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 |At Our December Meeting|Alex Colley| 2| |At Our December Meeting|Alex Colley| 2|
 |The Great Wade|"​Jaybee"​| 4| |The Great Wade|"​Jaybee"​| 4|
-|Salami - Cabernossi - 54"​|Liverwart"​| 8|+|Salami - Cabernossi - 54"|"Liverwart"​| 8|
 |My Love's the Mountains|Dot Butler| 9| |My Love's the Mountains|Dot Butler| 9|
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-THE GREAT MADE +===== The Great Wade. ===== 
-"​Jaybee"​+ 
 +"​Jaybee"​
 Only once before, and that in my first writing for the magazine, more years ago than I care to remember, have I felt impelled to use a pen name. Come to think of it, that was about a trip on the Colo River, too, but I then used a pseudonym because I was bashful, not for fear of the consequences. Only once before, and that in my first writing for the magazine, more years ago than I care to remember, have I felt impelled to use a pen name. Come to think of it, that was about a trip on the Colo River, too, but I then used a pseudonym because I was bashful, not for fear of the consequences.
-Because, since the occasion of the Great Made I have learned that some fifty years ago, the purists amongst mountaineers so deplored the use of pitons that the chappie who employed them was a cad, unfit to belong to any gentlemanly Alpine Club: while twenty years later, there was great dissension on the sporting virtue of using bottled ​axygen ​on Himalayan peaks. + 
-Now there'​s nothing in the Code of Ethics to outlaw what I did - what I induced the whole of an official party to do, but who shall say that my unorthodox method of walking along the Colo River is acceptable? - let alone commendable?​ In the ranks of the Ingersoll Hall Chairborne walkers may not some cry out "Oaf- would Max Gentle and Gordon Smith have so lessened their torment on the Colo?" No, for the sake of the party, let us be anonymous. If there be shame in what we did, let us at least be the guilty unknown. +Because, since the occasion of the Great Wade I have learned that some fifty years ago, the purists amongst mountaineers so deplored the use of pitons that the chappie who employed them was a cad, unfit to belong to any gentlemanly Alpine Club: while twenty years later, there was great dissension on the sporting virtue of using bottled ​oxygen ​on Himalayan peaks. 
-After promising to be a large party, there was a dwindling in the ranks until finally we were only six as we broke camp near the eastern end of Culoul Range on a fresh November Saturday morning, and climbed into A's land Rover. + 
-The timber road was more or less traffic able for another four miles, but it was +Now there'​s nothing in the Code of Ethics to outlaw what I did - what I induced the whole of an official party to do, but who shall say that my unorthodox method of walking along the Colo River is acceptable? - let alone commendable?​ In the ranks of the Ingersoll Hall Chairborne walkers may not some cry out "Oaf- would Max Gentle and Gordon Smith have so lessened their torment on the Colo?" No, for the sake of the party, let us be anonymous. If there be shame in what we did, let us at least be the guilty unknown. 
-still only 7.15 when J pointed to a familiar side track, and me stopned ​and alighted, and upped packs. + 
-We passed four hours in a journey along ridges bearing a general resemblance to much of the Blue Labyrinth, save that from the occasional high points, the country ahead, and to left and right, so far as one could see on +After promising to be a large party, there was a dwindling in the ranks until finally we were only six as we broke camp near the eastern end of Culoul Range on a fresh November Saturday morning, and climbed into A's land Rover. The timber road was more or less trafficable ​for another four miles, but it was still only 7.15 when J pointed to a familiar side track, and we stopped ​and alighted, and upped packs. 
-this bright morning, was a chaotic wilderness. In the Labyrinth you can + 
-usually glimpse bits of Blue Mountain settlement or even the coastal ​nlain. Once we passed over a lofty point, richly grassed - some sort of volcanic intrusion of the kind that is often associated with the tops in the Northern Blue Mountains, but mostly we traversed a featurless spur, with stunted ​sand- +We passed four hours in a journey along ridges bearing a general resemblance to much of the Blue Labyrinth, save that from the occasional high points, the country ahead, and to left and right, so far as one could see on this bright morning, was a chaotic wilderness. In the Labyrinth you can usually glimpse bits of Blue Mountain settlement or even the coastal ​plain. Once we passed over a lofty point, richly grassed - some sort of volcanic intrusion of the kind that is often associated with the tops in the Northern Blue Mountains, but mostly we traversed a featurless spur, with stunted ​sandstone ​country vegetation. 
-stone country vegetation. + 
-Eleven thirtyish, we cane to the rim above Wollemi Creek, and from one +Eleven thirtyish, we came to the rim above Wollemi Creek, and from one of the cliffy outcrops looked down on a small, discoloured stream ​winding ​between steep, but not sheer, walls. Perhaps half a mile down, through an almost imperceptible rift in the chewed-up landscape, the clear waters of the Capertee entered and we were looking down on the birth of the Colo. 
-of the cliffy outcrops looked down on a small, discoloured stream ​minding ​between steep, but not sheer, walls. Perhaps half a mile down, through an almost + 
-imperceptible rift in the chewed-up landscape, the clear waters of the Capertee +Intrepid types would no doubt have been down in half an hour or so, for the total descent would not have been greatly over 1,200 feet, but we were a cautious party and worked down from shelf to shelf and level to level, while I sweated considerably,​ and once sent a cascade of small rubble down towards C and H in front of me. Then we were down on a bank of baked and cracked mud and drinking absurdly luke-warm water from the Wollemi. 
-entered and we were looking down on the birth of the Colo. + 
-Intrepid types would no doubt have been down in half nhour or so, for +The leader, who "had been there several times before",​ assured us there should ​be good cool clear water for lunch at the junction of Munai Creek coming in from the north west a few hundred yards downstream. Having located one puddle of yellow-grey mud, we drew from the earthy-looking,​ tepid Wollemi after all. Most of the party bathed in the large waterhole in the Wollemi close by, getting an involuntary mud-pack treatment ​up to the thighs in the process, and I idly recalled Johnny Bookluck once asseverating that Tasmanian mud clung under his toe nails for six months. Of course, that was before our Great Wade. 
-the total descent would not have been greatly over 1,200 feet, but we were a + 
-cautious party and worked down from shelf to shelf and level to level, while I sweated considerably,​ and once sent a cascade of small rubble down towards +Forty minutes or so after lunch, and a bit over half a mile down the Wollemi, we came to the Capertee, and therefore, the Colo. (I still think the Colo should start five miles above, at the confluence of Wolgan and Capertee, but then, cartographers are highly irresponsible people.) 
-C and H in front of me. Then we were down on a bank of bakedand ​cracked mud and drinking absurdly luke-warm water from the Mrcalemi+ 
-The leader, who "had been there several times before",​ assured us there +The Capertee, glary be, was warm and crystal clear, and only about six inches deep, flowing over an expanse ​of gritty yellow sand. It came out of a tortuous looking rift between stained and shaggy walls. It looked wild. I knew a little satisfaction at being in a spot where comparatively few walkers had gone, though only seventy miles from Sydney and about five or six hours walking time from a highway. 
-Could be good cool clear water for lunch at the junction of Munai Creek coming in from the north west a few hundred yards downstream. Having located one puddle of yellow-grey mud, we drew from the earthy-looking,​ tepid Wollemi after + 
-all. Most of the party bathed in the large waterhole in the Wollemi close by, getting an involuntary mud-packtreatment ​up to the thighs in the process, and +Another dip for those who wanted to, and the leader said we now had between four or five miles down river to cover. It may be necessary to do the lot that afternoon if we wanted a tolerable camp site. About three o'​clock we moved, and I counted on my fingers; four miles, say, at a mile an hour, which should be good pace on the Colo. That made it seven pip emma and just on dark. But, said the leader, if a worthy camp site appeared after say, five o'​clock,​ we'd take it. 
-I idly recalled Johnny Bookluck once asseverating that Tasmanian mud clung under his toe nails for six months. Of course, that was before our Great Wade. + 
-Forty minutes or so after lunch, and a bit over half a mile down the Wollemi, we came to the Capertee, and therefore, the Colo. (I still think +I suppose we continued down the west bank of the Colo for half a mile or so: the gorge had closed in, and although the cliffs on each side were broken enough to offer endless scaling opportunities to the intrepid, they wouldn'​t be my cup of tea. The river itself was very well behaved, however, gliding its sinuous, shiny way only a few inches deep over its sandy bed. The banks we followed were rough, but not desperately so, and I remembered the Colo eleven years before and about fifteen miles lower down, and decided to agree with the opinion of Alex Colley in the October magazine that flooding and erosion higher up has eased the travail of walkers on the Colo, by comparison with earlier trips there. 
-the Colo should start five miles above, at the confluence of Wolgan and Capertee, but then, cartographers are highly irresponsible people.) + 
-The Capertee, glary be, waS warm and crystal clear, and only about six inches deep, flowing over an Expanse ​of gritty yellow sand. It came out of a tortuous looking rift between stained and shaggy walls. It looked wild. +I had been eyeing the gentle looking stream, and presently could bear it no more. Flinging away my reputation as a walker like a winter garment of repentance, I mumbled to H, who was nearest and would know what I meant, "​I'​m going to do a Green Wattle",​ and strode into and DOWN the centre of the Colo. 
-I knew a little satisfaction at being in a spot where comparatively few walkers had gone, though only seventy miles from Sydney and about five or six hours walking time from a highway. + 
- ​Another dip for those who wanted to, and the leader said we now had between four or five miles down river to cover. It may be necessary to do the lot that afternoon if we wanted a tolerable camp site. About three o'​clock we moved, and I counted on my fingers; four miles, say, at a mile an hour, which should be good pace on the Colo. That made it seven pip emma and just on dark. But, said the leader, if a worthy camp site appeared after say, five o'​clock,​ we'd take it. +Very soon my sandshoes and socks filled with gravelly sand, so I peeled them off, put them dripping in the top of my 'pack, and splashed happily on, barefoot. At the first rough patch of bank, I outstripped the earth-bound party, and then H joined me. 
-+ 
-FOR ALL YOUR TRANSPORT PROBLEMS +Joyously we splashed and bounded along. D and then C followed suit. Here and there were unexpected, innocent-looking ​patches ​of quick sand, and in one stride you could be up to the knees, the thighs, the hips in three inches of water and one or two feet of sand with the consistency of porridge. Undeterred, we bowled noisily downstream, and presently even A and J, in whom tradition died hard, were sloshing and sinking and sloshing again. It became an accepted routine, after negotiating a particularly soggy or extensive strip of quick sand, to perch on a rock or sand bank and watch the tail wallow through, with some not-too-accurate shouted advice on the positions where the quick sand was quickest; and considerable ribald hilarity. 
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-ANY HOUR - DAY or NIGHT +The means of extricating ourselves from the gorge was at the outlet of Boorai Creek, just opposite, and when it began to drizzle under an overcast ​sky on Sunday ​morning, there was no real incentive to dwell by the river. About nine we started ​on the hill, stopped a time at the crest to go to the rim and look down into the ravine and across to Mount Barrakee, and heaven knows what else on the west, then struck off along the labyrinthine ridges again. 
-'​PHONE:​ Blackheath W4.59 or 1N151 BOOING C17ICE. 4, from Gardners Int + 
-(LOOK FOR THE NEON SIG, +Standard ridge walking, rejoining the trunk of the Culoul Range about three miles from the road, filled the rest of that day until at 3.15 we came again to the Land Rover. 
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-LARGE OR SMALL PARTIES CATERED FOR +Overall, and considering that we walked in one of the least frequented ​parts of coastal New South Wales, it was an entirely uneventful trip. Why, it wasn't even as rough as I'd expected, although still qualifying for "some of the roughest country in the State" (and no apologies to the local Press). 
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-I suppose we continued down the west bank of the Colo for half a mile or so: the gorge had closed in, and although the cliffs on each side were broken enough to offer endless scaling opportunities to the intrepid, they wouldn'​t be my cup of tea. The river itself was very well behaved, however, gliding its sinuous, shiny way only a few inches deep over its sandy bed. The banks we followed were rough, but not desperately so, and I remembered the Colo eleven years before and about fifteen miles lower down, and decided to agree with the opinion of Alex Colley in the October magazine that flooding and erosion higher up has eased the travail of walkers on the Colo, by comparison +
-with earlier trips there. +
-I had been eyeing the gentle looking stream, and presently could bear +
-it no more. Flinging away my reputation as a walker like a winter garment of repentance, I mumbled to H, who was nearest and would know what I meant, "​I'​m going to do a Green Wattle",​ and strode into and DOWN the centre of the Colo. +
-Very soon my sandshoes and socks filled with gravelly sand, so I peeled +
-them off, put them dripping in the top of my 'pack, and splashed happily on, barefoot. At the first rough patch of bank, I outstripped the earth-bound +
-party, and then H joined me. +
-Joyously we splashed and bounded along. D and then C followed ​'suit. +
-Here and there were unexpected, innocent-looking ​natches ​of quick sand, and in +
-one stride you could be up to the knees, the thighs, the hips in three inches +
-of mater and one or two feet of sand with the consistency of porridge. Undeterred, we bowled noisily downstream, and presently even A and J, in whom +
-tradition died hard, were sloshing and sinking and sloshing again. It became an accepted routine, after negotiating a particularly soggy or extensive strip of quick sand, to perch on a rock or sand bank and watch the tail wallow through, +
-with some not-too-accurate shouted advice on the positions where the quick sand was quickest; and considerable ribald hilarity. +
-It couldn'​t go on indefinitely,​ of course, but it did for over two miles. +
-And, in spite of frequent flounderings,​ we made fair time. We were most of us +
-wet to the hips, of course, and a veneer of coarse damp sand clung to us. Then the river began to change. Pools appeared, and rocky barriers, and at times the intervals between wadeable patches of river were long enough to require the putting on of shoes. J, growing ashamed of the breach of trad- +
-itional ​walker behaviour, forsook us for the bank; then the leader also, and presently came a ppol so long I knew I too must abandon the Great Made. So I +
-had to wash the rubble out of tly socks and when this was done, I was over five minutes behind the party. By going hard in the next half hour along banks that reminded me of the Grose below Wentworth Creek, I caught up at a halt, but as we moved on again, lack of condition crept up on me. By 5.50 I was lagging +
-and wishing for another good wading patch. We crossed the river and - behold, +
-the leader was striking up a scrubby bank to the foot of the tailus slope. Not yet surely? But it was, and by six o'​clock we were at the kind of camp site you sneer at on the Cox and applaud on the Colo. An hour up on schedule - the Great Wade had paid off. +
-The means of extricating ourselves from the gorge was at the outlet of Boorai Creek, just opposite, and when it began to drizzle under an overcast ​slcy on -- 4 morning, there was no real incentive to dwell by the river. About +
-we 8karted ​on the hill, stopped a time at the crest to go to the rim and +
-ook dowrAlinto ​the ravine and across to Mount Barrakee, and heaven knows what +
-plse on *le west, then struck off along the labyrinthine ridges again. +
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-Standard ridge walking, rejoining the trunk of the Culoul Range about' ​three miles from the road, filled the rest of that day until at 3.15 we came again to the Land Rover. +
-Overall, and considering that we walked in one of the least ftequented ​parts of coastal New South Wales, it was an entirely uneventful trip. Why, it wasn't even as rough as I'd expected, although still qualifying for "some of the roughest country in the State" (and no anologies tn the local Press).+
 However, I believe some record should be made of the first wade down the Colo: and if sensitive walkers feel that our conduct is improper, I can only urge them to try the same journey at a time when the river is low and the sun is bright and warm - and see if their rectitude and love of rock hopping will carry them dry-shod where we splashed. However, I believe some record should be made of the first wade down the Colo: and if sensitive walkers feel that our conduct is improper, I can only urge them to try the same journey at a time when the river is low and the sun is bright and warm - and see if their rectitude and love of rock hopping will carry them dry-shod where we splashed.
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-So read the ;:​ihristraas ​food liat. Yes, unmistakeably,​ 54 inches, ​la- feet, yards, of sausage. Would it be unwound from a drum like a G.P.O. +=== Hatswell'​s Taxi and Tourist Service. === 
-cable? No, a continuous sausage couldn'​t be stuffed. In fact awful thought - was there a constant relationship between length and thickness. ​cocktail ​sausages -3t1x V"; snags -7fl x 1"; Devon 11-6" x 3. Would a 541t one be six or eight tiraes ​as long as it was thick? Would it be 7 - 9 inches through? Visions of boarding the tram wrestling with a truncated boa-constrict or, of staggerin,​g ​down the Kowmung with the monster draped over the top of apackAnyway, smallgoods shops didn't carry tape measures. Easy, take your own. How to find the reptile? Try the largest + 
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-Determined quest from shop to shop, tape measure in hot hand. Large blacks, wrinkled browns, fat reds, some in silver paper, some in cellophanei ​Straight ones, curved ones, long ones, short ones - no Gabernossi. Try the t3ontinent al shops. "Have you any Salami ​Gabernossi?" "Yogi! Which is it?" ​nWhat 3 + 
-that I" (That caricature of a sausage - strings of 1.1-6" x - hardly a feed for a Jackass). "Yes, they are all like that." Obviously an authority. By the twinkle in the eye and the accent, an immigrant from the homeland of sausages. But however could seven walkers sustain themselves for four lunches +'​Phone:​ Blackheath W459 or W151. Booking Office - 4 doors from Gardner'​s Inn Hote1 (look for the neon sign.) 
-on that elongat ed morsel? Make it six feet. fTwo yards ploase,produeing steel tape.  Must find another specimen and check. Yes, there it wasp nestling amongst its brothers from Hungary, Poland, Austria. Diameter ​--g-n. Rapid check with food party. Buy another ​4- lbs. Total length now 2753g-". Long trip long sausage. Unravel the Gabernossii + 
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-The Committee Members (bless 'em) have been fully aware of the fact that on the Club nights when they meet in the inner sanctum to sagely ​dolivorate ​on Club affairs, the "​rank-and-file"​ members have been noticeably absent from the Club-room. The Committee (bless ​tem again) also are fully cognisant of the great compliment thus paid them that the ordinary members regard the Club room so dull without the Committee'​s bright and pleasing personalities that they just don't come inil + 
-Be that as it may, the now Social Programme now in the hands of members will disclose that the first Wednesday of each month is now designated a "free night" with the hope that ordinary members will come in and make it a social evening among themselves (without the added attraction of the 'Committee) just as they do on other programmed "free nights"​. With a heavy entertainment programme on non-business nights, many complaints have boon made that members do not get the opportunity to socialise and plan trips in the Club room, either because they axe peering at colour transparencies in the dark, listening to our operatic stars or long-winded talks on this and/or that. +Fares: 
-Tentative plans are afoot for such innovations as the provision of the projector in a darkened corner ​tb allow the screening of sundry slides by those who don't have a projector at home. The Social Secretary would welcome suggestions for the unorganised entertainment or recreation of members on that night of the month (such as table tennis), so that those who want to have a quiet (or otherwise) natter can do so without the frustration of sitting up like-T-ackz_in_row ​upon row in the dark. + 
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-IlListenn, she said, land toll_ you a story. ​Thie is a strange tale, half in and _half out' ​of the world, for it. =has to do with a lifo that is past and gone, yet is as truly present as today is. I shall nevor cease' ​to wonder at the way the past colours the present. +We will be pleased to quote other trips or special parties on application. 
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-It started when -1 was a little over a year -old. Family ​'​circumstancesz ​took us from Sydney to Queensland- wh ere an exceptionally ​orrid slimmer y together with an epidemic of some description,​ so wasted the infant frame that my life was despaired of. +---- 
-"'You've got four more ,11 said the doctor, a heavy man with a bill neck. !What are you co3np1aining ​about. You can't expect to soar 1 em a11.11; + 
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-But my mother., with that unaccountable ​stubboinnesa ​mothers have, refused to give up hope.. Every morning in the quiet grey silence ​-boforo ​the dawn she would set out with me for the bush.. Wo went early-to 'avoid tho hoat of the day.. From the top of thehighest hill wo would watch tho sun arise in a glciry ​of splendour. ​Troes would.:​rustla ​with a cool stir in tho 'soft dawn breozo ​as the world awoke. ​- + 
-"The' ​world is-,very toautiful,11 my mothor ​would say,- vise brown eyes looking into infant:., eyes of a misty, unspeculativeblue; "the moving whisper of groat troost ​the deep blue skyr,, the rippleof _bird songs, ​tho scontod fair' y flowers. You won't leavethe world that loves you, Pani. It a wonderful ​world to oxploro. You will grow up strong and beautiful as all tho lovely natural things."​ --and looking now at my mother, and now at the 'bush, the two 'became interwoven, and tho life that was my mothor became the life of the bush world.,... Then from out the -shadowy ​softnoss ​of trees and bushos, little friendly ​facos showed, and alittle man with eyes tondor ​and kindly as a lover'​s smile beckonedto. mo,.ustayll. So th Jjttlo mod that was sot took root and-  grow, and a shy and shadowy soul, wavoring irruncortainty' ​on the brink of two worlds, was won ovor -to a playof light and shade,. tho whisper of loaf, on leaf, tho softnoss ​and colour of a butterfly'​s wing, the healthy virile ​snoll of the good-earth. Life was good, after e.112 and it docidod ​to stay. +You press the button, we'll do the rest! 
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-There were happypuppy ​days in the bright clear Queensland ​weathor ​when' tho five little-brothers, ancl:, ​sisters ​livcild :and loved and laughed and were:   riotous in the sam..;-.: Thpy danced and hgnted ​through the bush,-, they laysprawled on tho_hot ​sun-dazzled earth, ​wa rni in the sun and..i'​dolightfully 'cold in the shade, and watched white isla,nd s of cloud heap themselves pile on pile  and fill the upper aix with movomont ​and colour.thoY speculated on the infinite blue Of the sky as seen through the riot of groan:​. ​and silver which +Finegrain Developing. Sparkling Prints. Perfect Enlargements. Your Rollfilms or Leica films deserve the best service. 
-was the gum trees.. There was the -joy of responding ​ to the strong vibration + 
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-of the earth, of trying to -unravel the myriad tiny noisesthat made up a-hoisey arid who canexpla in the deep' ​soul-satisfying. do..3r clai;​T:​knOws ​on '​fooling. thd,''' ​silky-,sort dust of the white road go puff botwoen ​bare' toys, or in squelching knee-deep through the thick black mud of the tidal mangrove ​crooks. In the trace were koala bears to be enticed with gum leaves, and if you stayed in the lush when tho sun had gone down, you might be lucky onough to see a '​Possum. + 
-10. +31 Macquarie Place, Sydney, N.S.W. 
-When I was five we moo south again to live at EppingStill the friendly grey-green ​bash was all around, and somotimos ​it was all splashed and painted with gold. On those daya when the wattle bloomed, a child could wander through the perfect sweetness of a world of peon and gold, pornoetod ​with a wild-honey ​smo13.end become friendly with the tom, clinging ​splintorai + 
-pullers on the wattle bark, and tho irideseont b3et1ee Vat got in you,* httdr, lifting ​thoir wing-oases and saying ​Np-E04-411 in stridttlant defisnee ​when ,rou tried to pullthem off. +---- 
-There were days of hot, singing ​td lence, and days when the locusts + 
-droned deafeningly through the pulsating ​airs If they ceased ​tvacrenly ​it was as though ​Ufa had been snapped in the isidd3.e+GUMBOOYA-INGA GUMBOOYA-INGA GUMBOOYA-INGA 
-Some time about my tenth birthday we went to live on the western ​liras in a place of great, wide paddocks which stretched and rolled away as fa as the eye could see. All around was a blue perimeter of sky, bit over tirza where the in went down, standing out in bold porminance against the dt.,7: rose the mountains of the West, of a more entrancing, beckoning blue. How 1,io children longed to go there' ​What stories we wove about the great bii3s a rad groat or valleys ​whore the golden ​sir drifted lazily in deep silent gorges walled in by tall gaunt ranges ​whore the dingoa ​howled at night bonoath ​a sky freckled with stars, and quiet, ​roundr-eyed things prowled through the growth and sniffed in the dark. Oh, the vastness of it' ​The solitude and the mystery' + 
-Of course it was groat Alia to play down in the creek bed near home whore the ti-troos danced all in green and White, and the brown flood sang alore, ​between ​mosey banks rich in unexpected fungoid treasures of orange and I:iv:plot +---- 
-whites and browns and reds. It would eat as a palliative for a time, and the + 
-insistonoe ​of the still /mall voioo urging us to the mountains would be S02110- what dulled, ​tut in my mind a faint pain would remain to haunt no when alono +===== Salami - Cabernossi - 54"===== 
-early one Autumn morning when the wind bore a scent of other worlds - urgent, tantalising,​ prickling with adventure - and life coursed like a + 
-gold fire fire through our veings, we set out across the windy paddocks, following the long streamers of cloud streaking across the infinite expanse of bluoz, pointing straight to the mountains. We walked a long time. The wind arDpped, the sun rose to the mid-sky and the hot hush of noon lay over a sleeping and we, too, lay down and elopt. And in that half trance, which is tb.0 state between sleeping and waking, the doors separating this world from the nozt opened. I rose up and leftmy companions, and in a rainbow mist I enterod ​the Shadow Land - the domain of the Little People. Here, out of the corm' ​of one eye, which is not the eye of day, you might catch a floating glimpso ​of an odd little man, his clothes as dun coloured as the trunks of the trees, ​gs z.:​Ing ​from under beetling brows, and beekoning, beckoning towards the mountains ​vjth a laugh on his lips and a twinkle in his cider-coloured eyes. But it weraYk ​be Ueoloss ​to stop and call to bin, "I remember you, little man. Take me wlth you ..because when you looked at him ho would not be there, or only a dead bush would be standing there with its branchy arms akimbo, and the laugh and chickle ​you hoard might not be anything ​bit the dead bark rattling against the trunk  +- "Liverwart"
-Even as I looked, the colours blurred, the light faded and the shade of evening ​010-cad-in. The mountains softly withdrew into the dark hollow of night and a_little ​evening zephyr fanned the scentedair. + 
-/. +So read the Christraas ​food list. Yes, unmistakeably,​ 54 inches, ​4 1/2 feet, 1 1/2 yards, of sausage. Would it be unwound from a drum like a G.P.O. cable? No, a continuous sausage couldn'​t be stuffed. In fact awful thought - was there a constant relationship between length and thickness. ​Cocktail ​sausages - 3" x 1/2"; snags 7" ​x 1"; Devon 1'-6" x 3". Would a 54" ​one be six or eight times as long as it was thick? Would it be 7 - 9 inches through? Visions of boarding the tram wrestling with a truncated boa-constrictor, of staggering ​down the Kowmung with the monster draped over the top of a packAnyway, smallgoods shops didn't carry tape measures. Easy, take your own. How to find the reptile? Try the largest shop first. D.J'​s ​- never heard of it. McIlwraths - no, not their baby. Determined quest from shop to shop, tape measure in hot hand. Large blacks, wrinkled browns, fat reds, some in silver paper, some in cellophane! ​Straight ones, curved ones, long ones, short ones - no Cabernossi. Try the Continental ​shops. "Have you any Salami ​Cabernossi?" "Yes! Which is it?" ​"​What, ​that!" (That caricature of a sausage - strings of 1'-6" x 1/​2" ​- hardly a feed for a Jackass). "Yes, they are all like that." Obviously an authority. By the twinkle in the eye and the accent, an immigrant from the homeland of sausages. But however could seven walkers sustain themselves for four lunches on that elongated ​morsel? Make it six feet. "​Two ​yards please," ​produeing steel tape. Must find another specimen and check. Yes, there it was, nestling amongst its brothers from Hungary, Poland, Austria. Diameter ​5/8". Rapid check with food party. Buy another ​2 1/2 lbs. Total length now 275 1/2". Long triplong sausage. Unravel the Cabernossi! 
-The Sanitarium Shop offers a full range of non-perishible summer foods suitable for this holiday weekend - in the bush or at the beach camp:- + 
-DRIED FRUITS ​ RICE  NUT-MEAT ​ FIGS  BEANS +---- 
-FRUIT CAKE  BREAEFAST FOODS  TINNED FRUIT + 
-FRUIT JUICES ​ BISCUITS ​ SPREADS ​ NUTS +===== More Free Nights. ===== 
-13 HUNTER ST SYDNEY. 13W1725.+ 
 +The Committee Members (bless 'em) have been fully aware of the fact that on the Club nights when they meet in the inner sanctum to sagely ​deliverate ​on Club affairs, the "​rank-and-file"​ members have been noticeably absent from the Club-room. The Committee (bless ​'​em ​again) also are fully cognisant of the great compliment thus paid them that the ordinary members regard the Club room so dull without the Committee'​s bright and pleasing personalities that they just don't come in!! 
 + 
 +Be that as it may, the new Social Programme now in the hands of members will disclose that the first Wednesday of each month is now designated a "free night" with the hope that ordinary members will come in and make it a social evening among themselves (without the added attraction of the Committee) just as they do on other programmed "free nights"​. With a heavy entertainment programme on non-business nights, many complaints have been made that members do not get the opportunity to socialise and plan trips in the Club room, either because they are peering at colour transparencies in the dark, listening to our operatic stars or long-winded talks on this and/or that. 
 + 
 +Tentative plans are afoot for such innovations as the provision of the projector in a darkened corner ​to allow the screening of sundry slides by those who don't have a projector at home. The Social Secretary would welcome suggestions for the unorganised entertainment or recreation of members on that night of the month (such as table tennis), so that those who want to have a quiet (or otherwise) natter can do so without the frustration of sitting up like Jacky in row upon row in the dark. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== My Love's The Mountain Range===== 
 + 
 +- Dot Butler. 
 + 
 +"What takes you to the Mountains every weekend"​, they asked. 
 + 
 +"​Listen"​, she said, "​and ​will tell you a story. ​This is a strange tale, half in and half out of the world, for it has to do with a life that is past and gone, yet is as truly present as today is. I shall never cease to wonder at the way the past colours the present. 
 + 
 +It started when was a little over a year old. Family ​circumstances ​took us from Sydney to Queensland ​where an exceptionally ​torrid summer, ​together with an epidemic of some description,​ so wasted the infant frame that my life was despaired of. 
 + 
 +"​You'​ve got four more," ​said the doctor, a heavy man with a bull neck. "What are you comp1aining ​about. You can't expect to rear 'em all." 
 + 
 +But my mother, with that unaccountable ​stubbornness ​mothers have, refused to give up hope. Every morning in the quiet grey silence ​before ​the dawn she would set out with me for the bush. We went early to avoid the heat of the day. From the top of the highest hill we would watch the sun arise in a glory of splendour. ​Trees would rustle ​with a cool stir in the soft dawn breeze ​as the world awoke. 
 + 
 +"The world is very beautiful," ​my mother ​would say, wise brown eyes looking into infant eyes of a misty, unspeculative blue; "the moving whisper of great trees, ​the deep blue sky, the ripple of bird songs, ​the scented fairy flowers. You won't leave the world that loves you, Pani. It'​s ​a wonderful world to explore. You will grow up strong and beautiful as all the lovely natural things."​ --and looking now at my mother, and now at the bush, the two became interwoven, and the life that was my mothor became the life of the bush world. Then from out the shadowy ​softness ​of trees and bushes, little friendly ​faces showed, and a little man with eyes tender ​and kindly as a lover'​s smile beckoned to me "​stay"​. So the little seed that was set took root and grew, and a shy and shadowy soul, wavering in uncertainty ​on the brink of two worlds, was won over to a play of light and shade, ​the whisper of leaf on leaf, the softness ​and colour of a butterfly'​s wing, the healthy virile ​smell of the good earth. Life was good, after all, and it decided ​to stay. 
 + 
 +There were happy puppy days in the bright clear Queensland ​weather ​when the five little brothers ​and sisters ​lived and loved and laughed and were riotous in the sunThey danced and hunted ​through the bush, they lay sprawled on the hot sun-dazzled earth, ​warm in the sun and delightfully ​cold in the shade, and watched white islands ​of cloud heap themselves pile on pile and fill the upper air with movement ​and colour; ​they speculated on the infinite blue of the sky as seen through the riot of green and silver which was the gum trees. There was the joy of responding to the strong vibration of the earth, of trying to unravel the myriad tiny noises that made up a noise, and who can explain ​the deep soul-satisfying ​joy a child knows on feeling the silky-soft dust of the white road go puff between ​bare toes, or in squelching knee-deep through the thick black mud of the tidal mangrove ​creeks. In the trees were koala bears to be enticed with gum leaves, and if you stayed in the bush when the sun had gone down, you might be lucky onough to see a '​Possum. 
 + 
 +When I was five we came south again to live at EppingStill the friendly grey-green ​bush was all around, and sometimes ​it was all splashed and painted with gold. On those days when the wattle bloomed, a child could wander through the perfect sweetness of a world of green and gold, permeated ​with a wild-honey ​smelland become friendly with the horny, clinging ​splinter-pullers on the wattle bark, and the iridescant beet1es that got in your hair, lifting ​their wing-cases and saying ​"p-s-s-s" ​in stridulant defiance ​when you tried to pull them off. 
 + 
 +There were days of hot, singing ​silence, and days when the locusts droned deafeningly through the pulsating ​air. If they ceased ​suddenly ​it was as though ​life had been snapped in the middle. 
 + 
 +Some time about my tenth birthday we went to live on the western ​line, in a place of great, wide paddocks which stretched and rolled away as far as the eye could see. All around was a blue perimeter of sky, but over there where the sun went down, standing out in bold porminance against the sky, rose the mountains of the West, of a more entrancing, beckoning blue. How we children longed to go thereWhat stories we wove about the great hills and greater ​valleys ​where the golden ​air drifted lazily in deep silent gorges walled in by tall gaunt ranges ​- where the dingos ​howled at night beneath ​a sky freckled with stars, and quiet, ​round-eyed things prowled through the growth and sniffed in the dark. Oh, the vastness of itThe solitude and the mystery
 + 
 +Of course it was great fun to play down in the creek bed near home where the ti-trees danced all in green and white, and the brown flood sang along between ​mossy banks rich in unexpected fungoid treasures of orange and purple, ​whites and browns and reds. It would act as a palliative for a time, and the insistence ​of the still small voice urging us to the mountains would be somewhat ​dulled, ​but in my mind a faint pain would remain to haunt me when alone. 
 + 
 +Early one Autumn morning when the wind bore a scent of other worlds - urgent, tantalising,​ prickling with adventure - and life coursed like a white-gold fire through our beings, we set out across the windy paddocks, following the long streamers of cloud streaking across the infinite expanse of blue, pointing straight to the mountains. We walked a long time. The wind dropped, the sun rose to the mid-sky and the hot hush of noon lay over a sleeping ​world, ​and we, too, lay down and slept. And in that half trance, which is the state between sleeping and waking, the doors separating this world from the next opened. I rose up and left my companions, and in a rainbow mist I entered ​the Shadow Land - the domain of the Little People. Here, out of the corner ​of one eye, which is not the eye of day, you might catch a fleeting glimpss ​of an odd little man, his clothes as dun coloured as the trunks of the trees, ​gazing ​from under beetling brows, and beckoning, beckoning towards the mountains ​with a laugh on his lips and a twinkle in his cider-coloured eyes. But it would be useless ​to stop and call to him, "I remember you, little man. Take me wlth you..." ​because when you looked at him he would not be there, or only a dead bush would be standing there with its branchy arms akimbo, and the laugh and chuckle ​you heard might not be anything ​but the dead bark rattling against the trunk... 
 + 
 +Even as I looked, the colours blurred, the light faded and the shade of evening ​closed ​in. The mountains softly withdrew into the dark hollow of night and a little ​evening zephyr fanned the scented air. 
 I don't remember how we got home, but for a long time afterwards I went round in a brown haze of reminiscence,​ and when I looked I looked with but half an eye, and when I listened I listened with but half an ear, like one who has been bewitched, and indeed I was, for the Little Man of the Mountains had cast his spell over me, and I knew that the bush and the mountains formed part of the heart of me for ever. I don't remember how we got home, but for a long time afterwards I went round in a brown haze of reminiscence,​ and when I looked I looked with but half an eye, and when I listened I listened with but half an ear, like one who has been bewitched, and indeed I was, for the Little Man of the Mountains had cast his spell over me, and I knew that the bush and the mountains formed part of the heart of me for ever.
-However, the mountains still reMained ​far away. School work and suburban interests filled by days till, at the age of 19, a wonderfully new  and exciting world opened to me. I joined up with the happy, friendly' ​company of people whose hearts belong to the deep solitudes of the bush, the + 
-rugged sun-kissed ridges and the shining watercourses. Together we go out into quiet places, and at odd moments we may catch a glimpse of a little fleeting form from the Shadow Land, and as we lie by the camp-fire at nightwatching the red sparks fly upwards in a rush of light towards the cold white, radiance of the stars,"a deep peace steals over us in the realization that we have at last come home."​ +However, the mountains still remained ​far away. School work and suburban interests filled by days till, at the age of 19, a wonderfully new and exciting world opened to me. I joined up with the happy, friendly company of people whose hearts belong to the deep solitudes of the bush, the rugged sun-kissed ridges and the shining watercourses. Together we go out into quiet places, and at odd moments we may catch a glimpse of a little fleeting form from the Shadow Land, and as we lie by the camp-fire at nightwatching the red sparks fly upwards in a rush of light towards the cold white, radiance of the stars, a deep peace steals over us in the realization that we have at last come home."​ 
-HEALTH FOOD SHOP 0n4VE6ETARIAN CAFE*+ 
-11+---- 
-WANTED WANTED WANTED + 
-A powerful wolf-cry capable of being heard at least one half mile away. Owner/s required to give genuine wolf-calls from a hilltop at hourly intervals+=== Sanitarium Health Food Shop and Vegetarian Cafe. === 
-or as otherwise needed in the coming ​GLIBOOYA-INGA. Watch Notice Board for auditions. + 
-12+__Australia Day Weekend__. 
-WEEKEND AT HOME + 
-- "Bull Moose"​ +The Sanitarium Shop offers a full range of non-perishible summer foods suitable for this holiday weekend - in the bush or at the beach camp:- 
-I've had my meals all cooked for me And breakfast late in bed;  + 
-A bath that took two hours -+Dried fruits, rice, nut-meat, figs, beans, fruit cake, breakfast foods, tinned fruit, fruit juices, biscuits, spreads, nuts. 
 + 
 +13 Hunter St., Sydney. BW1725. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +=== Wanted. Wanted. Wanted=== 
 + 
 +A powerful wolf-cry capable of being heard at least one half mile away. Owner/s required to give genuine wolf-calls from a hilltop at hourly intervals or as otherwise needed in the coming ​GUMBOOYA-INGA. 
 + 
 +Watch Notice Board for auditions. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Weekend At Home===== 
 + 
 +- "Bull Moose"
 + 
 +I've had my meals all cooked for me\\ 
 +And breakfast late in bed; \\ 
 +A bath that took two hours -\\
 The papers all I've read. The papers all I've read.
-I've overeaten grossly, + 
-I'm not the slightest tired. +I've overeaten grossly,\\ 
-It seems so very long agoThe last time I perspired. +I'm not the slightest tired.\\ 
-There'​s music in the loUnge ​room, +It seems so very long ago\\ 
-A drink - an easy chair; +The last time I perspired. 
-An atmosphere that's heated By flowing ​duztfree ​air. + 
-I've had my full 8 hours' sleep, And as the doctor said: +There'​s music in the lounge ​room,\\ 
-"​There'​s nothing like a proper rest To soothe an aching head"​. +A drink - an easy chair;\\ 
-The softness of these moccasins Is comfort, heaven knows. +An atmosphere that's heated\\ 
-I slip them gently from my feet And work my battered toes. +By flowing ​dustfree ​air. 
-No walking this weekend, + 
-I should feel good, but gee, +I've had my full 8 hours' sleep,\\ 
-This resting'​s not so easy  For cripes, it's killing me. +And as the doctor said:\\ 
-JOTTINGS OF BULL MOOSE +"​There'​s nothing like a proper rest\\ 
-Did you read this news item? "Baby walks at six months on Terry'​s ​Neal." Thinks - Quieter than Cornflakes anyway. +To soothe an aching head". 
-Applied Psychology+ 
 +The softness of these moccasins\\ 
 +Is comfort, heaven knows.\\ 
 +I slip them gently from my feet\\ 
 +And work my battered toes. 
 + 
 +No walking this weekend,\\ 
 +I should feel good, but gee,\\ 
 +This resting'​s not so easy\\ 
 +For cripes, it's killing me. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Jottings Of Bull Moose. ===== 
 + 
 +__Did you read this news item__? "Baby walks at six months on Terry'​s ​Meal." 
 + 
 +Thinks - Quieter than Cornflakes anyway. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +__Applied Psychology__. 
 Who was the attractive unknown lady walker who remarked to her friend while standing in a crowded train, "I wish that strong good-looking chap would offer me his seat, I'm so tired"​. Who was the attractive unknown lady walker who remarked to her friend while standing in a crowded train, "I wish that strong good-looking chap would offer me his seat, I'm so tired"​.
 +
 Immediately six men jumped to their feet. Immediately six men jumped to their feet.
-Overheard + 
-"I can't understand her. I think it =1st be drink."​+---- 
 + 
 +__Overheard__. 
 + 
 +"I can't understand her. I think it must be drink."​ 
 "Bad luck, you should try when you're sober."​ "Bad luck, you should try when you're sober."​
-13.  + 
-He is no walker who to the ground ​Gan fall and lie without a sound. +---- 
-But he is walker who, with ,salean rise and push another mile.:+ 
 +__the Walkers'​ Philosophy__. 
 +  
 +He is no walker who to the ground\\ 
 +Can fall and lie without a sound. 
 + 
 +But he is walker who, with a smile,\\ 
 +Can rise and push another mile. 
 + 
 +---- 
 Even the best of family trees has its saps and suckers. Even the best of family trees has its saps and suckers.
-92 AL is it Mix) + 
-My advice to thq. ventureaome ​girl who _finds' ​it difficult to resist the well worn at h,s and the attractive invitations from men burlawalkers ​is ndon'tue +---- 
-If you take the height of Mt. Gook (122406 ​ft.) from the height of Mt  Evora st 2 what s the difference?​ + 
-HT/​Matta ​the difference, that's what I say  they'​re both too high for me now.' +__Dorothy Fix__ (or is it Mix) 
-Sailor Beware + 
-Would you say the flirting girl at the yacht c3zb was contemplating +My advice to the venturesome ​girl who finds it difficult to resist the well worn paths and the attractive invitations from men bushwalkers ​is "don't". 
-witchcraft?​ + 
-Tikta4=x9x, +---- 
-Ignore this element awhile ​2 + 
-Diva deep and glide 2, rocky aisle, ​Gool and ;still,yet fair to see-Behold the wonders of the sea. And in a world where '​fish() e+__Darling I'm Getting Older Dept.__ 
 + 
 +If you take the height of Mt. Cook (12,​406 ​ft.) from the height of Mt. Everest, ​what's the difference?​ 
 + 
 +"​What'​s ​the difference, that's what I say they'​re both too high for me now.
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +__Sailor Beware__. 
 + 
 +Would you say the flirting girl at the yacht club was contemplating witchcraft?​ 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +__The Skindiver__. 
 + 
 + 
 +Ignore this element awhile,\\ 
 +Dive deep and glide rocky aisle,\\ 
 +Cool and still, yet fair to see-\\ 
 +Behold the wonders of the sea.\\ 
 +And in a world where fishes fly\\
 Forgot that earth is slave to sky. Forgot that earth is slave to sky.
-The Ranger at Wombeyan ​Gavas has stated that the people with whom he haS the most trouble are those known as bushwalkors. Mr. Stiff has stated that he realises that the body of people mentioned are of a very independent mind, but would like to point out that it is illegal to enter any cave in the reserve (and there are no caves worth entering which aro) not in the reserve) which  require any type of artificial light. Members are asithd ​to note this point and cooperato ​with the ranger, who you will find is quite a reasonable ​'bloke' ​However, ​ho will also be found to be quite zealous in his jobi+ 
 +---- 
 + 
 +=== Wombeyan Caves. === 
 + 
 +The Ranger at Wombeyan ​Cavas has stated that the people with whom he has the most trouble are those known as bushwalkers. Mr. Stiff has stated that he realises that the body of people mentioned are of a very independent mind, but would like to point out that it is illegal to enter any cave in the reserve (and there are no caves worth entering which are not in the reserve) which require any type of artificial light. Members are asked to note this point and co-operate ​with the ranger, who you will find is quite a reasonable blokeHowever, ​he will also be found to be quite zealous in his job! 
 + 
 +---- 
 14. 14.
 A LETTER FROM MICK ELFICK A LETTER FROM MICK ELFICK
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