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 The meeting agreed to the postponement of the play reading by Malcolm McGregor and Grace Jolley from Wednesday 25th April (Anzac Day) to a suitable date later.
-After this brief interlude the meeting reverted to financial topics. This time it was the caving enthusiasts who wanted to spend the Club's funds and the non-cvers who defended them. The discussion was started by Dave Brown moving that the Club spend £5 on the materials needed for the construction of a duralumin ladder. The lack of a ladder, he said, had caused a great deal of inconvenience on cave trips, and if the materials were bought the labour would be provided free, thus saving expense. The motion was seconded by Peter Stitt and supported by Brian Anderson, who pointed out that little had been spent on walking equipment though plenty had been spent in a social way. In reply to a question he said that trips to Colong, Jenolan, Bungonia and other parts went frequently and he estimated that easily 25% of active Club members went along. Frank Ashdown said that we were not Bushwalkers Unlimited; we were a walking club, and spelio trips cut out walking trips on the programme. Those interested in caves could join the Spelio Club. Malcolm McGregor said that although caveing might not be the same as bushwalking, many caves could only be entered by persons capable of bushwalking. It was an activity which might not affect attendance on walks, since many walks were not attended anyway. Private trips could be arranged that would not affect the programme. He moved an amendment that those interested in caving should supply 25% of the cost of the ladder. Jack Gentle opposed the amendment. Bob Duncan said that labour would be the main cost if a ladder were bought. If the spelios constructed a ladder and contributed 25% of the materials cost, who would own it. Would a new member have a share in it? Alan Wilson said he was "dead against giving that mob at the back there £5 to spend." If they represented 25% of the active walkers than it would only cost them 5/- each to provide their own ladder. Peter Stitt estimated that nearly 60 of the members who were active walkers would attend at least one caveing trip. The trips were frequently better attended than walks. On being put to the meeting both the amendment and the motion were lost by a very small margin.
+After this brief interlude the meeting reverted to financial topics. This time it was the caving enthusiasts who wanted to spend the Club's funds and the non-cavers who defended them. The discussion was started by Dave Brown moving that the Club spend £5 on the materials needed for the construction of a duralumin ladder. The lack of a ladder, he said, had caused a great deal of inconvenience on cave trips, and if the materials were bought the labour would be provided free, thus saving expense. The motion was seconded by Peter Stitt and supported by Brian Anderson, who pointed out that little had been spent on walking equipment though plenty had been spent in a social way. In reply to a question he said that trips to Colong, Jenolan, Bungonia and other parts went frequently and he estimated that easily 25% of active Club members went along. Frank Ashdown said that we were not Bushwalkers Unlimited; we were a walking club, and spelio trips cut out walking trips on the programme. Those interested in caves could join the Spelio Club. Malcolm McGregor said that although caveing might not be the same as bushwalking, many caves could only be entered by persons capable of bushwalking. It was an activity which might not affect attendance on walks, since many walks were not attended anyway. Private trips could be arranged that would not affect the programme. He moved an amendment that those interested in caving should supply 25% of the cost of the ladder. Jack Gentle opposed the amendment. Bob Duncan said that labour would be the main cost if a ladder were bought. If the spelios constructed a ladder and contributed 25% of the materials cost, who would own it. Would a new member have a share in it? Alan Wilson said he was "dead against giving that mob at the back there £5 to spend." If they represented 25% of the active walkers than it would only cost them 5/- each to provide their own ladder. Peter Stitt estimated that nearly 60 of the members who were active walkers would attend at least one caveing trip. The trips were frequently better attended than walks. On being put to the meeting both the amendment and the motion were lost by a very small margin.
 At the conclusion of the meeting the President wished "bon voyage" to David Ingram, due to leave on April 17th for a seven months trip to England, and the same wish here is extended to the Putts who leave at the end of the month, Colin for a business trip abroad, and Jane and the babies home to New Zealand till his return.
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 The banks were steep and muddy. "Let's go on to those grassy slopes further in." Then followed a succession of muffled oaths as the nettles won the day and we gladly took to the mud again. At Bundanoon Creek most of the party wisely swam to the other bank and only one stubborn landlubber cursed and swore and slipped and slithered whilst the wiser trotted on a pleasant pad. The only good camp spot at the Kangaroo-Yarrunga junction was high on the north side, just off the path which leads to the 12-mile road to Kangaroo Valley. AS we cooked, dark clouds covered the erstwhile clear sky and as the last course was taken off the fire, down came the rain. We lay in our tents and slapped the mosquitoes we could see at each flash of lightning, and then we just slapped because you couldn't miss. Neither could the mossies, in that number. Exhaustion finally gave us a few hours slumber, and the mosquitoes buzzed contentedly on.
-Morn dawned dull; the river was now even muddier and several feet higner. An awful yellow muddy mess. The road bash came as a relief until the miles mounted and the muscles creaked. Geof took off, and soon Grace and Joan were further nnd further away at each corner as the flyweights drooped from their lack of condition. Gradually the valley opened and farms became more frequent until - "Hey, what's this? Pitt St.?" - around the corner came a tramcar, only it wasn't coming, it was stripped and stationary, and there were half a dozen of these wrecks near a sawmill. Once workers' quarters, perhaps. And then a gentle slope down to the Moss Vale road, a vision splendid of the mail coach, fresh bread from the store and a delightful lunch spot surrounded by motorists, and adjacent to the camping ground rubbish heap. In fact, "Down in the dumps."
+Morn dawned dull; the river was now even muddier and several feet higher. An awful yellow muddy mess. The road bash came as a relief until the miles mounted and the muscles creaked. Geof took off, and soon Grace and Joan were further and further away at each corner as the flyweights drooped from their lack of condition. Gradually the valley opened and farms became more frequent until - "Hey, what's this? Pitt St.?" - around the corner came a tramcar, only it wasn't coming, it was stripped and stationary, and there were half a dozen of these wrecks near a sawmill. Once workers' quarters, perhaps. And then a gentle slope down to the Moss Vale road, a vision splendid of the mail coach, fresh bread from the store and a delightful lunch spot surrounded by motorists, and adjacent to the camping ground rubbish heap. In fact, "Down in the dumps."
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 The motion by the Coast & Mountain Walkers "That the Reunion be no longer held" was deferred so that Clubs may have the opportunity of considering the matter and instructing their delegates.
-The Coast & Mountain delegate felt no good purpose was served by a continuance as the gathering was poorely attended, having regard to the total membership of the Federated Clubs. The recurrent recriminations, unpleasant and futile, at subsequent Council meetings on the question of the banning of alcoholic liquor and/or the policing of noisy and irresponsible celebrants, and the sharply divided opinion as to what was regarded as "a good time" was becoming a perpetual bone of contention without any enduring satisfaction being reached.
+The Coast & Mountain delegate felt no good purpose was served by a continuance as the gathering was poorly attended, having regard to the total membership of the Federated Clubs. The recurrent recriminations, unpleasant and futile, at subsequent Council meetings on the question of the banning of alcoholic liquor and/or the policing of noisy and irresponsible celebrants, and the sharply divided opinion as to what was regarded as "a good time" was becoming a perpetual bone of contention without any enduring satisfaction being reached.
 There are, however, many points to be considered. One is that some of the smaller clubs do not appear to have their own annual camp or reunion, and so make the Federation Reunion an occasion for celebration. As clubs cannot be compelled to have a private reunion, this fills a want and brings all the club together. Again, many of the smaller clubs do not possess the inherent ability to hold the interest of the members who become married and whose walking activities are curtailed. As a result, a large percentage of the assembly at the Reunion is composed of young walkers without the more sober influence of the "old hands", so a display of lively spirits may be expected. By our suggesting ways and means of holding the smaller and more recently-formed clubs together, they will have more balance and at the same time a greater membership. The abandonment of the Reunion would be a serious blow to such clubs.
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 In my opinion, any move to discontinue the Reunion would be a regrettable retrograde step, as any function which gets people out into the bush is a good thing for the walking movement. Some folk in our club don't like going to Federation functions for some reason known only to themselves. There is no doubt each club endeavours to camp within its own group, and as a consequence little social intercourse takes place. This is entirely due to the failure of successive camp-committees in even thinking of attempting to evolve a scheme whereby walkers from different clubs may get to know one another. Therefore positive, not negative action, is needed. If it has failed in the past, there is no necessity for a repetition in the future. This club is experienced enough to be able to make some suggestions to improve the position.
-There is no doubt many of our members have been burnt-off from attending again owing to unseemely behaviour of a minority from other clubs. To put in an appearance, and act in a sober but pleasant manner, should be a good example, even if we do lose a little sleep.
+There is no doubt many of our members have been burnt-off from attending again owing to unseemly behaviour of a minority from other clubs. To put in an appearance, and act in a sober but pleasant manner, should be a good example, even if we do lose a little sleep.
 Our Club Object No.2 is to form an institution of __mutual__ aid in regard to the appreciation of the great outdoors. This aid can just as easily be applied outside the Club to others, and in fact the object does not limit it to our own members. We would therefore be failing in our duty to vote for the abandonment of the Federation Reunion.
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 === Search and Rescue Section: ===
-The Search and Rescue Practice week-end in the Wheeney Creek area was attended by 13 walkers from various  clubs. The exercise was primarily an excercise in radio communication in conjunction with the Amateur Radio Club. The organizers were disappointed at the poor roll-up.
+The Search and Rescue Practice week-end in the Wheeney Creek area was attended by 13 walkers from various  clubs. The exercise was primarily an exercise in radio communication in conjunction with the Amateur Radio Club. The organizers were disappointed at the poor roll-up.
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 Geof Wagg's small and select party on the Shoalhaven found the river up, but had no trouble. They went down from Tallong and ended up at Kangaroo Valley township, having come up the Kangaroo from the junction.
-We hear a party of 21 from the Catholic Buhwalkers became very ill on the "Dogs" after having drunk the Cox River water unboiled. With the vast amount of "fresh" in the river this is somewhat surprising, but a pointer to the necessity to boil the Cox water.
+We hear a party of 21 from the Catholic Bushwalkers became very ill on the "Dogs" after having drunk the Cox River water unboiled. With the vast amount of "fresh" in the river this is somewhat surprising, but a pointer to the necessity to boil the Cox water.
 Blue Gum saw a few who desired an easy way for Easter. However their rest was disturbed by clouds of mosquitos which worried them a great deal. A large area of the Forest floor is covered with sand, indicating the great height to which the water rose in the record rains. Many trees have fallen, and our diversion anti-bank erosion dam has been disturbed. What, another Working Bee?
-The prospect of a long car journey to the Warrumbungles did not deter Dot Butler and her party of 15. Highlights of the trip were the climbing of Belougerie under intrepid weather conditions, and failure on Crater Bluff due to rain at just the wrong moment. Pat Sullivan's name was found in the can in the cairn on top of Belougerie. Another trip there is propoeed for next Easter, perhaps by 'plane.
+The prospect of a long car journey to the Warrumbungles did not deter Dot Butler and her party of 15. Highlights of the trip were the climbing of Belougerie under intrepid weather conditions, and failure on Crater Bluff due to rain at just the wrong moment. Pat Sullivan's name was found in the can in the cairn on top of Belougerie. Another trip there is proposed for next Easter, perhaps by 'plane.
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 We left Lithgow when I was ten, but five years later I was back on the Cox, with two friends, on my first camping trip. Equipped with blanket-roll swags, an 8 lb. tent, repeating rifles, and five hundred rounds each of ammunition, we spent a week at the foot of the Six Foot Track, during which time the rabbit and fox population was harried, if little reduced. I am pleased to report, however, that the native fauna was unscathed. Two of us liked the native animals and birds, though we had never heard of conservation, while the third, though unfettered by sentiment, had poor eyesight and unsteady aim.
-Since then hardly a year has passed that I haven't walked on the Cox at least once, and usually several times. I have seen it in flood, when the turgid waters have cut short our trips, and in drought, when the animals move down from the arid mountains for the last pickings of grass from the dry banks. Twice within this time it has stopped flowing. Once even the Kovmung was a series of dark luke-warm pools. But always the rains have come, the banks regained their verdure, and the clear water flowed again over the golden sand and the red and grey granite rocks.
+Since then hardly a year has passed that I haven't walked on the Cox at least once, and usually several times. I have seen it in flood, when the turgid waters have cut short our trips, and in drought, when the animals move down from the arid mountains for the last pickings of grass from the dry banks. Twice within this time it has stopped flowing. Once even the Kowmung was a series of dark luke-warm pools. But always the rains have come, the banks regained their verdure, and the clear water flowed again over the golden sand and the red and grey granite rocks.
 In our early trips the gorge below Megalong seemed wild and remote. When we reached the river and were enclosed by the barren, gravelly hillsides we felt that we were far from civilization. Although there were farms a few miles away, and train whistles could be heard on still nights, it didn't break the spell cast by the constant rushing sound of the river and the swish of wind in the casuarinas.
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 In the morning my first impression was of the emptiness of the valley. Gone were the farm people and the farm animals, though the valley was not quite deserted, as the distant sound of a heavy tractor or truck performing its task of destruction testified. Most of the hills had been cleared up to a level line above high water level. Opposite was a small hill with trees on top - evidently to become an island in the two-mile wide expanse of water. There was an eerie beauty about the condemned valley in its last days. For the first time since its occupation, some 120 years ago, there were no domestic animals or even rabbits to keep down the grass, and it clothed the open country in a rippling sward. As we moved up the valley there was no sound but that of the birds. Though the sun was hot there were no flies - probably because the animals had gone. The beginning of the Cedar Road had been bulldozed, but I was pleased to find that the bulldozer had stopped at the high water line level leaving the old track unchanged above it.
-Our destination this time was Mount Cookem, which we reached in mid-afternoon. This mountain, at the Junction of the Cox and Kowmung, is a little down river from Morilla, and only about half the height. But it projects into the middle of the valley, and the combined effect of the mountains towering above and the gorge steeply to the river below, give perhaps an even better impression of the scale of the gorge. Being the only non-photographer I was, of course, the foreground for the other three - all colour enthusiasts. The photographs took some time, a fact of which I was glad as it gave me time to enjoy the scenery while balanced on various vantage points. As the cameras clicked my thoughts strayed. Being opposed to most forms of "progress", in particular those which interfere with my walking, it was natural that they should revert to the past. For how long had the valley looked just as it did now, with the same folds in the mountains, the same rivers, creeks and cliffs, the same bush - if not the ideutical trees? Even in the language of geology the Kowmung and the Cox are described as ancient streams. At least one geologist, Frank Craft, believes that the Kowmung, the Cox and the Wollondilly once flowed north, over what is now the Main Divide, to the Turon, a tributory of the Macquarie. But for longer than anyone knows, or can imagine, the streams have been cutting down into the rising land to the east, carving out the upper Cox gorge and the Burragorang valley and making the comparatively straight and recent gash which is the Warragamba Gorge. Compared with geological time, man's evolution from the ape has been very recent - a mere few hundred thousand years compared with some hundreds of millions. By the time man's precursors had lost their tails and were able to stand erect, and perhaps even look upon this valley, it was much as it is now. Then as now the rainfall on the Southern Blue Mountains drained into the river and flowed down to the sea at Broken Bay. In comparison with these countless ages the arrival of the white man, and the changes he was bringing to the valley occupied but an instant of time. So short, in fact, that I __could__ imagine it. The valley had been known and settled for only the span of two ordinary lifetimes, and for more than a quarter of this time I had known it. Since it was discovered, probably by Blaxland Lawson and Wentworth, a small area had been cleared. Some of the upper tributories had been dammed and the water passed back to the streams. Soon a new tributory would be added when the waters of the Fish River were reticulated to the mountain towns, to be used there and released into the Cox. These same waters, mingling with the purer tributories, would flow down to the weir at Warragamba, whence a portion of them would reach the sea by a new route. When the dam in finished they will seldom reach the sea by their ancient channel. Instead they will flow through a series of many branched pipes to a couple of million taps and cisterns, thence to be collected together again into large pipes and flow into the sea at North Head, Bondi and Maroubra. But the rains will fall and the river flow on to the sea.
+Our destination this time was Mount Cookem, which we reached in mid-afternoon. This mountain, at the Junction of the Cox and Kowmung, is a little down river from Morilla, and only about half the height. But it projects into the middle of the valley, and the combined effect of the mountains towering above and the gorge steeply to the river below, give perhaps an even better impression of the scale of the gorge. Being the only non-photographer I was, of course, the foreground for the other three - all colour enthusiasts. The photographs took some time, a fact of which I was glad as it gave me time to enjoy the scenery while balanced on various vantage points. As the cameras clicked my thoughts strayed. Being opposed to most forms of "progress", in particular those which interfere with my walking, it was natural that they should revert to the past. For how long had the valley looked just as it did now, with the same folds in the mountains, the same rivers, creeks and cliffs, the same bush - if not the identical trees? Even in the language of geology the Kowmung and the Cox are described as ancient streams. At least one geologist, Frank Craft, believes that the Kowmung, the Cox and the Wollondilly once flowed north, over what is now the Main Divide, to the Turon, a tributary of the Macquarie. But for longer than anyone knows, or can imagine, the streams have been cutting down into the rising land to the east, carving out the upper Cox gorge and the Burragorang valley and making the comparatively straight and recent gash which is the Warragamba Gorge. Compared with geological time, man's evolution from the ape has been very recent - a mere few hundred thousand years compared with some hundreds of millions. By the time man's precursors had lost their tails and were able to stand erect, and perhaps even look upon this valley, it was much as it is now. Then as now the rainfall on the Southern Blue Mountains drained into the river and flowed down to the sea at Broken Bay. In comparison with these countless ages the arrival of the white man, and the changes he was bringing to the valley occupied but an instant of time. So short, in fact, that I __could__ imagine it. The valley had been known and settled for only the span of two ordinary lifetimes, and for more than a quarter of this time I had known it. Since it was discovered, probably by Blaxland Lawson and Wentworth, a small area had been cleared. Some of the upper tributaries had been dammed and the water passed back to the streams. Soon a new tributary would be added when the waters of the Fish River were reticulated to the mountain towns, to be used there and released into the Cox. These same waters, mingling with the purer tributaries, would flow down to the weir at Warragamba, whence a portion of them would reach the sea by a new route. When the dam in finished they will seldom reach the sea by their ancient channel. Instead they will flow through a series of many branched pipes to a couple of million taps and cisterns, thence to be collected together again into large pipes and flow into the sea at North Head, Bondi and Maroubra. But the rains will fall and the river flow on to the sea.
 That night we camped at the junction of the Cox and Kowmung. Both rivers were flowing strong and clear. What the citizens of Sydney were going to do with all that sparkling water seemed just a shame.
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 Next day we followed the Cox down to McMahon's again. The bank and even the rough hillsides were covered with long green grass, while the warm November sun sent its shafts through the water to the rocks and gravel of the river bed. As the valley opened up below Kill's Defile the setting sun shone on the reds yellows and blues of the sandstone cliffs. Despite the even line of clearing on the lower slopes of the mountains, the upper portions were untouched. My thoughts strayed again, this time forwards. How long would the artificial lake last? How long would the river flow to Manly, Bondi and Maroubra instead of to Broken Bay? We prophets who know our business never set a date, but if I can't say when it will end, I don't need my crystal ball to see how. The dam cannot trap the water without being a settling pond for the silt. The time it will take to fill with silt will depend to some extent on how well vegetative cover is maintained on the catchment. Nobody has worked out how long siltation will take, but the time has been calculated for many American dams, on the basis of deposition to date. There, 250 years or more is considered a fairly substantial life for a dam.
-Many, however, are already completely silted, including 12 of those built to supply New York. Coming nearer home, a dam at Harden with a wall 42 feet high was conpletely silted in 17 years. When this happens to the Warragamba dam, a new dam or dams will be built further up stream - provided Sydney is still there; the way things are shaping there is a fair chance it won't be. Maybe the physicists will start an atomic fire they can't put out, or perhaps the atmosphere will be poisoned by radio activity or just plain old-fashioned smoke and fumes. Perhaps we will run out of the chemicals essential to our war against the insects and microbes and they will win. Or we may go the way of other cities that have exhausted the country of its stored fertility and readily available timber, ores and fuel. One way or another the time will come when the dam wall is no longer maintained. Water has an inevitable way of passing obstacles. Perhaps a faint seepage will gradually enlarge, or there will be a rock fall. The water will find its way round the wall. Slowly it will cut its way through the silt and drain the newly formed flats. The bush, which may prove more durable than us, will spread over them. The rains will fall on the mountains, the river, by that time having, perhaps, cut a foot or two deeper into the mountains, will flow on to Broken Bay, and, except for an old wall part way across the Warragamba Gorge, there will be no trace of the Water Board's lake.
+Many, however, are already completely silted, including 12 of those built to supply New York. Coming nearer home, a dam at Harden with a wall 42 feet high was completely silted in 17 years. When this happens to the Warragamba dam, a new dam or dams will be built further up stream - provided Sydney is still there; the way things are shaping there is a fair chance it won't be. Maybe the physicists will start an atomic fire they can't put out, or perhaps the atmosphere will be poisoned by radio activity or just plain old-fashioned smoke and fumes. Perhaps we will run out of the chemicals essential to our war against the insects and microbes and they will win. Or we may go the way of other cities that have exhausted the country of its stored fertility and readily available timber, ores and fuel. One way or another the time will come when the dam wall is no longer maintained. Water has an inevitable way of passing obstacles. Perhaps a faint seepage will gradually enlarge, or there will be a rock fall. The water will find its way round the wall. Slowly it will cut its way through the silt and drain the newly formed flats. The bush, which may prove more durable than us, will spread over them. The rains will fall on the mountains, the river, by that time having, perhaps, cut a foot or two deeper into the mountains, will flow on to Broken Bay, and, except for an old wall part way across the Warragamba Gorge, there will be no trace of the Water Board's lake.
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-The following has been posted to the Sydney Bushtalker by "Mouldy" Harrison, who thinks some of our readers may be interested to know what happens on the other side of the world.
+The following has been posted to the Sydney Bushwalker by "Mouldy" Harrison, who thinks some of our readers may be interested to know what happens on the other side of the world.
 ===== Government And The Geese. =====
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 The years rolled on. The atom was split. Meetings of the great were held in Washington and London to determine the use of nuclear power. After the war the British Government decided to lay down a programme of nuclear research. Then, in a major decision of policy, they decided that the Central Electricity Authority should embark on a programme of nuclear power stations. A White Paper was issued. The vast machine of government began to move. Sites were sought for nuclear power stations. One of the first sites found was at Bradwell in Essex. The Central Electricity Authority approached the Essex County Council for planning permission and their co-operation in building the station. The county council's planning committee let it be known that they were considering the proposal.
-The Essex Bird Watchin and Preservation Society objected. The site at Bradwell was only 1 1/2 miles from an area which, because of its wealth of bird life and popularity with bird-watchers, had been suggested as a nature reserve. Besides, the area included Dengie Flats where the Brent Goose has his winter home. The mighty machine of government faltered. The objection of the Essex Bird Watching and Preservation Society had to be looked into. The Brent Goose was declining in numbers and, stated the Society, "The proposed station would further aggravate the position." The Brent Goose indeed has a hard time of it. He already has to contend with a cannon-firing and bombing range in the middle of his winter home. Now he will have thr noiseless, smokeless wonder of nuclear power next door.
+The Essex Bird Watching and Preservation Society objected. The site at Bradwell was only 1 1/2 miles from an area which, because of its wealth of bird life and popularity with bird-watchers, had been suggested as a nature reserve. Besides, the area included Dengie Flats where the Brent Goose has his winter home. The mighty machine of government faltered. The objection of the Essex Bird Watching and Preservation Society had to be looked into. The Brent Goose was declining in numbers and, stated the Society, "The proposed station would further aggravate the position." The Brent Goose indeed has a hard time of it. He already has to contend with a cannon-firing and bombing range in the middle of his winter home. Now he will have the noiseless, smokeless wonder of nuclear power next door.
 The county council said, "We have carefully considered the matter in the light of the information supplied by the Authority and the objections received. With regard to the objections by the Essex Bird Watching and Preservation Society, although it is likely that the construction of the station may react unfavourably on the bird life in the neighbourhood we feel that, in view of the absence of smoke and noise usually associated with the conventional type of power station, once the building has been erected the effects might not be so serious as to justify our objecting on this ground."
-Perhaps the objectors were afraid the station might blow up, in which case it is highly likely that Dengie Flats would be obliterated. The county counoal, sitting at Chelmsford, could afford to take a calm and considered view.
+Perhaps the objectors were afraid the station might blow up, in which case it is highly likely that Dengie Flats would be obliterated. The county council, sitting at Chelmsford, could afford to take a calm and considered view.
 The Brent Goose will no doubt continue to winter in England where, even if he has no vote, he enjoys representation.
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 - Dot Butler.
-What a wonderful summer Walks Programme it has been, this one just expired; practically everything on it except walking! In addition to an Annual Reunion, a Swimming Carnival, Instructional week-ends and Family week-ends we have had a launch trip, a couple of bludge week-ends at Blue Gum, floating down the Cox on inflated inner tubes, caveing, gold-panning, rock-clibing.... and aqua-lunging.
+What a wonderful summer Walks Programme it has been, this one just expired; practically everything on it except walking! In addition to an Annual Reunion, a Swimming Carnival, Instructional week-ends and Family week-ends we have had a launch trip, a couple of bludge week-ends at Blue Gum, floating down the Cox on inflated inner tubes, caveing, gold-panning, rock-climbing.... and aqua-lunging.
 It was, of course, the engineers who started it. Pete and Garth got hold of an aqau-lung from some underwater spearfishing source and copied it. Now we have about half-a-dozen.
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-THE CALOOLA. CLUB .... [Founded 1945.1 ..a....
+===== The Caloola Club (Founded 1945) =====
-A Visit to The Warrumbungle and Yandewar Mountains during. May (approximately 12 days,.
+== A Visit to The Warrumbungle and Nandewar Mountains during May (approximately 12 days). ===
-      *
 From May 18th to 30th.
 Cost will be ten pounds covering transport and supply of food.
-The Club will supp ly most of the cooking, eating and camping equipment but not cutlery, bedding nor personal gear. Enquiry will indicate what is available.
+The Club will supply most of the cooking, eating and camping equipment but not cutlery, bedding nor personal gear. Enquiry will indicate what is available.
 Members of Party will be expected to serve on rosters for the preparation of food, cooking, clearing and other camp chores.
-The route will be across the Blue Mountains commencing FridOy May 18th, at 6.30 p.m. from the Clubroom, 31 Byron Street9
-Croydon. The first camp will be at the River Lett,
-Hartley Valley and the next in the Warrumbungle Mtns themselves. The day's run will be through Mudgee and the towns of the north western slopes. Time will be spent in the
-Warrumbungles visiting the many interesting peaks
-and volcanic features .. all part of a new National Park of 1)4.000 acres. After leaving the Warrumbungles the party will go through the Piliiga Scrub .. the best stand
-of Ironbark and Cypress Pine in N.S.W. ... to Narrabri.
-Near this town are the Fandewar Mtns, another interesting area of volcanic flows and butts. Some time will spent here, noting in particular, Mt Kaputar which is 5.000 feet high being
-capped with a little anowline flora. The return trip
-will be through Tamworth and the Hunter Valley.
-   a-  a. 0 *
-BOOKINGS SHOULD BE MADE WITHOUT DELAY. A REGISTRATION FEE OF 2/6d IS REQUIRED FROM ALL NON-MEMBERS OF THE CLUB.
-Please pay a deposit of ,C3/-1.- by Monday, May 114th.
-Bookings: Mrs E.M. Dingeldei, 42 Byron Street, Croydon, UA2983. Enqudries at above or with A.A. Strom at WB 2528.
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+The route will be across the Blue Mountains commencing Friday May 18th, at 6.30 p.m. from the Clubroom, 31 Byron Street, Croydon. The first camp will be at the River Lett, Hartley Valley and the next in the Warrumbungle Mtns themselves. The day's run will be through Mudgee and the towns of the north western slopes. Time will be spent in the Warrumbungles visiting the many interesting peaks and volcanic features... all part of a new National Park of 14,000 acres. After leaving the Warrumbungles the party will go through the Pilliga Scrub... the best stand of Ironbark and Cypress Pine in N.S.W. ... to Narrabri. Near this town are the Nandewar Mtns, another interesting area of volcanic flows and butts. Some time will spent here, noting in particular, Mt Kaputar which is 5,000 feet high being capped with a little snowline flora. The return trip will be through Tamworth and the Hunter Valley.
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-NEW ZEALAND INFLUENCE
 - John Bookluck
-Our New Zealand friends have shown us many desirable qualities and goods. For example, the Parka. Here is a combined
-windjacket and groundsheet of both economy and simplicity it design.
-It is styled along H-line pattern and. finishes 2" to 3" above the knee, thus offering complete walking freedom. Lady Bushwalkers you need not worry about waist, bust, hip or any other lines, thus youtre as desirable as the next.
-Bushwalkers, would you change into slacks in public?.
-- certainly a convenience often desired -
-then you need a PARKA, This unique property of the parka was recently revealed to me on
-an OliVICUIL TRIP. Whilst staring blankly into space my gaze was transfixed
-by a pair of shorts at the feet of a'New Zealand lass who stepped out of them and proceeded to step into slacks without the slightest concern or embarrassment.
-Thus the PARKA is another form of apparel which helps
-to keep bushwalkers in the
-neuter gender.
-REAR VIEW OF PARKA
-FRONT -- Sane as rear SIDE - Sane as front.
-EXTRACT FROM "THE MELBOURNE WALKING & TOURING CLUB"  WALKS PROGRAMME
+Our New Zealand friends have shown us many desirable qualities and goods. For example, the Parka. Here is a combined windjacket and groundsheet of both economy and simplicity it design.
-WALKERS I Psychoanalize yourself with the simple test. Score 10,000 points for each yes.
+It is styled along H-line pattern and finishes 2" to 3" above the knee, thus offering complete walking freedom. Lady Bushwalkers you need not worry about waist, bust, hip or any other lines, thus you're as desirable as the next.
+Bushwalkers, would you change into slacks in public? - certainly a convenience often desired - then you need a parka. This unique property of the parka was recently revealed to me on an official trip. Whilst staring blankly into space my gaze was transfixed by a pair of shorts at the feet of a New Zealand lass who stepped out of them and proceeded to step into slacks without the slightest concern or embarrassment.
+Thus the parka is another form of apparel which helps to keep bushwalkers in the neuter gender.
+[ Diagram of parka ]
+Rear view of parka.
+Front - Same as rear.
+Side - Same as front.
+----
+=== Extract from "the Melbourne Walking & Touring Club" Walks Programme. ===
+Walkers! Psychoanalize yourself with the simple test. Score 10,000 points for each yes.
 Do you like the Dandenongs in the Autumn? Yes. No.
 Do you like strolling along ferny bush tracks?
-Do you like lunching beside bubbling cascades? If you score less than 30,000 points you/re A. Painting the roof of your house
-Bo &native of New South Wales
+Do you like lunching beside bubbling cascades?
+If you score less than 30,000 points you're:
+A. Painting the roof of your house.
+B. __A native of New South Wales__.
 C. Wife won't let you go.
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-THE PUTT FAREWELL RARTY
+===== The Putt Farewell Party. =====
 - Dot Butler
 A Farewell Party to Colin and Jane was held at the Madden's place on the Tuesday night before Anzac Day, the idea being that the participants would have all next day to recover, which showed great foresight on the part of the organisers and their deep knowledge of bushwalkers' behaviour at parties - and after.
-The first arrivals at 7 p.m. found Stan under the shower and Jenny half dressed and icing cakes. It didn't take much grey
-matter to realise that our arrival was a bit premature, but we
+The first arrivals at 7 p.m. found Stan under the shower and Jenny half dressed and icing cakes. It didn't take much grey matter to realise that our arrival was a bit premature, but we made amends by helping prepare the fruit punch. Jean and Grace and Judy and Dot with painstaking care cut the fruit into elegant tiny cubes and put it in glass dishes to await the ice which was coming per motorbike with Pete Stitt. When Snow arrived, "Ah, fruit punch!" says Snow, "You put it through the vitamiser." So the vitamiser was revved up to full speed ahead and all the coloured cubic jewels were put in and reduced to a horrible "have-you-had-it-yet-or-are-you-going-to" consistency with froth on the top, and dumped into Jenny's nappy pail, which fortunately she had scoured out beforehand, there to await the arrival of Stitt with the other essential ingredients.
-made amends by helping prepare the fruit punch. Jean and Grace and Judy and Dot with painstaking care cut the fruit into elegant tiny cubes and put it in glass dishes to await the ice which was coming per motorbike with Pete Stitt. When Snow arrived, "kh, fruit punch2" says Snow, "You put it through the vitamiser." So
-the vitamiser was revved up to full speed ahead and all the
+Meanwhile Geof and Alan and Ross and George and the rest of the boys were outside helping Stan get the barbecue coals glowing. Jenny watched with some heartburning as the scraps of timber were thrown on the fire and consumed by the flames - all waste bits and pieces left over when they built their home, and each piece bearing a memory of the past. "We're just burning money when we burn this," said Stan, throwing on a heap of tail ends of flooring boards.
-coloured cubic jewels were put in and reduced to a horrible
-"have-you-had-it-yet-or-are-you-going-to" consistency with froth on the top, and dumped into Jenny's nappy pail, which fortunately
+Most people get lost when they go to the Maddens'. After spiralling round the whole of Eastwood you eventually find the place by going up a road whose lower extremity is called Wishart St., but which changes its name at the waist line to Norma Avenue. This name it keeps for the upper extremity, and on its left hand shoulder you find the Madden's place sitting, garnished with gum trees and kangaroo paws, only you can't see the latter in the dark.
-she had scoured out beforehand, there to await the arrival of Stitt with the other essential ingredients.
-Meanwhile Geof and Alan and Ross and George and the rest of the boys were outside helping Stan get the barbecue coals glowing.
+We were all waiting on Hooper. He had said he was going to be early and bring a tape recorder and get a recording of the whole show from beginning to end. We had visions of him corkscrewing round the dark streets wondering why the moon was never in the same place twice, and Stan was just thinking of organising a Search & Rescue when Hooper himself arrived with tape-recorder at the ready. We had barely time to get it set up in the garage and those present heard the voice of James Hooper Esquire of Station 2 SBW introducing the show, when with a loud blaring of its horn the Puttmobile arrived. The sound of its motor was dubbed in by the simple subterfuge of starting up the Madden Holden which was already in situ in the garage. There were loud recorded cheers from the primed up multitude as the Putts roared down the drive and were duly welcomed within pick-up radius of the microphone.
-Jenny watched with some heartburning as the scraps of tirber were
-thrown on the fire and consumed by the flames - all waste bits
+Next down the path comes a moth-eaten Renault (to think that was new once!) and out step Snow and Garth who have to be lured in front of the microphone to say their piece and answer pertinent questions on the subject of gin.
-and pieces left over when they built their home, and each pfece bearing a memory of the past. "We're just burning money when we
-burn this," said Stan, throwing on a heap of tail ends of
+what's this roaring velocipede backfiring to a standstill in front of the garage? What else could it be but the Stitt motor-bike. Little Johnnie Nopants, aged 1 3/4, turned his wide guileless eyes towards his mother; "It thmelths," he said. Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings cometh wisdom - or truth, or what-have-you. Still, we could have told you the same ourselves, Pete showed a great reluctance to facing the microphone; "I deny everything," he said. (It must be dreadful to have a guilty conscience, says Geof.)
-flooring boards.
-Most people get lost when they go to the Maddens'. After
+By this time some 20 odd guests had arrived (odd is the right words), so they adjourned to the house for a fashion parade and a notoriously fashion-conscious femme was given the job of compereing the show.
-spiralling round the whole of Eastwood you eventually find the place by going up a road whose lower extremity is called Wishart Ste, but which changes its name at the waist line to Norma Avenue. This name it keeps for the upper extremity, and on its left hand shoulder you find the Madden's place sitting, garnished with gum
-trees and kangaroo paws, only you can't see the latter in the dark.
+Then outside to throw balls at each other and scuffle round on the rolling greensward - there is no other name for the immaculate Madden lawns. Seeing that Stan chases a motor mower 20 miles each day round the local lawns, he must keep his own in fine condition as an advertisement. "No wonder Stan is such a good walker," says Colin. "With all that exercise he must be fighting fit." "I am," says Stan, "But Gee, so's the mower!"
-We were all waiting on Hooper, He had said he was going to be early and bring a tape recorder and get a recording of the whole show from beginning to end. We had visions of him corkscrewing round the dark streets wondering why the moon was never in the
-same place twice, and Stan was just thinking of organising a Search & Rescue when Hooper himself arrived with tape-recorder at the
+Meanwhile no one was neglecting the two pails of fruit punch with icebergs floating in them nine-tenths submerged. Mugs were handy to bail it out and glasses were kept filled, and fun and laughter filled the night.
-ready. We had barely time to get it set up in the garage and those
-present heard the voice of James Hooper Esquire of Station 2 SBW introducing the show, when with a loud blaring of its horn the Puttmobile arrived. The sound of its motor was dabbed in by the simple subterfuge of starting up the Madden Holden which was already in situ in the garage. There were loud recorded cheers
+A red glow of coals now awaited the cooks, so a flattened-out fire screen was erected on four waiting pipe supports and the chops and steak and sausages were laid thereon and cooked by the time Jenny arrived with plates of bread and butter.
-from the primed up multitude as the Putts roared down the drive and
-. were duly welcomed within pick-up radius of the microphone.
+Then as we at on our groundsheets in front of the fire eating, the tape-recorded was switched on and various vocal items were recorded starting at the lowest end of the scale with Colin's rendering of "Jean Batiste Esquire", through Ross and Yvonne's part singing and Garth's sad song of despair "Lift me up Tenderly", and soaring up to the glorious heights (?) of Geof and Heather's duet from the Golden Screw. (If you don't think this description is apt you can blame the recorder; somehow it didn't sound quite the same when we played it back, but you're all going to be given an opportunity of hearing it one Wednesday night.)
-Next down the path comes a moth-eaten Renault (to think that was new once!) and out step Snow and Garth who have to be lured
-in front of the microphone to say their piece and answer pertinent questions on the subject of gin.
+About midnight when everyone was just warming up nicely, what with punch and fire and medicine ball and common or garden scruffing, Jane and Yvonne were overcome by a wicked impulse and turned the garden hose on us. Hell's teeth! The screams of blue murder and imprecations hurled at the heads of our guest of honour and her confederate! - and you'd think butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. It didn't take long to overpower the insurgents. The boys took the hose away and hid it in the woodpile and we all settled down to a second or third supper of chocolate cake and tea while we forgave them.
-what's this roaring velocipede backfiring to a standstill in front of the garage? What else could it be but the Stitt motor-bike. Little Johnnie Nopants9 aged 171, turned his wide
-o  guileless eyes towards his mother; it thmelths," he said. Out of the Mouth of babes and sucklings cometh wisdom - or truth,
+Then the Putts and their passengers had to leave for home as there was still a lot of Putt packing to be done before Jane's departure the next day. We rallied out the front and all stood on the wall in a row like shags in the fair fine night and watched them set out, Colin and Jane sitting up like royalty on the high front seat with little Margaret between them parping gaily on the horn and baby Gerard asleep in his netted pram lashed fast in the back between the Wilsons and the Renwicks who were seated in comfort on the new inner spring mattresses presented as a parting gift for the Puttmobile (at least we'll travel soft on future trips in the infernal machine) - and we thought what a fine wholesome young family are the Putts and isn't it good they'll be coming back again next August to dwell once more among us.
-or what-have-you. Still, we could have told you the same ourselves, Pete showed a great reluctance to facing the microphone; "I deny everything," he said. (It must be dreadful to have a guilty conscience, says Goof.)
-By this time some 20 odd guests had arrived (odd is the right words), so they adjourned to the house for a fashion parade and a notoriously fashion-conscious fenme was given the job of compereing the show.
+What filled in the rest of the night only Bushwalkers know, but by the time the light seemed to be taking on a different glow and a few little twittering birds were making odd flutterings in the scribbly gums and pawpaw trees we took a look at a watch and found it was, surprisingly, 4 a.m. So we laid out our mattresses and eiderdowns and cushions round the fire, then lay in our sleeping bags on our backs for a while looking up at the heavens. A full moon lit up a skyful of white clouds which made a tessellated pattern like breaking ice floes over its whole expanse, and down channels of blue space between the floes stars floated, impelled by some great skyey current ever towards the west.
-Then outside to throw balls at each other and scuffle round on the rolling greensward - there is no other name for the immaculate Madden lawns. Seeing that Stan chases a motor mower 20 miles each day round the local lawns, he must keep his own in fine condition as an advertisement. "No wonder Stan is Such a
-good walker," says Colin. "With all that exercise he must be fighting fit." "I am," says Stan, But Gee, so's the mower!"
- Meanwhile no one was neglecting the two pails of fruit punch with icebergs floating in them nine-tenths submerged. Mugs were handy to ball it out and glasses were kept filled, and fun and laughter filled the night.
-A red glow of coals now awaited the cooks, so a flattened- out fire screen was erected on four waiting pipe supports and the chope and steak and Sausages were laid thereon and cooked by the time Jenny arrived with plates of bread and butter.
-Then as we at on our groundsheets in front of the fire eating, the tape-recorded was switched on and various vocal items were recorded starting at the lowest end of the scale with Colin's rendering of "Jean Batiste Esquire", through Ross and Yvonne's part singing and Garth's sad song of despair "Lift /716 up Tenderly", and soaring up to the glorious heights (?) of Geof and Heather's duet from the Golden Screw. (If you don't think this description is apt you canb lame the recorder; somehow it didn't sound quite the same when we played it back, but you're all going to be given an opportunity of hearing it one Wednesday night.)
-About midL.!Lght when everyone was just warming up nicely, what with punch and fire and medicine ball and common or garden scruffing, Jane and Yvonne were overcome by a wicked impulse and turned the garden hose on us. Hell's teeth: The screams of
-blue murder and imprecations hurled at the heads of our guest ef honour and her confederatel - and you'd think butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. It didn't take long to overpower the insurgents. The boys took the hose away and hid it in the voodpile and we all settled down to a second or third supper of chocolate cake and tea while we forgave them.
-Then the Putts and their passengers had to leave for home as
-there was still a lot of Putt packing to be done before Jane's departure the next day e We rallied out the front and all stood on the wall in a row like shags in the fair fine night and watched them set out, Colin and Jane sitting up like royalty on the high front seat with little Margaret between them parping gaily on the
-horn and baby Gerard asleep in his netted pram lashed fast in the
-back between the Wilson s and the Renwick  who were seated in comfort on the new inner spring mattresses presented as a parting gift for the Puttmobile (at least we'll travel soft on future trips in the infernal machine) - and we thought what a fine
-wholesome young family are the Putts and isn't it good they'll be coming back again next August to dwell once more among us.
-What filled in the rest of the night only Bushwalkers know, but by the time the light seemed to be taking on a different glow
-and a few little twittering birds were making odd flutterings
-in the scribbly gums and pawpaw trees we took a look at a watch
-snd found it was, surprisingly, 4 a.m. So we laid out our mattresses
-and eiderdowns and cushions round the fire, then lay in our sleeping bags on our backs for a while looking up at the heavens. A full
-moon lit up a skyful of white clouds which made a tessellated
-pattern like breaking ice floes over its whole expanse, and down channels of blue space between the floes stars floated, impelled by some great skyey current ever towards the west,
 One by one we drifted Off to sleep, all thirteen of us welded into one happy whole, with our companions' breath warm on the back of our necks.
-And in the silence, like some last late bird came the plaintive voice of Snow protesting that he didn't see why people had to go to sleep on such a glorious night and why wouldn't someone stay
-awake to talk to him.
+And in the silence, like some last late bird came the plaintive voice of Snow protesting that he didn't see why people had to go to sleep on such a glorious night and why wouldn't someone stay awake to talk to him.
-. EXTRA ODDS AND ENDS:
-Just to show how Sunday walks are increasing in popularity, on Brian Harvey's recent Sunday walk from Mt. hUring-gai there were 17 members, 1 viSitor and 2 children, and they all enjoyed themselves thProughly.
+----
-A COUPLE OF EXTRA EASTER TRIPS TO REPORT:
-Ernie French, Frank Leyden and Bill Cosgrove set out to
+=== Extra odds and ends. ===
-%  explore new country in the Nandewar ranges. They travelled by train both ways, end unfortunately struck all the bad weather that the Warrumbunglers were able to slough off on the second day.
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+Just to show how Sunday walks are increasing in popularity, on Brian Harvey's recent Sunday walk from Mt. Kuring-gai there were 17 members, 1 visitor and 2 children, and they all enjoyed themselves thoroughly.
-.410.000
-Paddy, with a party of 8, had a very pleasant Easter in the CaStle. Rock region. There are nine million six hundred and severity two thousand three hundred and eighty six leeches in the area, and they met them all. Paddy enjoyed the trip So much he has promised to write it up for the Bushwalker Magazine for next" Month - or the month after - or the month after that -
+----
-well, anyhow, if he gets time he will. We'll be waiting on the postman, Paddy.
-0000
+=== A couple of extra Easter trips to report: ===
-SOCIAL NOTICE
-po YOU KNOW WHERE TEE KARAKORAM IS?
+Ernie French, Frank Leyden and Bill Cosgrove set out to explore new country in the Nandewar ranges. They travelled by train both ways, and unfortunately struck all the bad weather that the Warrumbunglers were able to slough off on the second day.
-NEITHER DID I TILL I LOOKED IT UP IN AN ATLAS.
-IT IS A RANGE OF MOUNTAINS BETWEEN SINKIANG AND KA.SHMIRE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE THE  PLACE?
+Paddy, with a party of 8, had a very pleasant Easter in the Castle Rock region. There are nine million six hundred and severity two thousand three hundred and eighty six leeches in the area, and they met them all. Paddy enjoyed the trip so much he has promised to write it up for the Bushwalker Magazine for next month - or the month after - or the month after that - well, anyhow, if he gets time he will. We'll be waiting on the postman, Paddy.
-DON'T WAIT TILL YOU WIN THE LOTTERY. COME ALONG TD THE CLUB ROOM ON WEDNESDAY, 16th May, 56 AND SEE IT FOR YOURSELF0 COLOUR SLIDES BY GARTH'S FRIEND SAAED!,_
-AN OMISSION FR94 FEDERATION REPORT:
+----
-The Federation will send a representative to the NEW SETTLERS' LEAGUE to assist New Australians to understand the TTETEners, attitude to the bushIands.
-'
+=== Social Notice - do you know where the Krarkoram is? ===
-ARE YOU SNOWBOUND THIS WINTER?
-OR 11RE YOU BOUND FOR THE SNOW?
+Neither did I till I looked it up in an atlas. It is a range of mountains between Sinkiang and Kashmire. Would you like to see the place? Don't wait till you win the lottery. Come along to the Club Room on Wednesday, 16th May, 1956 and see it for yourself.
-PADDY HAS THE WORKS!
+Colour slides by Garth's friend, Saaed.
+----
+=== An omission from Federation Report: ===
+The Federation will send a representative to the N__New Settlers' League__ to assist New Australians to understand the bushwalkers' attitude to the bushlands.
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+===== Paddy Made. =====
+=== Are you snowbound this winter? Or are you bound for the snow? ===
+Paddy has the works!
 Ash skiis for the lower income group and fibre-glass skiis for the mechanised-transport wallahs.
-Stocks and bindings
+Stocks and bindings and mitts and gloves and everything.
-and mitts and gloves and everything.
+Come and inspect or ring for price list to be sent.
 Phone: MB 2685
-PADDY PAUL
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+Castlereagh St., Sydney.
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