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 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.) 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.)
  
-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.+The Capertee, ​glory 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.
  
 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. 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.
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 - "​Liverwart"​. - "​Liverwart"​.
  
-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 pack. Anyway, 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 trip, long sausage. Unravel the Cabernossi!+So read the Christmas ​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 pack. Anyway, 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," ​producing ​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 trip, long sausage. Unravel the Cabernossi!
  
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 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. 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.+"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 mother ​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 sun. They 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.+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 sun. They 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 enough ​to see a '​Possum.
  
 When I was five we came south again to live at Epping. Still 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 smell, and 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. When I was five we came south again to live at Epping. Still 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 smell, and 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.
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 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. 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 there! What 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 it! The solitude and the mystery!+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 prominance ​against the sky, rose the mountains of the West, of a more entrancing, beckoning blue. How we children longed to go there! What 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 it! The 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. 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...+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 ​glimpse ​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 with 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. 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.
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 === Wombeyan Caves. === === 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 bloke. However, he will also be found to be quite zealous in his job!+The Ranger at Wombeyan ​Caves 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 bloke. However, he will also be found to be quite zealous in his job!
  
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-14+===== A Letter From Mick Elfick===== 
-A LETTER FROM MICK ELFICK + 
-I read in the November mag. that people expected me to depart with any battered overnight bag only. Nell, despite the hinderance of about 40 million +I read in the November mag. that people expected me to depart with my battered overnight bag only. Nell, despite the hinderance of about 40 million part time soldiers, who decided to prance about the streets, and the encumberance of a certain female, who decided she wanted to buy a camera, I managed to purchase a monsterous, useless, hopeless suitcase, but forgot the essentials - shirt on which ties will fit, tie, etc. 
-part time soldiers, who decided to prance about the streets, and the encumberance + 
-of a certain female, who decided she wanted to buy a camera, I managed to purchase a monsterous, useless, hopeless suitcase, but forgot the essentials - shirt on which ties will fit, tie, etc. +Naturally, I did take my little blue bag with me. It was chock-a-block with text books (weighed about 42 lb. 6 oz.) and needless to say, I didn't check it in at the airport office. 
-Naturally, I did take my little blue bag with me. It was chock-a-block + 
-with text books (weighed about 42 lb. 6 oz.) and needless to say, I didn't check it in at the airport office. +First thing I did in Hobart ​was to hurl the big, useless, hopeless, monsterous suitcase under Manning'​s bed and leave it there. Since then I haven'​t hit Hobart or seen Manning or F.H. and they'​ve moved, so I haven'​t a clue where my big case is. However, me and my little blue bag have roamed the countryside,​ and since I've had little time to buy substitute gear, it is invaluable. 
-First thing I did in Hobart ​wqs to hurl the big, useless, hopeless, + 
-monsterous suitcase under Manning'​s bed and leave it there. Since then I +However, I am beginning to think that my little blue bag is nearing the end of its __economic__ ​life - maintenance costs in needles and cotton are high and it may soon need a new zip, but with a few modifications it should have years of life yet. 
-haven'​t hit Hobart or seen Manning or F.H. and they'​ve moved, so I haven'​t a clue where my big case is. However, me and my little blue bag have roamed the countryside,​ and since I've had little time to buy substitute gear, it is invaluable. +
-However, I am beginning to think that my little blue bag is nearing the end of its economic ​life - maintenance costs in needles and cotton are high and it may soon need a new zip, but with a few modifications it should have +
-years of life yet.+
 I've been walking for a few years now, but most trips have been all male "​you'​ll be left behind if you don't keep up" type, with a few occasional mixed walks, a la Ettrema trip last Easter. I've been walking for a few years now, but most trips have been all male "​you'​ll be left behind if you don't keep up" type, with a few occasional mixed walks, a la Ettrema trip last Easter.
-Now I've strayed into a new field. Imagine the party - Elfick and two females (Evelyn and Ruve) - on a six day loaf through the Cradle Mountain-Lake St. Clair Reserve. + 
-First I might as well explain how this came about. Since I've been working an average of six days a week since arrival, I suddenly found myself with seven working days which I could take off and still get paid for - so I +Now I've strayed into a new field. Imagine the party - Elfick and two females (Evelyn and Ruve) - on a six day loaf through the Cradle Mountain - Lake St. Clair Reserve. 
-knocked off work on 16th December. Now, since I finished up at Launceston, + 
-the simplest thing to do was to walk:back fia the Reserve, and by a mere "​coincidence"​ Ruve and Evelyn were going south at the same time - hence the team. +First I might as well explain how this came about. Since I've been working an average of six days a week since arrival, I suddenly found myself with seven working days which I could take off and still get paid for - so I knocked off work on 16th December. Now, since I finished up at Launceston, the simplest thing to do was to walk back via the Reserve, and by a mere "​coincidence"​ Ruve and Evelyn were going south at the same time - hence the team. 
-Now for the sorry? tale. We set forth in typical Tasmanian weather at about 8.00 a m. By 8.30 it was snowing in a horizontal direction and by 9.00 a m. we were frozen, so we stopped at Kitchen HutThe weather didn't improve so we stayed put, only venturing outside to either view the dismal white scene or gather hunks of wild rhubarb to "​burn"?​ or both. + 
-Next day the snow was only coming down at about 30o to the ground, so we three intrepid souls made a wild rush for the next hut. +Now for the sorry? tale. We set forth in typical Tasmanian weather at about 8.00 a.m. By 8.30 it was snowing in a horizontal direction and by 9.00 a.m. we were frozen, so we stopped at Kitchen HutThe weather didn't improve so we stayed put, only venturing outside to either view the dismal white scene or gather hunks of wild rhubarb to "​burn"?​ or both. 
-The weather and schedule for the next few days was similar and as + 
-follows:- +Next day the snow was only coming down at about 30° to the ground, so we three intrepid souls made a wild rush for the next hut. 
-15. + 
-1. Arise when it is beginning to look a bit light - generally 9.00 - 9.30 a m. +The weather and schedule for the next few days was similar and as follows:- 
-2. 10.00 a m. breakfast cooked by the girls (chiz + 
-3. 11.00 a m. push off in a rush. +1. Arise when it is beginning to look a bit light - generally 9.00 - 9.30 a.m. 
-4. 1.00 - 2.00 arrive at next hut vet and/or frozen.+ 
 +2. 10.00 a.m. breakfast cooked by the girls (chiz). 
 + 
 +3. 11.00 a.m. push off in a rush. 
 + 
 +4. 1.00 - 2.00 arrive at next hut wet and/or frozen. 
 5. 3.00 p m. sufficiently thawed/​dried out to start tea. 5. 3.00 p m. sufficiently thawed/​dried out to start tea.
 +
 6. 4.00 - 8.00 tea cooked by girls (chiz). 6. 4.00 - 8.00 tea cooked by girls (chiz).
-We did see a bit between the wildly fleeing clouds, and the mountAins ​seen through the wild weather seemed even more formidable and impressive. The waterfalls were beaut - nlenty ​of water in them. + 
-By the time we reached Windy Ridge the bad weather had blown itSelf ​out and from Narcissus to Cynthia Bay was great - real N.SX. type feather. To celebrate, we trotted up to Byron Gap (uphill at an average 3 m p.h. - who said girls can't walk:). +We did see a bit between the wildly fleeing clouds, and the mountains ​seen through the wild weather seemed even more formidable and impressive. The waterfalls were beaut - plenty ​of water in them. 
-However, I'd better tell you of a few traps laid for charlies like me so yoa can warn any others who are in a similar ​nosition. (1) I was told "you go first since you will set a good pace etc." - what rot, but the leader ​does fall into the most bogs and get the most mud(2) At Narcissus Evelyn trots in, towel in halid, saying "Gee that swim was great"​. Out thunders Elfick, towel in hand, determined not to be outdone by a female. After a lot of effort he manages to get vet all over, but nearly dies of cold in the process. On returning learns that Evelyn didn't get past a quick wash of thoU hands and face before succumbing to the coldOh the cunning of the femaleNevertheless,​ the treatment I received to bring me back to life just about made up for the pain. (3) Finally, watch out for this secret female-type weapon - the tiny flimsy handkerchief. If a billy was boiling over, I'd reach out with a stock:to get it off, the stick would break and I'd curse and look for another ​stock. Meanwhile, a small-type hand, protected only by one of these flimsy cloth devides, would flit in, save the tea from destruction and be back out of danger before I could even see another stick!+ 
 +By the time we reached Windy Ridge the bad weather had blown itself ​out and from Narcissus to Cynthia Bay was great - real N.S.W. type weather. To celebrate, we trotted up to Byron Gap (uphill at an average 3 m.p.h. - who said girls can't walk). 
 + 
 +However, I'd better tell you of a few traps laid for charlies like me so you can warn any others who are in a similar ​position. (1) I was told "you go first since you will set a good pace etc." - what rot, but the leader ​__does__ ​fall into the most bogs and get the most mud(2) At Narcissus Evelyn trots in, towel in hand, saying "Gee that swim was great"​. Out thunders Elfick, towel in hand, determined not to be outdone by a female. After a lot of effort he manages to get wet all over, but nearly dies of cold in the process. On returning learns that Evelyn didn't get past a quick wash of the hands and face before succumbing to the coldOh the cunning of the femaleNevertheless,​ the treatment I received to bring me back to life just about made up for the pain. (3) Finally, watch out for this secret female-type weapon - the tiny flimsy handkerchief. If a billy was boiling over, I'd reach out with a stick to get it off, the stick would break and I'd curse and look for another ​stick. Meanwhile, a small-type hand, protected only by one of these flimsy cloth devides, would flit in, save the tea from destruction and be back out of danger before I could even see another stick! 
 Still, despite the weather etc., it was a great trip - I wouldn'​t have missed it for the world. Still, despite the weather etc., it was a great trip - I wouldn'​t have missed it for the world.
-lhen we all arrived at the flat, there was bedlam. Imagine five bush- walkers ​in a 2i room flat, cooking, packing and unpacking all at once. When it was time to sleep, you literally cleared a space with your feet and laid down, if possible.+ 
 +When we all arrived at the flat, there was bedlam. Imagine five bushwalkers ​in a 2 1/2 room flat, cooking, packing and unpacking all at once. When it was time to sleep, you literally cleared a space with your feet and laid down, if possible. 
 Then the girls decided to do some of their "​washing"​. The eyes of the old girl who lives upstairs nearly popped out of her head - I can imagine what the old ducks are saying. "I thought John and Barry were nice boys, but since this rough chap from the H.E.C. has arrived, tut - tut - tut!" Then the girls decided to do some of their "​washing"​. The eyes of the old girl who lives upstairs nearly popped out of her head - I can imagine what the old ducks are saying. "I thought John and Barry were nice boys, but since this rough chap from the H.E.C. has arrived, tut - tut - tut!"
-Every time Ruve or Evelyn or myself say hello, all they do is to turn round and chuckle; + 
-16. +Every time Ruve or Evelyn or myself say hello, all they do is to turn round and chuckle! 
-Anyhow, I now have a week's solitary confinement here to straighten things up before the mob returns. I made a great discovery tonight after a lot of work - the floor is covered with linoleum and underneath my left foot is a patch which is a definite green colour. Perhaps we have a green lino floorI must get to work and find out:+ 
 +Anyhow, I now have a week's solitary confinement here to straighten things up before the mob returns. I made a great discovery tonight after a lot of work - the floor is covered with linoleum and underneath my left foot is a patch which is a definite green colour. Perhaps we have a green lino floorI must get to work and find out
 All the best. All the best.
 +
 Michael Elfick. Michael Elfick.
-P.S. We (the H.E.C.) go to the West Coast on 6th January to work on the Ring River Gorge and Pieman River, so I should see a bit of the S.W. then - especially if we get our '​copter back. + 
-P.P.S. For heavens sake don't publish this +P.S. We (the H.E.C.) go to the West Coast on 6th January to work on the King River Gorge and Pieman River, so I should see a bit of the S.W. then - especially if we get our '​copter back. 
-SUMMING CARNIVAL ​1959  + 
-This year's Swimming Carnival will be held on the weekend of 14th 'and 15th February at Lake Eckersley, a -wide sandy bend of the Nbronora ​River; - approached from Heathcote Station by an easy walk of about 2i miles, ​Mo6tlY ​along an unused Water Board Road. The official train is the 12.50'P.m. on +P.P.S. For heavens sake don't publish this! 
-Saturday, whilst the day walk will be on the 8.50 a m. Sunday train. Those + 
-coming out on the Sunday are asked to Make haste as the programme is a full one. Cups of tea will be waiting on arrival! +---- 
-There are two annual trophies to be won - the Henley-Memorial Cup for the + 
-highest point score, and the Mandelberg Cup for the mixed relay handicap race. +===== Swimming Carnival ​1959. ===== 
-It will be interesting to see if Georgina Langley can retain the Henley + 
-Memorial Cup. Will another star come to light?+This year's Swimming Carnival will be held on the weekend of 14th and 15th February at Lake Eckersley, a wide sandy bend of the Woronora ​Riverapproached from Heathcote Station by an easy walk of about 2 1/2 miles, ​mostly ​along an unused Water Board Road. The official train is the 12.50 p.m. on Saturday, whilst the day walk will be on the 8.50 a.m. Sunday train. Those coming out on the Sunday are asked to make haste as the programme is a full one. Cups of tea will be waiting on arrival! 
 + 
 +There are two annual trophies to be won - the Henley Memorial Cup for the highest point score, and the Mandelberg Cup for the mixed relay handicap race. It will be interesting to see if Georgina Langley can retain the Henley Memorial Cup. Will another star come to light? 
 The main events mill be:- The main events mill be:-
-Men's Open Championship + 
-Women'​s Open Championship +  * Men's Open Championship 
-Men's Breaststroke ​Nbmen's Breaststroke ​Nixed Relay Race +  ​* ​Women'​s Open Championship 
-Long Plunge - Gets & Ladies +  ​* ​Men's Breaststroke 
-Underwater Contest Peanut Scramble+  * Women's Breaststroke 
 +  * Mixed Relay Race 
 +  ​* ​Long Plunge - Gents & Ladies 
 +  ​* ​Underwater Contest 
 +  * Peanut Scramble 
 The point score is decided on the open races, breaststroke races and the long plunge. The "Long Plunge"​ consists of running down a sandy bank, landing like a torpedo and floating without arm or leg movement as far as the breath will last. No snorkels please. Good campfire Saturday night. Prospective members and visitors welcome to compete but of course cannot score points or win places. Bring your new Song Books. The point score is decided on the open races, breaststroke races and the long plunge. The "Long Plunge"​ consists of running down a sandy bank, landing like a torpedo and floating without arm or leg movement as far as the breath will last. No snorkels please. Good campfire Saturday night. Prospective members and visitors welcome to compete but of course cannot score points or win places. Bring your new Song Books.
-GUMBOOYA-INGA GUMBOOTA-INGA ​GUYBOOTA-INGA + 
-It is a much used saying that "truth is stranger than fiction",​ and maybe it is too, but I am inclined to believe that there is an intermediate stage that is perhaps truth-and perhaps fiction and perhaps stranger than either of them. At least I must admit it is more fun to write. The follow= ing episode falls into this category. It was originally written for nublication ​in an outside magazine where the characters aren't so wellknown ​as they are to us, so this will account for some of the liberties taken. Now rend on .... +---- 
-SDC FEET UNDER THE EARTH + 
-- "​Scraggy"​+GUMBOOYA-INGA GUMBOOTA-INGA ​GUYBOOYA-INGA 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +It is a much used saying that "truth is stranger than fiction",​ and maybe it is too, but I am inclined to believe that there is an intermediate stage that is perhaps truth and perhaps fiction and perhaps stranger than either of them. At least I must admit it is more fun to write. The following ​episode falls into this category. It was originally written for publication ​in an outside magazine where the characters aren't so well known as they are to us, so this will account for some of the liberties taken. Now read on .... 
 + 
 +===== Six Feet Under The Earth. ===== 
 + 
 +- "​Scraggy"​
 Now speliology (or cave exploring) is a subject on which I delight to let my hair down because I've done quite a bit of it and haven'​t enjoyed it very much. Why do I go at all? Ah! well you see, Grace is very keen. Now speliology (or cave exploring) is a subject on which I delight to let my hair down because I've done quite a bit of it and haven'​t enjoyed it very much. Why do I go at all? Ah! well you see, Grace is very keen.
-I think one of the most humerous things about caving is to hear the performance of someone caught in a "​squeezehole", ​nroviding ​of course you are not following them through. A squeezehole is a small, often tiny, nassage ​of varying length that connects caverns underground. These nassnges ​must have been a tight fit even on the water which originally formed them and yet, for a certain intrepid cavers, they provide what could almost be described as a fatal attraction. + 
-One such 6/-6" explorer, known to his friends for irrelevant reasons as "The Admiral",​ was almost fatally attracted to a squeezehole in the Mammoth Cave at Jenolan. Personally, I can't believe that this particular hole was worn by anything but an intoxicated spirit because in its 25 ft. length it performs every contortion known to geometry, except the corkScrew. It begins with a straight slit 12" wide, goes into a backward '​U'​ bend, develops into a forward ​IS' bend and finishes with fishhook and keyhole. This may sound uncomfortable,​ but let me assure you no description can convey the feeling of discomfort inspired when one is actually stuck: +I think one of the most humerous things about caving is to hear the performance of someone caught in a "​squeezehole", ​providing ​of course you are not following them through. A squeezehole is a small, often tiny, passage ​of varying length that connects caverns underground. These passages ​must have been a tight fit even on the water which originally formed them and yet, for a certain intrepid cavers, they provide what could almost be described as a fatal attraction. 
-Now the Admirnl's first mistake was to take up caving at all - he just not built for it, but more to the point in question, his mistake was to enter the 12" slit entrance of the squeeze on his left side instead of his right.So it was he encountered a minor setback right at the beginning when he found that his spine just wouldn'​t bend backwards sufficiently to fit the '11' bend:. He passed this information forward and was in no way relieved by the hilarity. + 
-"​You'​ll have to get through, Admiral, you're holding ​un half the narty!" Muffled mirth. +One such 6'-6" explorer, known to his friends for irrelevant reasons as "The Admiral",​ was almost fatally attracted to a squeezehole in the Mammoth Cave at Jenolan. Personally, I can't believe that this particular hole was worn by anything but an intoxicated spirit because in its 25 ft. length it performs every contortion known to geometry, except the corkscrew. It begins with a straight slit 12" wide, goes into a backward '​U'​ bend, develops into a forward ​'S' bend and finishes with fishhook and keyhole. This may sound uncomfortable,​ but let me assure you no description can convey the feeling of discomfort inspired when one is actually stuck
-"But I tell you just don't bend that way!" "Can you get on to your other side then?"​ + 
-With a tremendous clatter of hobnails and laboured grunts, the Admiral sought to rotate himself in the confined ​snace+Now the Admiral's first mistake was to take up caving at all - he just not built for it, but more to the point in question, his mistake was to enter the 12" slit entrance of the squeeze on his left side instead of his right. So it was he encountered a minor setback right at the beginning when he found that his spine just wouldn'​t bend backwards sufficiently to fit the 'U' bend. He passed this information forward and was in no way relieved by the hilarity. 
-"Watch out Admiral:" complained Bev, who was right behind him. "'You nearly got my teeth then:"+ 
 +"​You'​ll have to get through, Admiral, you're holding ​up half the party!" Muffled mirth. 
 + 
 +"But I tell you just don't bend that way!" 
 + 
 +"Can you get on to your other side then?" 
 + 
 +With a tremendous clatter of hobnails and laboured grunts, the Admiral sought to rotate himself in the confined ​space. 
 + 
 +"Watch out Admiral!" complained Bev, who was right behind him. "You nearly got my teeth then!" 
 At last, with a final grunt and sigh, the Admiral announced, "​I'​ve done it, I think."​ At last, with a final grunt and sigh, the Admiral announced, "​I'​ve done it, I think."​
-18.+
 "What do you mean you think?"​ "What do you mean you think?"​
 +
 "Well, my feet are still facing the other way". "Well, my feet are still facing the other way".
 +
 "Never mind them. They'​ll come with the rest of you". "Never mind them. They'​ll come with the rest of you".
-As you may imagine, the sound of even heavy breathing in sueh aonfined + 
-space is considerable,​ but when its a matter of grunting, puffing, ​15anting ​and +As you may imagine, the sound of even heavy breathing in such confined ​space is considerable,​ but when its a matter of grunting, puffing, ​panting ​and kicking hobnailed boots against hard limestone, the din is deafening. 
-kicking hobnailed boots against hard limestone, the din is deafening. + 
-All these sounds we heard (together with some muffled curses) as the +All these sounds we heard (together with some muffled curses) as the Admiral progressed around the 'U' bend. He'd just got his feet back facing the same way as his head, and his head and shoulders were moving into the second ​part of the 'S' bend, when he discovered that his feet weren'​t following him. In fact, his legs from the knee down seemed to be just too long to fit round into the "​S'​ bend. He experimented with a few different angles and succeeded in getting one leg jammed with the knee in a hollow in the floor and his foot hooked somehow on the roof. 
-+
-Admiral progressed around the '1J' bend. He'd just got his feet back facing +
-the same way as his head, and his head and shoulders were moving into the seeond +
-part of the '3' bend, when he discovered that his feet weren'​t following him. +
-In fact, his legs from the knee down seemed to be just too long to fit round into the "​S'​ bend. He experimented with a few different angles and succeeded +
-in getting one leg jammed with the knee in a hollow in the floor and his foot +
-hooked somehow on the roof.+
 "Er, Bev, can you see my right foot?" "Er, Bev, can you see my right foot?"
 +
 "Yes, it's there Admiral."​ "Yes, it's there Admiral."​
-"I know it's there: But can you see why it wont come down from the roof?" "​That'​s your left foot on the roof."​ + 
-"WhatAre you sure you're looking at my feet?​!"​+"I know it's there: But can you see why it won'​t ​come down from the roof?" 
 + 
 +"​That'​s your __left__ ​foot on the roof." 
 + 
 +"WhatAre you sure you're looking at my feet?​!"​ 
 "Size eleven."​ "Size eleven."​
-"Must be. I suppose I got them muddled when:they were facing the other way. 1V6.1:1, can you get it unstuck, whichever it is:"+ 
 +"Must be. I suppose I got them muddled when they were facing the other way. Well, can you get it unstuck, whichever it is!" 
 "Hang on, I'll try." "Hang on, I'll try."
-There was a pause while Bev manouvered into a better ​'position, then came + 
-the sound of blows interspersed with cries from the Admiral. +There was a pause while Bev manouvered into a better position, then came the sound of blows interspersed with cries from the Admiral. 
-Thud"Ow:" Thud! "Ouch:" Thud"Hey!! What are you getting it out with?​!"​ + 
-I'm trying to knock it out with my rock hammer, but it wont come. +Thud"Ow!" Thud! "Ouch!" Thud"Hey!! What are you getting it out with?​!"​ 
-have to take off your boot. Hang on." + 
-"Hang onWhere do you think I'​d ​g +"I'm trying to knock it out with my rock hammer, but it wont come. I'​ll ​have to take off your boot. Hang on." 
-While Bev laboured to remove the boot, the carbide lamp at the other end of the Admiral, which had been flickering for a time, finally went out, leaving him in darkness. With more muffled curses, the Admiral decided to rectify this + 
-because, quite apart from being in the dark, the acetylene gas, no longer burning, kept leaking into the atmosphere and while it wasn't dangerous, it smelt vile. The matches, of course, were in his overalls pocket and as he was +"Hang onWhere do you think I'd." 
-lying on his right arm, he couldn'​t use that, so after much labour he got his left arm down near the matches just as Bev removed the boot. + 
-19i +While Bev laboured to remove the boot, the carbide lamp at the other end of the Admiral, which had been flickering for a time, finally went out, leaving him in darkness. With more muffled curses, the Admiral decided to rectify this because, quite apart from being in the dark, the acetylene gas, no longer burning, kept leaking into the atmosphere and while it wasn't dangerous, it smelt vile. The matches, of course, were in his overalls pocket and as he was lying on his right arm, he couldn'​t use that, so after much labour he got his left arm down near the matches just as Bev removed the boot. 
-"RightOff you go Admiral:" "I can't. I'm not ready yet:+ 
-"Not ready:: You do nothihg ​but lay there while I wait on you hand and foot and then you're not ready!"​ +"RightOff you go Admiral!" 
-"​But ​rizr light'​s gone c.)ut:+ 
-"What do yob. need a light for? You can't get lost."​ +"I can't. I'm not ready yet!" 
-So it was that the Admiral was talked into nroceeding ​with one boot on, both arms by his side and his light out. Of co-urse ​he didn't get more than a foot before the leg with the boot on got caught, and by this time his shoulders were also jammed and the lamp was leald ng acetylene right under his nose. + 
-wont bore you with the rest of the story. Enough to say that the Admiral extricated himself with the greatest alacrity when Bev accidentally?​ left her carbide lamp playing against his overalls and set them on fire. +"Not ready!! You do nothing ​but lay there while I wait on you hand and foot and then you're not ready!"​ 
-Efa,araa + 
-"The roughest country in the State" is usually discovered by the press on the Tuesdays following long weekends. It is located wherever the lost hikers happen to be and descriptions of it help fill the spaces between the advertisements and reports of accidents. But the S.M.H., in an intrepid sortie to the North on the weekend of 7th and 8th December, located it on the HaWkesburywhere the new power line is being laid. +"​But ​my light'​s gone out!" 
-0 o + 
-ULL,U ja.A.L,​A.R ​+"What do you need a light for? You can't get lost." 
-0 0 0_ + 
-If not, this may be just what you're looking for 11 +So it was that the Admiral was talked into proceeding ​with one boot on, both arms by his side and his light out. Of course ​he didn't get more than a foot before the leg with the boot on got caught, and by this time his shoulders were also jammed and the lamp was leaking ​acetylene right under his nose. 
-_ o + 
-The 1959 Mae claR TRIAL to be hell'd_ on the last weekend of February. +won'​t ​bore you with the rest of the story. Enough to say that the Admiral extricated himself with the greatest alacrity when Bev accidentally?​ left her carbide lamp playing against his overalls and set them on fire. 
-UN + 
-1911711 +---- 
-0 o 0 + 
-FOOTWEAR +=== Stop Press. === 
-The walking season for 1959 is fast approaching + 
-and for those once again thinking of N72.WFOOTIAIEAR, we +"The roughest country in the State" is usually discovered by the press on the Tuesdays following long weekends. It is located wherever the lost hikers happen to be and descriptions of it help fill the spaces between the advertisements and reports of accidents. But the S.M.H., in an intrepid sortie to the North on the weekend of 7th and 8th December, located it on the HaWkesburywhere the new power line is being laid. 
-wish to announce a new shipment of Commando Soles has just arrived and we have placed further orders for boots to be made up with these soles fitted. Our last shipment sold out very quickly. + 
-These boots are becoming more and more popular as the more cautious buyer learns from a new owner of their versatility and makes the plunge ! I+----- 
 + 
 +=== Have you found your car a trial=== 
 + 
 +If not, this may be just what you're looking for!! 
 + 
 +The 1959 S.B.W. Car Trial to be hell'on the last weekend of February. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Paddy Made. ===== 
 + 
 +=== Footwear. === 
 + 
 +The walking season for 1959 is fast approaching and for those once again thinking of new footwear, we wish to announce a new shipment of Commando Soles has just arrived and we have placed further orders for boots to be made up with these soles fitted. Our last shipment sold out very quickly. 
 + 
 +These boots are becoming more and more popular as the more cautious buyer learns from a new owner of their versatility and makes the plunge!
 Just to refresh your memory, these boots have the following special features:- Just to refresh your memory, these boots have the following special features:-
-Commando Sole stuck and brass-screwed to solid double butt leather sole. + 
-High-quality chrome-tanned uppers all sewn with double waxed thread and triple stitched at vital points. +  * Commando Sole stuck and brass-screwed to solid double butt leather sole. 
-All soles fitted the full length of the boot.+  ​* ​High-quality chrome-tanned uppers all sewn with double waxed thread and triple stitched at vital points. 
 +  ​* ​All soles fitted the full length of the boot. 
 In all, an article of footwear to take a lot of hard punishment and give reliable service. In all, an article of footwear to take a lot of hard punishment and give reliable service.
-PRICEP..a PAIR 5. 5. O. Colours - Black or -- Tan, + 
-ANOTHER NEW LINE IN FOOTWEAR +Price per pair £5. 5. O. Colours - Black or Tan
-Special miners'​ socks but much-improved heavier quality than previously - so replace those worn socks now - at 8/6d per pair ! I + 
-JUST ARRIVED+__Another new line in footwear__. 
 + 
 +Special miners'​ socks but much-improved heavier quality than previously - so replace those worn socks now - at 8/6d per pair!!! 
 + 
 +__Just arrived__. 
 Full range of carabiners just arrived - priced from 9/9 to 27/6d. Full range of carabiners just arrived - priced from 9/9 to 27/6d.
-PADDY PAWN 
-Lightweight Camp Gear, 
-201 CASTLF REACH Si. SYDNEY 
  
 +Paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear.
 +
 +201 Castlereagh St., Sydney.
 +
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