3|
-|Gold Depdsits ​in the Fish River|Henry Ford| 6|+|Gold Deposits ​in the Fish River|Henry Ford| 6|
 |Grappling with the Grampians|Brian Harvey|10| |Grappling with the Grampians|Brian Harvey|10|
 |Federation Report, February|Allen A. Strom|13| |Federation Report, February|Allen A. Strom|13|
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 Dec. 23rd saw three bods trying to force their poor bodies into what remained of the room in the wee Renault stacked to the roof with camping and prospecting gear for ten days. We were off to an early start on a trip north to the New England Tableland with the Lapidary Club of N.S.W. This Club is concerned with the finding and cutting of precious and semi-precious stones, and I had recently joined up with the idea of finding a new twist on Bushwalking. Two members of the Newcastle Tech. College Bushwalkers also came up by train later to join the party, which at one stage numbered 33. Dec. 23rd saw three bods trying to force their poor bodies into what remained of the room in the wee Renault stacked to the roof with camping and prospecting gear for ten days. We were off to an early start on a trip north to the New England Tableland with the Lapidary Club of N.S.W. This Club is concerned with the finding and cutting of precious and semi-precious stones, and I had recently joined up with the idea of finding a new twist on Bushwalking. Two members of the Newcastle Tech. College Bushwalkers also came up by train later to join the party, which at one stage numbered 33.
  
-The journey north to Murruoundi ​was uneventful save for a minute crack in the rotor of the distributor which stopped the car and gave us some thought for a while.+The journey north to Murrurundi ​was uneventful save for a minute crack in the rotor of the distributor which stopped the car and gave us some thought for a while.
  
 We had been told there was a turkey farm just past Murrurundi with a good campsite nearby, but having gone 19 miles we concluded we had passed it and pulled in at the side of the road for the night. Next morning we had gone only a mile when we struck the turkey farm. We had been told there was a turkey farm just past Murrurundi with a good campsite nearby, but having gone 19 miles we concluded we had passed it and pulled in at the side of the road for the night. Next morning we had gone only a mile when we struck the turkey farm.
  
-After getting supplies at Tamworth and Armidale we turned off at Guyra and headed north-east to Oban and evertu'​lly ​to Backwater. Just east from this place are all the old tin mines which have been out of operation for many years and now only the tailings are left. This was our first scene of operations, and just by looking over the piles of stones we came across pieces of clear quartz and smoky quartz (cairngorm) and jet black tourmaline.+After getting supplies at Tamworth and Armidale we turned off at Guyra and headed north-east to Oban and eventually ​to Backwater. Just east from this place are all the old tin mines which have been out of operation for many years and now only the tailings are left. This was our first scene of operations, and just by looking over the piles of stones we came across pieces of clear quartz and smoky quartz (cairngorm) and jet black tourmaline.
  
 We stayed here only a short time and next day went down the side of the ridge - by car - to the Oban River where our main camp was to be. We found a good spot and set up camp. I was very surprised at the appearance of the country. Expecting more open grass1ands, I was pleased to find it quite thickly covered with open gum forest, and the Oban a pleasant meandering stream with numerous gravel banks. It was in these that we were going to "​pan"​. We stayed here only a short time and next day went down the side of the ridge - by car - to the Oban River where our main camp was to be. We found a good spot and set up camp. I was very surprised at the appearance of the country. Expecting more open grass1ands, I was pleased to find it quite thickly covered with open gum forest, and the Oban a pleasant meandering stream with numerous gravel banks. It was in these that we were going to "​pan"​.
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 === Meet the Deputy Mayor of Manly. === === Meet the Deputy Mayor of Manly. ===
  
-As Bert Whillier was proudly watching daughter Lynette taking part in a swimming display at the Manly Pool, an official approached and asked would he like to come and be introduced to the Deputy Mayor of Manly. Bert, who usually associates Mayors with Corporations,​ went over expecting to be confronted by a large gentleman with a corporation,​ and was astounde ​to find it was our friend Bill MacKosker(!!!),​ looking as powerful and athletic as in the old days when he pounded over the mountain trails with the Tigers.+As Bert Whillier was proudly watching daughter Lynette taking part in a swimming display at the Manly Pool, an official approached and asked would he like to come and be introduced to the Deputy Mayor of Manly. Bert, who usually associates Mayors with Corporations,​ went over expecting to be confronted by a large gentleman with a corporation,​ and was astounded ​to find it was our friend Bill MacKosker(!!!),​ looking as powerful and athletic as in the old days when he pounded over the mountain trails with the Tigers.
  
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 - By "​Anonymous"​ alias Henry Ford, alias Arnold Ford - or just A. Ford for short. Or what's wrong with "Tin Lizzy"​. (You can see by this that the Editor disapproves of anonymity.) - By "​Anonymous"​ alias Henry Ford, alias Arnold Ford - or just A. Ford for short. Or what's wrong with "Tin Lizzy"​. (You can see by this that the Editor disapproves of anonymity.)
  
-Six disconsolate bods assembled at Central at 6 p.m. It was Friday, January 20th and they constituted the gold-dredging expedition to the Fish River. Up till a few hours before, ideal conditions had prevailed. Then torrents had fallen, and it was still raining heavily and much more of the same was promised for the week-end. ​Nevertheless,​ however, they would not turn back now, so they queued up and each bought a return ticket to Tarana. Once they were on their way their spirits soon improved, but the sole occupant of the train compartment they selected did not seem to appreciate their company. No matter how telling the story, how wise the crack, or how funny their frivolity, he neither blushed, smiled or moved a muscle of his poker face, and long before he reached his destination he left them to it and went to stand alone in the corridor near the door. How hard are some people to get on with.+Six disconsolate bods assembled at Central at 6 p.m. It was Friday, January 20th and they constituted the gold-dredging expedition to the Fish River. Up till a few hours before, ideal conditions had prevailed. Then torrents had fallen, and it was still raining heavily and much more of the same was promised for the week-end. ​Neverthelesshowever, they would not turn back now, so they queued up and each bought a return ticket to Tarana. Once they were on their way their spirits soon improved, but the sole occupant of the train compartment they selected did not seem to appreciate their company. No matter how telling the story, how wise the crack, or how funny their frivolity, he neither blushed, smiled or moved a muscle of his poker face, and long before he reached his destination he left them to it and went to stand alone in the corridor near the door. How hard are some people to get on with.
  
 At Blackheath they detrained, and after checking on time tables went in search of a taxi to take them to Hampton and out along the Old Bathurst Road to within sight, if possible, of the Fish River. For nearly half an hour they waited until, just as the next train could be heard coming up from Meadlow Bath and they were about to give up, the taxi arrived. "How much?" asked the leader, as the train was pulling into the station. The driver was not in a hurry, and not realising the urgency of the situation he thought for a while in silence. The he said, "Oh, about 25 bob each." The next moment they were gone, racing like mad elephants for that train. Fortunately the train was in no great hurry either, and it waited whilst they came, one, two and three and four, and yes, five and six. But they made it! If they had had time to be polite and to explain they would no doubt have said something like this to the taxi driver: "​Brother,​ we have to find it before we give it away, and anyway, some of our profits are for ourselves - not all for you." At Blackheath they detrained, and after checking on time tables went in search of a taxi to take them to Hampton and out along the Old Bathurst Road to within sight, if possible, of the Fish River. For nearly half an hour they waited until, just as the next train could be heard coming up from Meadlow Bath and they were about to give up, the taxi arrived. "How much?" asked the leader, as the train was pulling into the station. The driver was not in a hurry, and not realising the urgency of the situation he thought for a while in silence. The he said, "Oh, about 25 bob each." The next moment they were gone, racing like mad elephants for that train. Fortunately the train was in no great hurry either, and it waited whilst they came, one, two and three and four, and yes, five and six. But they made it! If they had had time to be polite and to explain they would no doubt have said something like this to the taxi driver: "​Brother,​ we have to find it before we give it away, and anyway, some of our profits are for ourselves - not all for you."
  
-At Mt. Victoria they de-trained, and after another wait of about half an hour along came the Coonamble Mail whose passengers didn't care whether the gold-diggers lived or died. Nevertheless however ​they all got seats, although three sat on the floor in the corridor. The next two hours were tiring and tedious, but were over at last.+At Mt. Victoria they de-trained, and after another wait of about half an hour along came the Coonamble Mail whose passengers didn't care whether the gold-diggers lived or died. Neverthelesshowever ​they all got seats, although three sat on the floor in the corridor. The next two hours were tiring and tedious, but were over at last.
  
 At Tarana they de-trained. It was about 12.30 a.m. Sat.! The driver of the only vehicle at the station that looked like a taxi said he was on his way to Oberon and would like to drive them to their destination only he was not making a return trip. There was no alternative but to walk it, so on they went. The rain had stopped but the ground oozed water, and there was every evidence of what had recently fallen. Out along the road they found a suitable spot and decided to camp for the night. By the time the tents were up and the bags were down and the bods were in, the stars were out. The most tardy had his lights out by 1.45 a.m. At Tarana they de-trained. It was about 12.30 a.m. Sat.! The driver of the only vehicle at the station that looked like a taxi said he was on his way to Oberon and would like to drive them to their destination only he was not making a return trip. There was no alternative but to walk it, so on they went. The rain had stopped but the ground oozed water, and there was every evidence of what had recently fallen. Out along the road they found a suitable spot and decided to camp for the night. By the time the tents were up and the bags were down and the bods were in, the stars were out. The most tardy had his lights out by 1.45 a.m.
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 It was just about this time that two of the advance party came upon silver and copper (a two-bob and one halfpenny respectively),​ and they were just about to commence digging in the centre of the road for more when the leaders arrived and forced them on. It was just about this time that two of the advance party came upon silver and copper (a two-bob and one halfpenny respectively),​ and they were just about to commence digging in the centre of the road for more when the leaders arrived and forced them on.
  
-At last they reached the river! It was about 11 a.m.! But what did the party find? Not a drought-stricken naked river bed in which to poke and pry and pan, but a rushing, tearing, teasing torrent, protecting in its bosom the treasure ​whidh they had come so far to discover and to gather. Well, there it was, and there was not much they could do about it. Perhaps it was just as well, after all, that they had not treated themselves to a long expensive taxi trip, only to meet this damn disappointing spectacle. Anyhow, they would set up a base camp and commence operations. The site selected was beside a field in which grazed some cattle, including one or two bulls, with but a flood-wrecked fence between. Neverthelesshowever they must have been well fed or better behaved than the Era type, for they never went near the tents.+At last they reached the river! It was about 11 a.m.! But what did the party find? Not a drought-stricken naked river bed in which to poke and pry and pan, but a rushing, tearing, teasing torrent, protecting in its bosom the treasure ​which they had come so far to discover and to gather. Well, there it was, and there was not much they could do about it. Perhaps it was just as well, after all, that they had not treated themselves to a long expensive taxi trip, only to meet this damn disappointing spectacle. Anyhow, they would set up a base camp and commence operations. The site selected was beside a field in which grazed some cattle, including one or two bulls, with but a flood-wrecked fence between. Neverthelesshowever they must have been well fed or better behaved than the Era type, for they never went near the tents.
  
 After lunch, operations began. The one lady in the party wore dark glasses, no doubt to protect her eyes from the glitter of the gold nuggets she hoped to find. The experts brought out their pans and shovels and picks and cleaned out crevices and cracks and all sorts of odd places where the precious gold might have fallen and might be lurking, and panned and panned and panned. One of the party who had no pan produced a sandwich tin, and when he saw how it was done, did exactly the same with exactly the same result. Neverthelesshowever he did not possess the same enduring enthusiasm that the others displayed, and found it more pleasant to sit in the sun and wait for the rest to locate it. After a long time they all returned to base camp. That is, all except Howard who would not let it go. While waiting for him to return Frank said, "​Won'​t it be a blow if Howard comes back with a pan of gold nuggets?"​ But Henry said, "We can take it!" When Howard came back he had in a small glass tube three gold specks which could be seen without the aid of the magnifying glass. Neverthelesshowevers they did not take it. After lunch, operations began. The one lady in the party wore dark glasses, no doubt to protect her eyes from the glitter of the gold nuggets she hoped to find. The experts brought out their pans and shovels and picks and cleaned out crevices and cracks and all sorts of odd places where the precious gold might have fallen and might be lurking, and panned and panned and panned. One of the party who had no pan produced a sandwich tin, and when he saw how it was done, did exactly the same with exactly the same result. Neverthelesshowever he did not possess the same enduring enthusiasm that the others displayed, and found it more pleasant to sit in the sun and wait for the rest to locate it. After a long time they all returned to base camp. That is, all except Howard who would not let it go. While waiting for him to return Frank said, "​Won'​t it be a blow if Howard comes back with a pan of gold nuggets?"​ But Henry said, "We can take it!" When Howard came back he had in a small glass tube three gold specks which could be seen without the aid of the magnifying glass. Neverthelesshowevers they did not take it.
  
-As evening came down, a great cloud came up on the other side of the Great Dividing Range. It was beautiful to behold as it was lit with the glow of sunset. Afterwards it looked grey, and then dark and ominous as it gethered ​strength and size, and those who had faith in the weather prophets dug trenches around their tents (the camp was on the side of a steep ridge), but those who hadn't didn'​t.+As evening came down, a great cloud came up on the other side of the Great Dividing Range. It was beautiful to behold as it was lit with the glow of sunset. Afterwards it looked grey, and then dark and ominous as it gathered ​strength and size, and those who had faith in the weather prophets dug trenches around their tents (the camp was on the side of a steep ridge), but those who hadn't didn'​t.
  
 Sunday came, and although no rain had fallen, the clouds were very low and threatening. Neverthelesshowever a strong breeze was blowing, and by the afternoon it was quite fine again. The river had risen about 4 inches on Sunday afternoon, and although it had fallen again by Sunday it was still the same muddy, madly rushing torrent of the previous day. After breakfast the party went up the river to try their luck, and after dinner they moved down the river to have a last try. Unfortunately.the result was always the same. About 3 p.m. the river was left behind as the party climbed a hill up on to the road and returned to Tarana, thus completing a circuit of the ridge of which Even's Crown is the highest point. Afternoon tea was had on the bank of Solitary Creek whilst waiting for the train to come at 5.53 p.m. Sunday came, and although no rain had fallen, the clouds were very low and threatening. Neverthelesshowever a strong breeze was blowing, and by the afternoon it was quite fine again. The river had risen about 4 inches on Sunday afternoon, and although it had fallen again by Sunday it was still the same muddy, madly rushing torrent of the previous day. After breakfast the party went up the river to try their luck, and after dinner they moved down the river to have a last try. Unfortunately.the result was always the same. About 3 p.m. the river was left behind as the party climbed a hill up on to the road and returned to Tarana, thus completing a circuit of the ridge of which Even's Crown is the highest point. Afternoon tea was had on the bank of Solitary Creek whilst waiting for the train to come at 5.53 p.m.
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 However, one must not be led to believe that the Grampians are a range with a backbone like the Gangerang but rather they constitute a giant uplift from the plains, being roughly oval in formation, running North-South,​ the outside edge of the oval being almost perpendicular,​ with slopes running down towards its centre to a wide flat valley - the Victoria Valley. The Southern end of the valley is open to and continuous with the plains outside, whilst another break occurs similarly in the Western wall, isolating the South-Western section into the Victoria Range. The upper third of the flat centre is elevated some hundreds of feet above the rest of the valley, and contains the Wartook Reservoir which is the source of the West-flowing McKenzie River upon whose banks was situated the cottage we had rented. The lower valley boasts two closely-lying lakes, partly artificial, being the water supply for some of the towns on the plains. The slopes running back from the cliff edges would be 30/35 degrees and vary from bare rock to low trees, exposing in some places the longest solid rock slopes I am sure one is likely to bee anywhere in Australia. The sheer rock-faces would be a delight for contemplation by the rock-climbers,​ but I doubt if their crumbling ancient sandstone would be safe. The weather-beaten serrations and overhangs present a most rugged appearance, especially from below, but are practically all a uniform drab colour. There are two uplifts facing the East, one behind the other, with a narrow flat valley between which rises to a point equi-distant from either end to form a watershed for two creeks - one running North and the other, naturally, South. Parallel to the creeks is a road commencing at Hall's Gap and leading South down this rift, with the long slopes of the first range on one's left hand, and cliff faces of the second range on the right. The road continues thus for about 28 miles and then climbs over a low pass into the inside valley, to emerge at the Southern end on to the plains, between Mt. Abrupt and Mt. Sturgeon. The change from mountain scenery to sheep country in the few minutes taken to go through the pass in truly remarkable. Mt. Sturgeon is an island uplift like a huge fullstop appended below the Southern fringe of this rocky convulsion of Nature. It is not unlike Castle Hill at Townsville. Its cliff-face frowns down on the town of Dunkeld, with a long slope on the distant side. A nice Sunday afternoon climb to the top for the locals. However, one must not be led to believe that the Grampians are a range with a backbone like the Gangerang but rather they constitute a giant uplift from the plains, being roughly oval in formation, running North-South,​ the outside edge of the oval being almost perpendicular,​ with slopes running down towards its centre to a wide flat valley - the Victoria Valley. The Southern end of the valley is open to and continuous with the plains outside, whilst another break occurs similarly in the Western wall, isolating the South-Western section into the Victoria Range. The upper third of the flat centre is elevated some hundreds of feet above the rest of the valley, and contains the Wartook Reservoir which is the source of the West-flowing McKenzie River upon whose banks was situated the cottage we had rented. The lower valley boasts two closely-lying lakes, partly artificial, being the water supply for some of the towns on the plains. The slopes running back from the cliff edges would be 30/35 degrees and vary from bare rock to low trees, exposing in some places the longest solid rock slopes I am sure one is likely to bee anywhere in Australia. The sheer rock-faces would be a delight for contemplation by the rock-climbers,​ but I doubt if their crumbling ancient sandstone would be safe. The weather-beaten serrations and overhangs present a most rugged appearance, especially from below, but are practically all a uniform drab colour. There are two uplifts facing the East, one behind the other, with a narrow flat valley between which rises to a point equi-distant from either end to form a watershed for two creeks - one running North and the other, naturally, South. Parallel to the creeks is a road commencing at Hall's Gap and leading South down this rift, with the long slopes of the first range on one's left hand, and cliff faces of the second range on the right. The road continues thus for about 28 miles and then climbs over a low pass into the inside valley, to emerge at the Southern end on to the plains, between Mt. Abrupt and Mt. Sturgeon. The change from mountain scenery to sheep country in the few minutes taken to go through the pass in truly remarkable. Mt. Sturgeon is an island uplift like a huge fullstop appended below the Southern fringe of this rocky convulsion of Nature. It is not unlike Castle Hill at Townsville. Its cliff-face frowns down on the town of Dunkeld, with a long slope on the distant side. A nice Sunday afternoon climb to the top for the locals.
  
-The highest point in the Grampians is Mount William, which lies in the centre of the most Easterly uplift, which range is called after the peak, rising to 3,827 feet. A sign-post on the road just traversed points the way to a long well-graded track up Mt. William'​s sloping back, but owing to distance from, inclement weather and shotened ​time, we didn't take it on. However, there is a good campsite at the sign-post. After subtracting the elevation of the surrounding country (probably 1,000 ft.), it would be a good Sunday walk for the next Walks Programme. Similarly Mt. Abrupt (2,724 ft.) may be climbed from where the road emerges near Dunkeld, commencing with an incongruous approach through a rubbish-dump,​ but one requires a sketch map as the way is tricky. From here one can obtain a view right along the whole Eastern face of the range for about 30 miles, I should say. It would be preferable to visit selected points by car rather than endeavour to walk between them as the way along the scalloped cliff-edges is impracticable.+The highest point in the Grampians is Mount William, which lies in the centre of the most Easterly uplift, which range is called after the peak, rising to 3,827 feet. A sign-post on the road just traversed points the way to a long well-graded track up Mt. William'​s sloping back, but owing to distance from, inclement weather and shortened ​time, we didn't take it on. However, there is a good campsite at the sign-post. After subtracting the elevation of the surrounding country (probably 1,000 ft.), it would be a good Sunday walk for the next Walks Programme. Similarly Mt. Abrupt (2,724 ft.) may be climbed from where the road emerges near Dunkeld, commencing with an incongruous approach through a rubbish-dump,​ but one requires a sketch map as the way is tricky. From here one can obtain a view right along the whole Eastern face of the range for about 30 miles, I should say. It would be preferable to visit selected points by car rather than endeavour to walk between them as the way along the scalloped cliff-edges is impracticable.
  
-It is unfortunate that most views from the perimeter of the Grampians are over a sea of endless plains cleared for sheep and cattle running, and are therefore somewhat monotonous no matter what peak they might be seen from. However, on the road from Hall's Gap which runs about due West through the Grampians, there are some look-outs with good views of fairly undisturbed areas, backed by the saw-tooth peaks on the sky-line. The upper parts of the McKenzie River have some fine waterfalls close to the road which follows the river down to the plain towards Horsham, and on this road was the cottage we had rented from a Mr. Zumstein. We were glad of an iron roof and a roaring fireplace as the ground was wet everywhere, and there were biting winds and frosts. I am sure I was the only one wearing shorts (in the traditional S.B.W. manner) in the immediate 500 square miles. Mr. Zunstein ​is Swiss, and much to our surprise, Mrs. Zumstelt ​has a broad Scottish accent you could hang your hat on, being of the Mackay Clan (Where are you, McGregor?) Anyone desiring to book a cottage should write to Mr. Zumstein, Wartook via Horsham. His domain abounds with birds, and we counted 17 'roos in his orchard one evening.+It is unfortunate that most views from the perimeter of the Grampians are over a sea of endless plains cleared for sheep and cattle running, and are therefore somewhat monotonous no matter what peak they might be seen from. However, on the road from Hall's Gap which runs about due West through the Grampians, there are some look-outs with good views of fairly undisturbed areas, backed by the saw-tooth peaks on the sky-line. The upper parts of the McKenzie River have some fine waterfalls close to the road which follows the river down to the plain towards Horsham, and on this road was the cottage we had rented from a Mr. Zumstein. We were glad of an iron roof and a roaring fireplace as the ground was wet everywhere, and there were biting winds and frosts. I am sure I was the only one wearing shorts (in the traditional S.B.W. manner) in the immediate 500 square miles. Mr. Zumstein ​is Swiss, and much to our surprise, Mrs. Zumstein ​has a broad Scottish accent you could hang your hat on, being of the Mackay Clan (Where are you, McGregor?) Anyone desiring to book a cottage should write to Mr. Zumstein, Wartook via Horsham. His domain abounds with birds, and we counted 17 'roos in his orchard one evening.
  
 In spite of the brightly-coloured words and illustrations in the Victorian Tourist Bureau pamphlet, the wild flowers in the area do not measure up to those of our coastal sandstone belts. We were perhaps a little early, but the tall plants like our Eriostemon were completely absent. However, the Golden Wattles, and the red and pink heaths were a delight and made colourful subjects or foregrounds for the Kodachromes. In spite of the brightly-coloured words and illustrations in the Victorian Tourist Bureau pamphlet, the wild flowers in the area do not measure up to those of our coastal sandstone belts. We were perhaps a little early, but the tall plants like our Eriostemon were completely absent. However, the Golden Wattles, and the red and pink heaths were a delight and made colourful subjects or foregrounds for the Kodachromes.
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 __Assistance of Army in bushfires__:​ The Federation will write to the Minister for the Army asking that Army personnel be made available for bushfire fighting in Reserves, even though life and property may not be immediately endangered. __Assistance of Army in bushfires__:​ The Federation will write to the Minister for the Army asking that Army personnel be made available for bushfire fighting in Reserves, even though life and property may not be immediately endangered.
  
-__The Murgamarra Trust__ would like to hear from any member of the public ​wio would care to volunteer for bushfire fighting in the Reserve. Write to the Secty. of the Trust, Box 2770, G.P.O.+__The Murgamarra Trust__ would like to hear from any member of the public ​who would care to volunteer for bushfire fighting in the Reserve. Write to the Secty. of the Trust, Box 2770, G.P.O.
  
-The Wildlife Survey Section of tho C.S.I.R.O. is conducting a __Marsupial Survey__ of New South Wales. It is an attempt to determine numbers and distribution of Species, a very important type of information in Preservation work. Bushwalkers,​ who are in a very good position to help, should contact, if they wish to assist, Mr. Basil J. Marlow, P.O. Box 109, Canberra, A.C.T.+The Wildlife Survey Section of the C.S.I.R.O. is conducting a __Marsupial Survey__ of New South Wales. It is an attempt to determine numbers and distribution of Species, a very important type of information in Preservation work. Bushwalkers,​ who are in a very good position to help, should contact, if they wish to assist, Mr. Basil J. Marlow, P.O. Box 109, Canberra, A.C.T.
  
 A Practice __Search and Rescue__ is set down for April 14/15 in the Wheeny Creek area. More information will be available for Club Contact Men, later. The S.& R. was alerted for two parties overdue from the week-end Feb. 18/19, but both parties made contact points before the searches were commenced. A Practice __Search and Rescue__ is set down for April 14/15 in the Wheeny Creek area. More information will be available for Club Contact Men, later. The S.& R. was alerted for two parties overdue from the week-end Feb. 18/19, but both parties made contact points before the searches were commenced.
  
-The S & R Section proposes to produce a __Tasmanian Brochure__ for intending Walkers and Trippers in Tasmania. It will attempt to eliminate the dangers encountered by people travelling south unprepared for the rigid conditions that ofter persist in Tasmania.+The S & R Section proposes to produce a __Tasmanian Brochure__ for intending Walkers and Trippers in Tasmania. It will attempt to eliminate the dangers encountered by people travelling south unprepared for the rigid conditions that often persist in Tasmania.
  
 __Mining in Reserves__: A deputation met the Under Secretary for Mines on this subject recently, in an attempt to... __Mining in Reserves__: A deputation met the Under Secretary for Mines on this subject recently, in an attempt to...
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 __Federation Re-union__: To take place at Euroka Clearing on March 16/17th. The S.B.W. has been given the responsibility of preparing the supper. Each Club is asked to prepare at item for the Campfire. __Federation Re-union__: To take place at Euroka Clearing on March 16/17th. The S.B.W. has been given the responsibility of preparing the supper. Each Club is asked to prepare at item for the Campfire.
  
-__Panorama Point (Kurrajong Heights)__: Following reports that the Lookout and the properzy ​thereabouts were up for sale, it was Federation ask the National Trust to organise an approach to the Government to have a small area about the Lookout resumed and set aside as a Reserve for the Preservation of Scenic Beauty, preliminary to the establishment of a National Monument at some later date.+__Panorama Point (Kurrajong Heights)__: Following reports that the Lookout and the property ​thereabouts were up for sale, it was Federation ask the National Trust to organise an approach to the Government to have a small area about the Lookout resumed and set aside as a Reserve for the Preservation of Scenic Beauty, preliminary to the establishment of a National Monument at some later date.
  
 __The Kameruka Club__ asked permission of the Federation to establish a memorial to the late President of that Club, in the form of a fixed chain and a plaque on the chimney leading down from Splendour Rock on to the Spotted Dog Range below. It was resolved that the matter should be taken back to the Clubs. __The Kameruka Club__ asked permission of the Federation to establish a memorial to the late President of that Club, in the form of a fixed chain and a plaque on the chimney leading down from Splendour Rock on to the Spotted Dog Range below. It was resolved that the matter should be taken back to the Clubs.
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 - Digby. - Digby.
  
-It was the perfect sunrise at Frenchman'​s Cap that trapped me. Tasmania had suddenly given us her glorious best - our trip had reached its climax. In that rare moment was born the inspiration to write an article. It came gushing out of ne; and then, alas, I knew I had passed the point of no return - they would never relent until it was in print. Bear with me, then, while I sift those happy memories and try to begin at the beginning.+It was the perfect sunrise at Frenchman'​s Cap that trapped me. Tasmania had suddenly given us her glorious best - our trip had reached its climax. In that rare moment was born the inspiration to write an article. It came gushing out of me; and then, alas, I knew I had passed the point of no return - they would never relent until it was in print. Bear with me, then, while I sift those happy memories and try to begin at the beginning.
  
 In the first place there were six, a good, rational even number - three boys and three girls. I suspect that I was invited later to sway the balance of power, but having little power and a doubtful balance, this worthy plan was doomed at the outset. As Goof explained it, his general plan was to spend a leisurely eight days in the Cradle Mt. Reserve, a couple in Queenstown to recuperate(?​),​ and then onto Frenchman'​s Cap for a further five days. In theory, at least, it sounded terrific and my enthusiasm mounted. It would be a real eye-opener, if we were only lucky with the weather... In the first place there were six, a good, rational even number - three boys and three girls. I suspect that I was invited later to sway the balance of power, but having little power and a doubtful balance, this worthy plan was doomed at the outset. As Goof explained it, his general plan was to spend a leisurely eight days in the Cradle Mt. Reserve, a couple in Queenstown to recuperate(?​),​ and then onto Frenchman'​s Cap for a further five days. In theory, at least, it sounded terrific and my enthusiasm mounted. It would be a real eye-opener, if we were only lucky with the weather...
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 __Score__:- Tasmania 3; S.B.W. Nil. __Score__:- Tasmania 3; S.B.W. Nil.
  
-However, in our ramblings we had gained some fine views of the surrounding peaks, including Cradle Mt. and Barn Bluff, now well to the north. Ossa alone was still breviing ​its own illicit weather simply refused to come out of hiding. That would be for __another__ day, we promised ourselves!+However, in our ramblings we had gained some fine views of the surrounding peaks, including Cradle Mt. and Barn Bluff, now well to the north. Ossa alone was still brewing ​its own illicit weather ​and simply refused to come out of hiding. That would be for __another__ day, we promised ourselves!
  
 Geof conceived the brilliant thought of a fire out in the open for our evening meal. It was a revolutionary idea and a mighty one, no furious fire fanning, no congestion - we revelled in it. This may sound strange for S.B.Ws., but it's easy to develop a "hut complex"​ in the Reserve, especially in uncertain weather. This event was undoubtedly the turning point in our destinies. After tea came Damper Time. With infinite care Bev uncovered her latest creation. We goggled; it was collossal - a thing of beauty, baked golden brown all over, perfectly proportioned from every angle and risen like a sea sponge. I made a speech and decorated her with the aluminium medallion (my plate) for damper-making. From that day on there was always great competition to make the damper. It became a ritual, full of speculation and excitement. After the thing was mixed and lidded up the favoured one would reverently place it in the coals and we would all hover round and wait, expectancy in every breath. Then the crucial moment when its creator triumphantly pronounced it __done__. There were numerous formulas for determining the end point, the state of general tension and the maker'​s personality being most important. And when the lid was taken off - well, sometimes it was an anticlimax. Dampers are like people - there are not two the same; an although we tried very hard, we just couldn'​t quite match the Price perfection. Geof conceived the brilliant thought of a fire out in the open for our evening meal. It was a revolutionary idea and a mighty one, no furious fire fanning, no congestion - we revelled in it. This may sound strange for S.B.Ws., but it's easy to develop a "hut complex"​ in the Reserve, especially in uncertain weather. This event was undoubtedly the turning point in our destinies. After tea came Damper Time. With infinite care Bev uncovered her latest creation. We goggled; it was collossal - a thing of beauty, baked golden brown all over, perfectly proportioned from every angle and risen like a sea sponge. I made a speech and decorated her with the aluminium medallion (my plate) for damper-making. From that day on there was always great competition to make the damper. It became a ritual, full of speculation and excitement. After the thing was mixed and lidded up the favoured one would reverently place it in the coals and we would all hover round and wait, expectancy in every breath. Then the crucial moment when its creator triumphantly pronounced it __done__. There were numerous formulas for determining the end point, the state of general tension and the maker'​s personality being most important. And when the lid was taken off - well, sometimes it was an anticlimax. Dampers are like people - there are not two the same; an although we tried very hard, we just couldn'​t quite match the Price perfection.
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-THE WETTEST JOURNEY IN THE WORLD+===== The Wettest Journey In The World. ===== 
 - Dot Butler - Dot Butler
-Sow well known to Bushwalkers the summer trip - the silent sunbaked ridges under the hard blue-white February sky; the'​pitiless inescapable sun; the hot eucalyptus-scented bush; tinder-dry sticks of dead wood; stagnant pot-holes of water in the dried creek beds; 
-streams of perspiration trickling down dusty limbs. Well, you can 
-0 
-# forget all that for the next few pages. This is a journey into a new 
-world. 
-The trip was thought up by Colin, to know whom is a Itberal education. If he had never-been born it would have been necessary invent him. The wildly exciting schemes that have their genesis in the Putt mind leave the brain of r,rdinary mortals reeling. When backed up by enthusiasts like Stitt and Garth, whose curves of adventure swoop up like a brace of departing jets, the result is terrific. When further supported by Snow and the Admiral and a few more of us, it's a case of when an irresistible force meets an immovable object, Heaven help the immovable objectl 
-The planned trip was to be from Katoomba across Narrow Neck to a cave near Coral Swamp where we would camp Friday night, than down Taro's Ladder and Black Dog Ridge to the Cox,. Here Ulysses Putt and his mariners would construct a couple of rafts and then "fare forth over the wine dark sea", as Homer tells us, to Harry'​s Humpy..."​if there is enough water in the Cox to float the rafts',"​ said Colin. 
-The previous week Ulysses and his crew combed the auto-wreckers'​ dumps for discarded lorry inner-tubes,​ and becata the owners of grea whopping tubes, some of which looked like cross-'​3ections of a sperth whale. 
-Three cars and Garth'​s fadeless wonderbike were to meet at Penrith Telephone Exchange, and proceed in convoy to Katoomba, while Colin, Keith, The Admiral and myself were to go by train. As we four left Central the sky-written intentions of the weather bore out the Meterological Bureau'​s forecast of scattered rain and thunderstorms - a rank understatement.:​ twenty inches of rain in the week-end is not adequately described by the expression "​scattered rain." 
-After a leisurely trip up, what time the weather worsened and Colin mended punctures, we reached Katoomba and emerged loaded down with the usual gear plus rope and inner tubes and watertight tins in a paper parcel, and Colin with an axe handle poking through the top of his pack and a life jacket and a hme-mado bellows whose vital par was a tin labelled "​Lactogol,​ for Nursing Mothers",​ and Keith with five pairs of socks and much camera gear besides his three tyres. 
-In driving rain we piled ourselves and packs into a waiting taxi 
-0 and so oUt to the shelter shed at Narrow Neck. As there was no one to white-ant the white ants, the suggestion that we camp in the shelter shed for the night instead of dragging out to Coral Swamp met with unanimous approval. We laid out our inner tubes on the floor and seats, laid ourselves in our sleeping bags on top of them, and b7! 10 o'​clock were asleep. From time to time during the n ight we woulc! be wakened by a heavy sighing proceeding from the Anderson couch. "Gee, the Admiral'​s not taking it too well," we thought, but discovel- 
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-ed in the morning that the sighing proceeded from the valve of his tube as he changed his position in sleep. At midnight voices of new arrivals woke us up, but it was not Snow and party but a couple of Rover scouts who bedded down on the concrete alongside us. All night long the rain drummed on the roof. About 5 a.m. a faint lightening of the sky colour indicated dawn was at hand, so we stowed our gear into our packs and hit the trail immediately;​ we would make a fire and cook breakfast at Coral Swamp where the other more intrepid bods would have camped for the night. We plunged through the wet bushes behind the shelter shed and so down to the track in falling rain. 
-In the partial shelter of the trees at Coral Swamp we stop for breakfast. Our leader hands us a box of matches and a stub of candl and says, "You get a fire going while I chop down some wood,"​..and the mind takes a photograph, which will remain when all paper has perished, of a figure dimmed by mist chopping away with clean,​powerful strokes, and a couple of others in the slanting rain crouched over a lighted candle-end building a delicate little pagoda of stick. above it. The tree crashes to the ground, the trembling skeleton of a damp twig burns in our embryo fire - and the shutter snaps. What need is there for a paper print when the scene is photographed on the mind for all time? 
-We soon had a good hot fire. Breakfast disposed of we went up to the cave, but there was no sign of its having been used by the others, so we wrote a message in the wet sand and departed - through watery wastes of swampland whore button-grass waved its long tassel-tipped stalks in our faces, out to the open heath land. There was something sinister about the hooded figures flitting i-Ihrough the wild weather. "​Listen,"​ said the Admiral confidentially during one of our periodic stops while we waited for Keith to catch up, "I don?t want to insult you other two, but I feel like one of Macbeth'​s witches on their blasted heath."​ "​Double,​ double, toil and trouble moaned the voice of the storm. When Keith caught up we relieved him of his three tubes and from then on he kept up. 
-All the wise green growing things were rioting enthusiastically 
-in the wet; the rocky crags on our right looked like indistinct paintings through the veil of white rain as they dropped away into misty nothingness below. Glen Raphael pool was running abanker as we skirted round it, then out past the shelter cave and down Taro's Ladder to reach Black Dog track. While we kept moving the leeches didn'​It bother us much, but if we stopped for a mement they would be seen wavering sightlessly but unerringly towards us - small brown and larger reddish striped ones, and all crazy for blood. 
-By lunch time we were at the cave on Black Dog track about a quarter hour from the Cox. The rain still pelted down. The old hil: held their breath and cowered under the deluge. Here we decf.ded to wait in case the others were coming, and have lunch. We had heard a shout earlier, but as we got no reply to our answering chorus we presumed it was our two Rover friends of the previous night. 
-While the Admiral finished eating and Colin mended the last punctures, Keith and I excavated sleeping platforms for 4 in a huge heap of powder-fine and in the adjoining cave, Then, leaving our 
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-gear in the cave where we planuedtp spend the night, we took tubes and rope and axe and sped down the track to the Cox where we would make our raft for the morrow'​s adventure. How flooded would the Co:, be? we wondered. We soon knew. We found ourselves gazing on a great turbulent brown sea,our ears dulled by the unending roar of 
-the flood, and sitting in the mud of the foam-lapped bank what shou:- startlingly meet our eyes but five packs and the sodden remnents of various lunches...but not a sign of their awners. It passed througl. 
-a 
-our minds that they might have been swept away in a body, but a 
- ​search a hundred yards further down.at the junction of Black Dog crk revealed our amphibians hard at it. 'Their raft was rapidly taking shape. Garth and Pote were tying tubes on to the wooden framework. Watching them was Snow, draped in his red-White-and-blue groundsheet and looking like a rather dissolute Lady Britannia who has been out all night in the rain. Stan was eying the Cox with a gleam in his eye, but also thinking of his new infant due shortly and wondering if he ought to risk leaving the poor little blighter an orphan,and the inscrutable Dalai Lama, seated all wet on a wet long, brooded over Things in General and ru-ctin ted on Life's Simple Pleasures. We learnt that they had spent the night at Snow's place at Katoomba, all snug and dry on the floor, then had belted out along Narrow Neck and passed us as we lunched in our cave. It was Stan's shout we 
-had heard. Their raft was just about comPleted and they were all for embarking for Harry'​s Humpy that afternoon. 
-Now, this splitting up of the party was not a good thing, and wiz rapidly marshalled all our arguments -against it. The most important, 
-of course, Was that we would be denied the pleasure of their company 
- on the perilous trip, but we thought up a, lot of herrings to throw 
-across the trail before we' admitted it, namely Coat Harrys Humpy had no roof on it, and the cOrrugated iron walls had also been removed 1D-1 the timber vutters. 7'in fact there wasno Harry'​s Humpy to offer 'them shelter for the night when they arrived without tents, wet and half drowned, if not quite. We also pointed out the dangers 'of goihs it alone amidbt the snags and rapids and flotsam of dead trees and 
-COWS and inflated WOMbatS. We painted a glowing picture of our nice snug ten-man sleeping'​Caveland the cooking annex with its beaut big 
  
-fire reflecting heat off 'the 'Walls; they could dry out everything and enjoy life tomorrow. After expending a great deftl of verbal froth and them still not convinced, the brilliant thought occurred that Colin was the leaderand.ought to be consulted. Colin thought +How well known to Bushwalkers the summer trip - the silent sunbaked ridges under the hard blue-white February sky; the pitiless inescapable sun; the hot eucalyptus-scented bush; tinder-dry sticks of dead wood; stagnant pot-holes of water in the dried creek beds; streams of perspiration trickling down dusty limbs. Well, you can forget all that for the next few pages. This is a journey into a new world. 
-THEY SHOULD ALL KEEP TOGETHER, and the day was won. Just as simple as that.  + 
-During all this time we were occupiQd ​in inflating our half dozen tubes. The bellows didn't work and Garthhadn't brought a pump, so it was a case of blow, bullies, ​blows We lay with our rubber pythons on the drenched sand as the rain poured down, lookinc ​wet and slug-like and antedeluvian and BLEW and BLEW and blew... +The trip was thought up by Colin, to know whom is a Liberal education. If he had never been born it would have been necessary to invent him. The wildly exciting schemes that have their genesis in the Putt mind leave the brain of ordinary mortals reeling. When backed up by enthusiasts like Stitt and Garth, whose curves of adventure swoop up like a brace of departing jets, the result is terrific. When further supported by Snow and the Admiral and a few more of us, it's a case of when an irresistible force meets an immovable object, Heaven help the immovable object! 
-' ​Well,, the first raft was now finished ​end they must at least test it out. It was launched forthwith.' ​Peterleapt aboard with a long pole, and the raft remained above water.' ​Then Garth leapt on, and it submerged a few inches, but as soon as it got into the rush of the Black Dog Creek effluent off.it went in 'fine style, ​cur two heros receeding into the distance looking like a couple of coolies in a flooded rice field. They poled down in the relatively calm + 
-22. +The planned trip was to be from Katoomba across Narrow Neck to a cave near Coral Swamp where we would camp Friday night, than down Taro's Ladder and Black Dog Ridge to the Cox. Here Ulysses Putt and his mariners would construct a couple of rafts and then "fare forth over the wine dark sea", as Homer tells us, to Harry'​s Humpy... "if there is enough water in the Cox to float the rafts,"​ said Colin. 
-water near the bank, then got ashore and dragged their craft back towards their starting point, but there they were still separated from us by Black Dog Creek which was rising rapidly all the time + 
-Colin, meanwhile, was at work on the other raft, and had cut up most of the rope to tie its framework together. But we borrowed what was left of it, extending it with a few yards of sashcord and flung an end over the creek so Pete and Garth could tie the raft to it and we could pull it over Garth got aboard as passenger and we started pulling, but of course the cord snapped and away shot the raft, turnineover ​and tipping Garth off underneath. We watched till he emerged, and he managed to swim to thebank with it. +The previous week Ulysses and his crew combed the auto-wreckers'​ dumps for discarded lorry inner-tubes,​ and became the owners of great whopping tubes, some of which looked like cross-sections of a sperm whale. 
-But now Celin demanded the return of his rope so he could finish his job, so our two adventurers pulled their raft well up thc hillside and came back with the rope, hoping to negotiate a way eve the creek without the raft. A hundred yards up the creek a fallen tree spanned the stream, but it was slimy and precarious and if they had fallen off they would have been dashed to pieces over the waterfall below, so it was a case of fording the creek after allAt our feet lay a long sapling which we hoisted over the water to make a handrail, and while four braced it against a tree our side and Pete held it on the other side, Garth plunged into the flood an-- came across hand over hand. We thought we were going to losT him when he got to the middle, and Colin dashed out into the water to give him a helping hand, and with something of relief we welcomed on to our bank. Peter followed, and there we were all together again. It was now about 5 o'​clock,​ so we stuck a row of sticks in the mud so we could measure how the water rose or 'fell by the morning, then headed up the track to the cave, the other party complain, ing bitterly at having to carry their packs up the hill again when they had already carried them down. + 
-The congestion was more than somewhat as the five new arrivals strove to dry out their gear round the cooking fire, so I added my meat to someone else's stew and adjourned to the adjoining cave to enlarge the sleeping ​platformsto ​take another five. I returned to our cooking cave to hear the leader castigating a grinning Stitt "​Damme,"​ says our forthright leader, "He borrows my billy and returns it dirty - well, with not enough of his lousy stew in it for it to be anything but a damned insult."​ Pete protested in +Three cars and Garth'​s fadeless wonderbike were to meet at Penrith Telephone Exchange, and proceed in convoy to Katoomba, while Colin, Keith, The Admiral and myself were to go by train. As we four left Central the sky-written intentions of the weather bore out the Meterological Bureau'​s forecast of scattered rain and thunderstorms - a rank understatement! twenty inches of rain in the week-end is not adequately described by the expression "​scattered rain."​ 
-vain that the murk stuck to the bottom of the billy was Colin'​s + 
-share of the stew. With the dinner debris cleaned up a bit and +After a leisurely trip up, what time the weather worsened and Colin mended punctures, we reached Katoomba and emerged loaded down with the usual gear plus rope and inner tubes and watertight tins in a paper parcel, and Colin with an axe handle poking through the top of his pack and a life jacket and a home-made bellows whose vital part was a tin labelled "​Lactogol,​ for Nursing Mothers",​ and Keith with five pairs of socks and much camera gear besides his three tyres. 
-wet clothes hung up on rocks, we headed next door for bed. + 
-It looked really wonderfUl when they were all in - something like the Western District'​s exhibit at the Royal Easter Show, or like the descending layers of Hell in Dante'​s Inferno. On the top tier was Colin resembling a somewhat badly erected A tent as his ledge was only 5 ft long and he had to bend at the knees. The +In driving rain we piled ourselves and packs into a waiting taxi and so out to the shelter shed at Narrow Neck. As there was no one to white-ant the white ants, the suggestion that we camp in the shelter shed for the night instead of dragging out to Coral Swamp met with unanimous approval. We laid out our inner tubes on the floor and seats, laid ourselves in our sleeping bags on top of them, and b7! 10 o'​clock were asleep. From time to time during the night we would be wakened by a heavy sighing proceeding from the Anderson couch. "Gee, the Admiral'​s not taking it too well," we thought, but discovered in the morning that the sighing proceeded from the valve of his tube as he changed his position in sleep. At midnight voices of new arrivals woke us up, but it was not Snow and party but a couple of Rover scouts who bedded down on the concrete alongside us. All night long the rain drummed on the roof. About 5 a.m. a faint lightening of the sky colour indicated dawn was at hand, so we stowed our gear into our packs and hit the trail immediately;​ we would make a fire and cook breakfast at Coral Swamp where the other more intrepid bods would have camped for the night. We plunged through the wet bushes behind the shelter shed and so down to the track in falling rain. 
-nexttier was occupied by Garth, Pete, Dot  Snow and Keith, who were all right while they slept diagonally but found their legs dangling over outer space and unsupported from the knees down if the + 
-got themselves across the 4 ftwide platform. Rather ​precariousl ​placed on the next level down the Dalai Lama and Stan lay coiled up +In the partial shelter of the trees at Coral Swamp we stop for breakfast. Our leader hands us a box of matches and a stub of candle and says, "You get a fire going while I chop down some wood,"​.. and the mind takes a photograph, which will remain when all paper has perished, of a figure dimmed by mist chopping away with clean, powerful strokes, and a couple of others in the slanting rain crouched over a lighted candle-end building a delicate little pagoda of sticks above it. The tree crashes to the ground, the trembling skeleton of a damp twig burns in our embryo fire - and the shutter snaps. What need is there for a paper print when the scene is photographed on the mind for all time? 
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-in a state of apprehension,​ expecting stones or sand or bodies to come rolling down from the upper strata and land woomph on their stomachs. In the lowest depths of Hell (if we accept the second ​sinile) was the Admiral, quite oblivious of the honour we had bestowed upon him by giving him as a mattress a heap of the only dry leaves in the place. But despite everything we slept soft and warm in our talcum-dust wallows, lulled to sleep by the thousand voices of the storm. +We soon had a good hot fire. Breakfast disposed of we went up to the cave, but there was no sign of its having been used by the others, so we wrote a message in the wet sand and departed - through watery wastes of swampland where button-grass waved its long tassel-tipped stalks in our faces, out to the open heath land. There was something sinister about the hooded figures flitting through the wild weather. "​Listen,"​ said the Admiral confidentially during one of our periodic stops while we waited for Keith to catch up, "I don't want to insult you other two, but I feel like one of Macbeth'​s witches on their blasted heath."​ "​Double,​ double, toil and trouble"​ moaned the voice of the storm. When Keith caught up we relieved him of his three tubes and from then on he kept up. 
-First light showed a boistrous morning. "think,"​ said Colin, looking out at the wildly tossing rain-drenched branches, "I think the Cox will be up further,"​ and his words were uhderlined ​and emphasised by the sound of steady pouring rain, the boom of Black Deg Creek heard above the roaring wind, and the sight of great foaming ribbons of cateracts pouring down the sides of Red Dog and shooting out in a wide arc off Tiwilla. + 
-"Time to get up," said the leader, but the party found it snugger to burrow abed, lapped in eiderdown to the eyebrows, than to leap out into the cold and wet. But Colin is made of the stern stuff reserved for the manufacture of heros, and he rolled out of the warm wet bit of filter cloth he flatters by the name of blanket sleeping-bag and got the fire going. It was an easy matter to rouse the others by merely rolling them down the slope on to the long- suffering Dalai Lama and Stan, although it took two of us to dislodg, ​Garth who dug in like an echidna(' +All the wise green growing things were rioting enthusiastically in the wet; the rocky crags on our right looked like indistinct paintings through the veil of white rain as they dropped away into misty nothingness below. Glen Raphael pool was running abanker as we skirted round it, then out past the shelter cave and down Taro's Ladder to reach Black Dog track. While we kept moving the leeches didn't bother us much, but if we stopped for a moment they would be seen wavering sightlessly but unerringly towards us - small brown and larger reddish striped ones, and all crazy for blood. 
-8 a.m saw most of us setting off forlthe ​river again. The Admiral and Keith stayed back at the cave to keep the fire warm. + 
-We found the flood had risen and completely ​washcd ​away our measurinE ​sticks, in fact the small stretch of beach where the first raft had been constructed was now well under water. The Cox rushed along with great pressure waves leaping from its surface. Garth was in his element. With sundry millions of people in Eastern Australia saying "Damn the rain", here at least was one who was happy about it He stood regarding it with a rapt expression on his face. "​What'​s Garth up to?" we wondered. "​Don'​t interrupt him," said the Dalai Lama, "​He'​s working out the square root of 7." After a lengthy +By lunch time we were at the cave on Black Dog track about a quarter hour from the Cox. The rain still pelted down. The old hills held their breath and cowered under the deluge. Here we decided to wait in case the others were coming, and have lunch. We had heard a shout earlier, but as we got no reply to our answering chorus we presumed it was our two Rover friends of the previous night. 
-multiplication our hydrologist was able to tell us in cu.secs0 how much water was belting down the Cox. Another little calculation produced us the depth of the river (40 ft.), and a pacing along the bank taking sightings on a rock on the other side gave us the width of the yellow flood (about 250 ft.). We thought back to the time we had strolled through it on the last 85-miler scarcely wet above the ankles. + 
-Despite an ominous grinding of hidden boulders rumbling down the rocky creek bed, Pete insisted he must swim Black Dog Creek9 ​now much wider than yesterday, and put his raft in a safer hiding place for future use. He did too, clad in snorkels mask and flippers, and returned the same way safe and sound. Then we hid Colin'​s raft too, retrieved the Dalai Lama's lunch which he had left on the previous day, and tramped off up the hill to the cave. We will came back +While the Admiral finished eating and Colin mended the last punctures, Keith and I excavated sleeping platforms for 4 in a huge heap of powder-fine sand in the adjoining cave. Then, leaving our gear in the cave where we planned to spend the night, we took tubes and rope and axe and sped down the track to the Cox where we would make our raft for the morrow'​s adventure. How flooded would the Cox be? we wondered. We soon knew. We found ourselves gazing on a great turbulent brown sea, our ears dulled by the unending roar of the flood, and sitting in the mud of the foam-lapped bank what should startlingly meet our eyes but five packs and the sodden remnants of various lunches... but not a sign of their owners. It passed through our minds that they might have been swept away in a body, but a search a hundred yards further down at the junction of Black Dog creek revealed our amphibians hard at it. Their raft was rapidly taking shape. Garth and Pete were tying tubes on to the wooden framework. Watching them was Snow, draped in his red-white-and-blue groundsheet and looking like a rather dissolute Lady Britannia who has been out all night in the rain. Stan was eying the Cox with a gleam in his eye, but also thinking of his new infant due shortly and wondering if he ought to risk leaving the poor little blighter an orphan, and the inscrutable Dalai Lama, seated all wet on a wet long, brooded over Things in General and ruminated on Life's Simple Pleasures. We learnt that they had spent the night at Snow's place at Katoomba, all snug and dry on the floor, then had belted out along Narrow Neck and passed us as we lunched in our cave. It was Stan's shout we had heard. Their raft was just about completed and they were all for embarking for Harry'​s Humpy that afternoon. 
-again some day soon and finish the trip, and that part of the story will be Part 2. + 
-' +Now, this splitting up of the party was not a good thing, and we rapidly marshalled all our arguments against it. The most important, of course, was that we would be denied the pleasure of their company on the perilous trip, but we thought up a lot of herrings to throw across the trail before we admitted it, namely that Harry'​s Humpy had no roof on it, and the corrugated iron walls had also been removed by the timber cutters - in fact there __was__ no Harry'​s Humpy to offer them shelter for the night when they arrived without tents, wet and half drowned, if not quite. We also pointed out the dangers of going it alone amidst the snags and rapids and flotsam of dead trees and cows and inflated wombats. We painted a glowing picture of our nice snug ten-man sleeping cave, and the cooking annex with its beaut big fire reflecting heat off the walls; they could dry out everything and enjoy life tomorrow. After expending a great deal of verbal froth and them still not convinced, the brilliant thought occurred that Colin was the leader and ought to be consulted. Colin thought ​__they should all keep together__, and the day was won. Just as simple as that. 
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-ADDITIVES or +During all this time we were occupied ​in inflating our half dozen tubes. The bellows didn't work and Garth hadn't brought a pump, so it was a case of blow, bullies, ​blow! We lay with our rubber pythons on the drenched sand as the rain poured down, looking ​wet and slug-like and antedeluvianand BLEW and BLEW and blew... 
-PADDY4M1DE GEAR plus + 
 +Well, the first raft was now finished ​and they must at least test it out. It was launched forthwith. Peter leapt aboard with a long pole, and the raft remained above water. Then Garth leapt on, and it submerged a few inches, but as soon as it got into the rush of the Black Dog Creek effluent off it went in fine style, ​our two heros receeding into the distance looking like a couple of coolies in a flooded rice field. They poled down in the relatively calm water near the bank, then got ashore and dragged their craft back towards their starting point, but there they were still separated from us by Black Dog Creek which was rising rapidly all the time
 + 
 +Colin, meanwhile, was at work on the other raft, and had cut up most of the rope to tie its framework together. But we borrowed what was left of it, extending it with a few yards of sashcord and flung an end over the creek so Pete and Garth could tie the raft to it and we could pull it overGarth got aboard as passenger and we started pulling, but of course the cord snapped and away shot the raft, turning over and tipping Garth off underneath. We watched till he emerged, and he managed to swim to the bank with it. 
 + 
 +But now Colin demanded the return of his rope so he could finish his job, so our two adventurers pulled their raft well up the hillside and came back with the rope, hoping to negotiate a way over the creek without the raft. A hundred yards up the creek a fallen tree spanned the stream, but it was slimy and precarious and if they had fallen off they would have been dashed to pieces over the waterfall below, so it was a case of fording the creek after allAt our feet lay a long sapling which we hoisted over the water to make a handrail, and while four braced it against a tree our side and Pete held it on the other side, Garth plunged into the flood and came across hand over hand. We thought we were going to lose him when he got to the middle, and Colin dashed out into the water to give him a helping hand, and with something of relief we welcomed ​him on to our bank. Peter followed, and there we were all together again. It was now about 5 o'​clock,​ so we stuck a row of sticks in the mud so we could measure how the water rose or fell by the morning, then headed up the track to the cave, the other party complaining ​bitterly at having to carry their packs up the hill again when they had already carried them down. 
 + 
 +The congestion was more than somewhat as the five new arrivals strove to dry out their gear round the cooking fire, so I added my meat to someone else's stew and adjourned to the adjoining cave to enlarge the sleeping ​platforms to take another five. I returned to our cooking cave to hear the leader castigating a grinning Stitt "​Damme,"​ says our forthright leader, "He borrows my billy and returns it dirty - well, with not enough of his lousy stew in it for it to be anything but a damned insult."​ Pete protested in vain that the murk stuck to the bottom of the billy was Colin'​s share of the stew. With the dinner debris cleaned up a bit and wet clothes hung up on rocks, we headed next door for bed. 
 + 
 +It looked really wonderfUl when they were all in - something like the Western District'​s exhibit at the Royal Easter Show, or like the descending layers of Hell in Dante'​s Inferno. On the top tier was Colin resembling a somewhat badly erected A tent as his ledge was only 5 ft long and he had to bend at the knees. The next tier was occupied by Garth, Pete, DotSnow and Keith, who were all right while they slept diagonally but found their legs dangling over outer space and unsupported from the knees down if they got themselves across the 4 ftwide platform. Rather ​precariously ​placed on the next level down the Dalai Lama and Stan lay coiled up in a state of apprehension,​ expecting stones or sand or bodies to come rolling down from the upper strata and land woomph on their stomachs. In the lowest depths of Hell (if we accept the second ​simile) was the Admiral, quite oblivious of the honour we had bestowed upon him by giving him as a mattress a heap of the only dry leaves in the place. But despite everything we slept soft and warm in our talcum-dust wallows, lulled to sleep by the thousand voices of the storm. 
 + 
 +First light showed a boistrous morning. "think,"​ said Colin, looking out at the wildly tossing rain-drenched branches, "I think the Cox will be up further,"​ and his words were underlined ​and emphasised by the sound of steady pouring rain, the boom of Black Deg Creek heard above the roaring wind, and the sight of great foaming ribbons of cateracts pouring down the sides of Red Dog and shooting out in a wide arc off Tiwilla. 
 + 
 +"Time to get up," said the leader, but the party found it snugger to burrow abed, lapped in eiderdown to the eyebrows, than to leap out into the cold and wet. But Colin is made of the stern stuff reserved for the manufacture of heros, and he rolled out of the warm wet bit of filter cloth he flatters by the name of blanket sleeping-bag and got the fire going. It was an easy matter to rouse the others by merely rolling them down the slope on to the long-suffering Dalai Lama and Stan, although it took two of us to dislodge ​Garth who dug in like an echidna
 + 
 +8 a.msaw most of us setting off for the river again. The Admiral and Keith stayed back at the cave to keep the fire warm. We found the flood had risen and completely ​washed ​away our measuring ​sticks, in fact the small stretch of beach where the first raft had been constructed was now well under water. The Cox rushed along with great pressure waves leaping from its surface. Garth was in his element. With sundry millions of people in Eastern Australia saying "Damn the rain", here at least was one who was happy about itHe stood regarding it with a rapt expression on his face. "​What'​s Garth up to?" we wondered. "​Don'​t interrupt him," said the Dalai Lama, "​He'​s working out the square root of 7." After a lengthy multiplication our hydrologist was able to tell us in cu.secs. how much water was belting down the Cox. Another little calculation produced us the depth of the river (40 ft.), and a pacing along the bank taking sightings on a rock on the other side gave us the width of the yellow flood (about 250 ft.). We thought back to the time we had strolled through it on the last 85-miler scarcely wet above the ankles. 
 + 
 +Despite an ominous grinding of hidden boulders rumbling down the rocky creek bed, Pete insisted he must swim Black Dog Creek, ​now much wider than yesterday, and put his raft in a safer hiding place for future use. He did too, clad in snorkels mask and flippers, and returned the same way safe and sound. Then we hid Colin'​s raft too, retrieved the Dalai Lama's lunch which he had left on the previous day, and tramped off up the hill to the cave. We will came back again some day soon and finish the trip, and that part of the story will be Part 2. 
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