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- | n | + | ======THE SYDNEY |
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- | ; | + | A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales. |
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- | t:THE SYDNEY | + | **No. 14. August 1933** |
- | 11. Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of | + | |
- | the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales. | + | //Publishing Committee:// |
- | No. 14. August 1933. | + | Misses Brenda White (Editor), Marjorie Bill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne |
- | Publishing Committee: | + | |
- | Misses Brenda White, (Editor), Marjorie Bill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene BrOwne | + | =====EDITORIAL===== |
- | EDITORIAL | + | |
- | Attached to the 5th. Annual Report was a list of Members at 28.2.33. Since then we are pleased to welcome to the Club the following new Members:- | + | Attached to the 5th. Annual Report was a list of Members at 28.2.33. Since then we are pleased to welcome to the Club the following new Members: |
- | Dave Kernohan, Thelma Dibley, Iris Rockstro (Roxy), | + | |
- | Jack Bolton, Mavis Dibley, Les Douglas, and | + | | Dave Kernohan |
- | Frank Whiddon, Jean Turnbull, Arthur Webber (Pinkie). | + | | Jack Bolton |
+ | | Frank Whiddon | ||
Owing to limited space, several interesting contributions have to be held over till next issue, but acknowledgment is tendered to Chas. Pryde and Norm Rodd, with the hope that they will not mind. | Owing to limited space, several interesting contributions have to be held over till next issue, but acknowledgment is tendered to Chas. Pryde and Norm Rodd, with the hope that they will not mind. | ||
- | We also have an enjoyable article " | + | |
- | Many thanks, Mary. | + | We also have an enjoyable article " |
- | Brenda White. | + | //Brenda White.// |
- | "THE COX AND OTHER PLACES" | + | |
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+ | =====THE COX AND OTHER PLACES===== | ||
Being a tale of the peregrinations of She, Me and They. | Being a tale of the peregrinations of She, Me and They. | ||
- | By Walter J. Roots. | + | //By Walter J. Roots.// |
Came Saturday, and so to the Caves Express with Wife, Imps and baggage sufficient to please the heart of any Porter. We were bound for the Cox, all of us filled with the thrill of the great unknown and prayers to the Weather god. | Came Saturday, and so to the Caves Express with Wife, Imps and baggage sufficient to please the heart of any Porter. We were bound for the Cox, all of us filled with the thrill of the great unknown and prayers to the Weather god. | ||
- | To Blackheath anon and thence by car down Megalong to the Bill oterlooking | + | |
- | We took the lightest two and the babes and ambled down the hill; Pa plucked up energy later on and returned for the other pill. And so in time we cans to the first camp the homestead on Galong Creek. | + | To Blackheath anon and thence by car down Megalong to the hill overlooking |
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- | Good friend Carlon made us welcome and next morn loaded all our heavy gear upon a wily mare - one " | + | We took the lightest two and the babes and ambled down the hill; Pa plucked up energy later on and returned for the other pill. And so in time we came to the first camp - the homestead on Galong Creek. |
- | And so we journeyed down Breakfast Creek, that rugged home of a raging torrent (this is when it do rain), along sideling tracks, over boulders, fallen trees) and just plain rocks unto the Cox. Tired were we and not a little hungry, so we plied ourselves forthwith to eating down the load. Then for me, a whiff of "Lady Nicotine" | + | |
- | What a place this was in which to dream; Silver moon touching all about with mystic light, twinkling stars that peeped through notwithstanding; | + | Good friend Carlon made us welcome and next morn loaded all our heavy gear upon a wily mare - one " |
- | Up with the flies, swim, eat, pack and away to Konangarool The meander- | + | |
- | ings of the crystal brook made many crossings necessary and each crossing opened up new vistas all appealing, fresh and different from those behind. Before us we chased the dreamy cattle, which viewed us with lazy, inquisitive or reproachful eyes, according to their individual reaction to man's disturbing presence. Ever and anon, with a flurry of wings, a flock of ducks would take the air, evidently they knew of the danger attendant on proximity to cattle with two legs. We reached our destination as the shadows started creeping up the eastern slopes, and glad were we to pitch our tent and fill two little tummies | + | And so we journeyed down Breakfast Creek, that rugged home of a raging torrent (this is when it do rain), along sideling tracks, over boulders, fallen trees and just plain rocks unto the Cox. Tired were we and not a little hungry, so we plied ourselves forthwith to eating down the load. Then for me, a whiff of "Lady Nicotine" |
- | Our camp was in a clump of Apple gums and turpentines, | + | |
- | twenty to two, must be " | + | What a place this was in which to dream! Silver moon touching all about with mystic light, twinkling stars that peeped through notwithstanding; |
- | Now followed charming days of blissful idleness and perfect rest - that is if we forget the imps most mischievous, | + | |
- | given us fine days, albeit mighty hot. The imps bathed " | + | Up with the flies, swim, eat, pack and away to Konangaroo! |
- | this upon such chubby legs. Happy voices told of the joy of living, gladdening | + | |
- | Her heart, and also mine. | + | Ever and anon, with a flurry of wings, a flock of ducks would take the air, evidently they knew of the danger attendant on proximity to cattle with two legs. We reached our destination as the shadows started creeping up the eastern slopes, and glad were we to pitch our tent and fill two little tummies - and our own! |
- | An eel we caught, full three feet six of wriggles, but mighty good was he when boiled' | + | |
- | sorrowful sigh we left our campsite rare. Packs still were mighty hefty, we had yet a week to go, and this time no packhorse. This bit was far too tough to | + | Our camp was in a clump of Apple gums and turpentines, |
- | offer much enjoyment, so we'll draw the veil and endeavour to forget. | + | |
- | Back once more with good friends Carlon, and thanks to their hospitality, | + | In the morn we must return the wily " |
- | Once more we took the trail up Megalong and camped the night on the creek near Kirbyls | + | |
- | Thus endea a trip most memorable, blessed with good weather, endowed with wonderful hospitality by the bushfolk, and enriched by the companionship of the three best cobbers man could have. | + | Now followed charming days of blissful idleness and perfect rest - that is if we forget the imps most mischievous, |
- | "THE RISE AND DECLINE OF THE BLENNALKERS"? | + | |
- | "The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled | + | An eel we caught, full three feet six of wriggles, but mighty good was he when boiled and fried. Came from a clan of fighters this one, and half an hour’s |
- | Even though the hook is rather, obvious, as a true-blue | + | |
- | Though the " | + | Back once more with good friends Carlon, and thanks to their hospitality, |
- | We may not brag as much now as we used to - it is so difficult these days to find anything tough enough to brag about to other bush walkers, while '' | + | |
- | all you ever see of the Bush Walkers is their tails disappearing in the distance." | + | Once more we took the trail up Megalong and camped the night on the creek near Kirby’s |
- | By the way, it is no wonder the Bush Walkers carry such large packs! It is recorded that on a recent Sunday evening one member ate eight sausages as part of his tea. Not every one can " | + | |
- | Just one word of warning, though, to " | + | Thus ended a trip most memorable, blessed with good weather, endowed with wonderful hospitality by the bushfolk, and enriched by the companionship of the three best cobbers man could have. |
- | 3amauflage | + | |
- | " | + | =====THE RISE AND DECLINE OF THE BUSHWALKERS===== |
- | "The snail' | + | |
- | But oh, the lots and lots of food these lettuce-lovers eats Mere you and I would be content with one nice juicy chop, The vegetarian requires three-quarters of a crop. | + | //"The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled |
- | We go to bed at ten o' | + | |
- | Instead of gnawing at a bone, as dogs are glad to do, | + | Even though the hook is rather, obvious, as a true-blue |
- | He'll eat a raw of peas and beans and all your seedlings, too. The dog or cat is cheap to feed, an economic pet, | + | |
- | And dogs may easily be trained, are versed in etiquette; But vegetarianism is a very different tale, | + | Though the " |
- | And none may curb the greed or mend the manners of the snail." | + | |
- | Ruth M. Bedford. | + | We may not brag as much now as we used to - it is so difficult these days to find anything tough enough to brag about to other bush walkers, while "non-serious hikers" |
- | Obviously, Miss Bedford had made a careful study of the mail before she contributed this poem to the " | + | |
- | stuff they do, beats me. A real Bush Walker would prefer to chew tin: Yes, indeed; We put this on record in one of our oldest songs - | + | By the way, it is no wonder the Bush Walkers carry such large packs! It is recorded that on a recent Sunday evening one member ate eight sausages as part of his tea. Not every one can " |
- | "And when they gave him nut-meat, | + | |
- | Geographica. | + | Just one word of warning, though, to " |
- | THE ROOF OF AUSTRALIA. | + | |
- | Seated around a breakfast table at the Chalet, Charlotte Pass, recently a party of ten adventurous men and four not so adventurous girls discussed plans for the day. From the experiences of the previous evening, related by some of the party, it was soon decided' | + | |
- | The girls reached, an early decision to have a restful day -write a few letters and perhaps try the maw later on. We men, after much discussion, decided on the Summit as the day's objective, and, taking small packetsk | + | |
- | -5- | + | =====THE |
- | the Main Range. From this rose peaks cf all shapes and sizes, | + | |
- | After taking our fill of the view we put on our ski and set off down the frozen slope to the road. It was hard going, for rocks and scrub showing through the maw made straight running impossible, and we had to edge down very carefully. We kept an the road for a short distance and then set off down a slope to the Snowy, and having crossed, our way led over many steep hills and granite outcrops Seaman' | + | "The snail' |
- | Once on the top near the old and battered trig station, we all experienced that wonderful feeling of something worth-while accomplished, | + | But oh, the lots and lots of food these lettuce-lovers eats!\\ |
- | The view from the Summit, though not so inspiring as that from Charlotte Pass, was wonderfully extensive, and the snow-tipped ridge of Mount Buffalo seemed only a stone' | + | Where you and I would be content with one nice juicy chop,\\ |
- | Although the view was one that we could have watched for hours, the bitter wind soon made us turn and hurry down the mountainside towards home As we went we looked at the steep, glistening slopes and wished we had the nerve and experience to negotiate them, and felt that Dr. Schlink of the Ski Club was right when he said at the opening of the Chalet: " | + | The vegetarian requires three-quarters of a crop.\\ |
- | Richard J. Croker, | + | We go to bed at ten o' |
- | LYRE-TALES & OTHER TALES. | + | Indulging uninvited his voracious appetite;\\ |
- | By M. Baoon. | + | Instead of gnawing at a bone, as dogs are glad to do,\\ |
- | "A single conversation across the table with | + | He'll eat a raw of peas and beans and all your seedlings, too.\\ |
- | a wise man is worth a month of study of books." | + | The dog or cat is cheap to feed, an economic pet,\\ |
- | Bearing this in mind, two enthusiasts and one wise man went dawn to the Scientists' | + | And dogs may easily be trained, are versed in etiquette;\\ |
- | --6- | + | But vegetarianism is a very different tale,\\ |
- | listened to the deep-throated | + | And none may curb the greed or mend the manners of the snail." |
- | We had gone a considerdale | + | //Ruth M. Bedford.// |
- | to the home of a Yellow-footed Pouched-Mouse, | + | |
- | Upon leaving the cave we noted a few sticks protruding over a ridge, and, manoeuvring around, saw that it was a partly built Lyrebird' | + | Obviously, Miss Bedford had made a careful study of the snail before she contributed this poem to the " |
- | away from the spot, hoping that we had not left too much "human smell" | + | |
- | We clambered down the escarpment again, when we came upon an old Lyretail' | + | //"And when they gave him nut-meat,\\ // |
- | in leaving "human smell" near a deserted nest. About six feet away we oaught | + | //He almost ate the tin."\\ // |
- | sight of yet another nest; this, too, being still in the course of construction. This seemed too good to be true; the finding of three Lyretaills | + | //Geographica.// |
- | Having dined, we had a little mental food in the discussion of Charles Darwin and his theories, and agreed upon the difference between "man being descended from apes" and "man and ape having a oommon | + | |
- | At about ten o' | + | |
- | Frank Whiddon was up early in the morning and went up the hillside in the ho r- | + | |
- | -7_ | + | =====THE ROOF OF AUSTRALIA===== |
- | L, | + | |
- | urageti | + | Seated around a breakfast table at the Chalet, Charlotte Pass, recently a party of ten adventurous men and four not so adventurous girls discussed plans for the day. From the experiences of the previous evening, related by some of the party, it was soon decided that to remain on the slopes about the Chalet, as had been the original intention, was out of the question, as very frozen, bumpy snow holds no pleasure even for expert skiers, and for the comparative novices who made up most of the party, it meant only busters and bruises galore. |
- | the trio then went an a photographic expedition, the first picture being of a giant turpentine about fifty yards from the Cabin; a tree which is said to be the largest turpentine still remaining unscathed in the Park. | + | |
- | We then again visited the bower, but-the owner was unfortunately still awey, We photographed the bower whilst the Power-bird was absent. The bowers and playground built by Australian Bower-Birds are unique among avian structures. A small platform of twigs is first built into the ground by the male '' | + | The girls reached, an early decision to have a restful day - write a few letters and perhaps try the snow later on. We men, after much discussion, decided on the Summit as the day's objective, and, taking small packets of lunch, we shouldered skis and set off for the climb up Charlotte Pass. Having |
- | Freshly picked flowers showed that the bird had been at the bower that morning, The Satin Bower-bird also paints his bowerl | + | |
- | We left this interesting spot and returned to the Cabin for breakfast. After breakfasting, | + | After taking our fill of the view we put on our skis and set off down the frozen slope to the road. It was hard going, for rocks and scrub showing through the snow made straight running impossible, and we had to edge down very carefully. We kept on the road for a short distance and then set off down a slope to the Snowy, and having crossed, our way led over many steep hills and granite outcrops Seaman' |
- | Posaum. Upon ings; | + | |
- | being marsupial at first glance and then came dawn to species by the examination of the teeth. Dentition is always of paramount importance in the identification | + | Once on the top near the old and battered trig station, we all experienced that wonderful feeling of something worth-while accomplished, |
- | and study of mammals. | + | |
- | We clambered further around the escarpment, but without much reward. Striking up into the heath lands, we saw many Tawny-crowned and WhiteA0earded. | + | The view from the Summit, though not so inspiring as that from Charlotte Pass, was wonderfully extensive, and the snow-tipped ridge of Mount Buffalo seemed only a stone' |
- | Honeyeaters, | + | |
- | picturesque heathy ridge out nearly to the coast, and as it commenced to rain, travelled by track along to the Garie road. We then observed a specimen of Australia' | + | Although the view was one that we could have watched for hours, the bitter wind soon made us turn and hurry down the mountainside towards home. As we went we looked at the steep, glistening slopes and wished we had the nerve and experience to negotiate them, and felt that Dr. Schlink of the Ski Club was right when he said at the opening of the Chalet: " |
- | ourselves, had a meal, and then returned to Waterfall. | + | //Richard J. Croker// |
- | Such little jaunts with experienced nature Observers help one to appreciate | + | |
- | to a much greater extent the country through which one is walking. It makes an outing not only full of vigorous exercise, but full of interest as well. It sharpens one's powers of Observation and keeps one keenly alert to all the interesting phases of nature. | + | =====LYRE-TALES & OTHER TALES===== |
- | - 8 - | + | //By M. Bacon// |
- | TEE MAN WHO FORGETS HIS CAMPING GEAR. | + | |
- | He is not a careless chap. On the contrary he is a very methodical fellow. The sort of man, veto, when camping, always washes the dishes and his teeth before turning in and folds all his spare clothes before turning out - the light. | + | An old Chinese proverb says:- |
+ | |||
+ | //"A single conversation across the table with | ||
+ | a wise man is worth a month of study of books." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bearing this in mind, two enthusiasts and one wise man went down to the Scientists' | ||
+ | |||
+ | We had gone a considerable | ||
+ | |||
+ | Upon leaving the cave we noted a few sticks protruding over a ridge, and, manoeuvring around, saw that it was a partly built Lyrebird' | ||
+ | |||
+ | We clambered down the escarpment again, when we came upon an old Lyretail' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Having dined, we had a little mental food in the discussion of Charles Darwin and his theories, and agreed upon the difference between "man being descended from apes" and "man and ape having a common | ||
+ | |||
+ | At about ten o' | ||
+ | Frank Whiddon was up early in the morning and went up the hillside in the hope | ||
+ | of seeing | ||
+ | discouraged | ||
+ | |||
+ | We then again visited the bower, but the owner was unfortunately still away. We photographed the bower whilst the Bower-bird was absent. The bowers and playground built by Australian Bower-Birds are unique among avian structures. A small platform of twigs is first built into the ground by the male '' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Freshly picked flowers showed that the bird had been at the bower that morning, The Satin Bower-bird also paints his bower! | ||
+ | |||
+ | We left this interesting spot and returned to the Cabin for breakfast. After breakfasting, | ||
+ | |||
+ | We clambered further around the escarpment, but without much reward. Striking up into the heath lands, we saw many Tawny-crowned and White-bearded | ||
+ | |||
+ | Such little jaunts with experienced nature Observers help one to appreciate to a much greater extent the country through which one is walking. It makes an outing not only full of vigorous exercise, but full of interest as well. It sharpens one's powers of Observation and keeps one keenly alert to all the interesting phases of nature. | ||
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+ | =====THE | ||
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+ | He is not a careless chap. On the contrary he is a very methodical fellow. The sort of man, who, when camping, always washes the dishes and his teeth before turning in and folds all his spare clothes before turning out the light. | ||
He carries spare bootlaces, batteries, axe handle, watertight match box and all his tucker in ration bags carefully labelled. | He carries spare bootlaces, batteries, axe handle, watertight match box and all his tucker in ration bags carefully labelled. | ||
- | Haw then does so perfect a camper come to forget his gear? | + | |
+ | How then does so perfect a camper come to forget his gear? | ||
It's like this, being such a particular fellow he wanted the very best possible gear and so, of course, he went round to Paddy Pallin' | It's like this, being such a particular fellow he wanted the very best possible gear and so, of course, he went round to Paddy Pallin' | ||
- | His tent holds two in comfort (he likes company so long as it - the company we mean - is not too untidy). It - we mean the tent - has little pockets in the walls in which odds and ends may be stowed, and it has fittings for a mosquito net which he uses in summer. His rucksack - need we say it? - is a " | + | |
- | As we said before, he forgets his camping gear - because he has learnt that he can trust Paddy' | + | His tent holds two in comfort (he likes company so long as it - the company we mean - is not too untidy). It - we mean the tent - has little pockets in the walls in which odds and ends may be stowed, and it has fittings for a mosquito net which he uses in summer. His rucksack - need we say it? - is a " |
+ | |||
+ | As we said before, he forgets his camping gear - because he has learnt that he can trust Paddy' | ||
Phone - B.3101. | Phone - B.3101. | ||
- | PAULIN, | + | P. A. PALLIN |
312 George Street, | 312 George Street, | ||
(Over Hallam' | (Over Hallam' | ||
SYDNEY. | SYDNEY. | ||
- | Donnee met us at Canberra Etation about 6 a,m on the Sat-urday and drove us cut to Tidbinbilla about forty miles distant. Here the car was parked under a tree in faith and hope that no one would dive off with it before our return. Then we set off on foot up the bridle track to the head of the Tidbinbilla Creek, firstly through open sheep country and then through bushland. It was a cold | + | |
- | bleak morning with heavy mist and cloud which did not lift till midday, so there was no view as we crossed the col and dropped down on the other side to the Cottar River up whose valley we proposed to make our way. | + | |
- | The Cottar is a delightful swift-flawing stream rushing along over a clear, stony bed. It was then snow-fed and icy cold, but seldom more than half way over the knees and therefore easily fordable. We had hoped to find a track of a sort along the river, but all signs of any track ended when we reached the valley, so we had no alternative but to set off without. Following the banks of the Cottar does not present any of the difficulties met with on such a stream as the Geehi Creek at Kosciusko, but neither does one meet the long, pleasant, easy stretches of such a river as the Shoalhaven. The country is just ordinarily rough and the valley V shaped, so that at every bend of the river it is necessary either to climb over the steep spur of the hill or else ford the water. To begin with, we climbed+ the hills, but later in the day we started fording the ri7er, and on the whole found this the better proposition. But the absence of a track upset our calculations completely and the Bimberi began to fade into the misty future of things hoped for, but not realised. | + | =====THAT WARRAGAMBA RIVER===== |
- | Just as darkness fell, we crossed the Kangaroo Creek down whose valley comes another track that continues on up the Cottar River. We made camp on the river flats here under the shade of straggling blue gums. There was a sharp frost in the night, but we nevertheless arose at 4,45 a.m.. We were not the least little bit thrilled to find that the track started by crossing the icy waterskrf the river. With frost on the ground and wet boots and wet knickerbockers, | + | |
- | some hours 1-,Qfore we got any feeling into our frozen feet. But the track was | + | //By Barney// |
- | fairly distinct and the Binaperi began to grow out of the misty future into the | + | |
- | nearer possibility of the present. After two and a half hours of wading and rewading the river and following the track, we finally left our camping things on a grassy flat where the river completely redoubled on its tracks and flawed along two sides of a meadow scarcely more than a few yards wide,, | + | As I think of the holiday weekend |
- | By now the valley of the Cottar had widened out. Generally, there were grassy flats, and even when the hillsides were tree-covered, | + | |
- | to be shot at dawn. However, instead of shooting us, the officer in charge entertained us to morning tea with potatoes, damper, meat and jam, told us the easiest way up the BiMberi and the way back via the Kangaroo Creek. | + | How it came about that I was deluded into the belief that a trip down the Warragamba River was something to be much desired, I cannot |
- | We left the homestead with light hearts feeling that the Bimberi was already | + | |
- | in our pockets. In point of fact, it was a two and a half hour s7 climb up the | + | We left Sydney on Friday night and as the railway clock struck ten past nine to the minute, the " |
- | spur of the hill facing before we reached the snowy upland on top, The rise is | + | |
- | very gentle and we passed through the usual change from tall trees to straggly snow gums and snow grass. There seemed to be none of the sUbalpine flora that | + | We were, reading from left to right; first of all, Auntie, a lady with an Alto voice, and a penchant for chocolate " |
- | you meet on Kosciusko, but to make up for this the mountain is true to name; it does go up and come down again on the other side. There was possibly a foot | + | |
- | of snow on the summit and a bitter wind blew through us as we stood on the cairn, studied the map, took photographs and generally admired the views It was, I think, the most interesting view I have seen in Australia. We could pick out, | + | A little bit farther round is what at first might be taken for an accident; close inspection however, will disclose none other than Frank Whiddon. By his side gapes a large hole - oh! pardon me, it's shut again. Yes, it's Keith and he's still eating; if he stops he gets stomach ache in the small of his back. Lastly comes Mr. D. Witt (no relation to the pills), a surveyor of note, who usually found the track when all seemed lost. Unfortunately, |
- | ..9.. | + | |
- | TEAT WPRRAGAMBA RIVER | + | Well, night had fallen a long while when we made camp, but as usual it was day that broke next morning - a day of sun and bulging calves and grunts and groans and frequent " |
- | My Barnoyc) | + | |
- | ksS. think of theholiaay' | + | We slept near McMahon's on the Cox River on Saturday night (bath night) and by lunch time next day were at the junction of the Warragamba |
- | Haw it cane about that I was deluded into the belief that a trip down the Warragamba River was something to be much desired, I cannot | + | |
- | We left Sydney on Friday night and as the railway clock struck ten past nine to the minute, the " | + | We breathed water, slopped through water, pushed it aside at every step, and caused a small deluge at every contact with shrub or bush. Then the " |
- | We were, reading from left to right; first of all, Auntie, a lady with an Alto voice, and a penchant for chocolate " | + | |
- | A little bit farther round is what at first night be taken for an accident; close inspection however, will disclose none other than Frank Whiddon. By his side gapes a large hole - oh) pardon me, it's shut again. Yes, it's Keith and he's still eating; if he stops he gets stomach ache in the mall of his back. Lastly comes Mr. D. Witt (no relation to the pills), a surveyor of note, who usually found the track when all seemed lost. 'Unfortunately, | + | Hour after hour I stumbled on, caked with mud, wringing wet, and full of venom for everything and everyone, while D.W. surged on in my wake, giving vent to such a stream of invective that in spite of myself, I began to feel quite cheerful, and when he became temporarily incapacitated at full length between two rocks, in a bed of mud and grass, I sniggered loudly, albeit I helped him up as his ears were the only parts of his anatomy which showed signs of animation: What he said is of no consequence whatever. |
- | Well, night had fallen a long while when we made camp, but as usual it was day that broke next morning - a day of sun and bulging calves and grunts and groans and frequent " | + | |
- | We slept near McMshon's on the Cox River on Saturday night (bath night) and by lunch time next day were at the junction of the larragaMba | + | |
- | -10- | + | |
- | We breathed water, slopped through water, pushed it aside at every step, and caused a small deluge at every contact with shrub or bush. Then the " | + | |
- | Hour after hour I stumbled on, caked with mud, wringing wet, and full of venom for everything and everyone, while D.W. surged on in my wake, giving vent to such a stream of invective that in spite of myself, I began to feel quite cheerful, and when he became temporarily incapacitated at full length between two rocks, in a bed of mud and grass-, I sniggered loudly, albeit I helped him up as his ears were the only parts of his anatomy which showed signs of animation: What he said is of no consequence whatever. | + | |
A few minutes later it was my turn to come into closer contact with Mother Earth, which I did when a sloppy section of the bank gave way and subsided with a scludshp" | A few minutes later it was my turn to come into closer contact with Mother Earth, which I did when a sloppy section of the bank gave way and subsided with a scludshp" | ||
- | It was soon after D.W. had finished " | + | |
- | style, shorts, and great weariness. Then, after a well-earned lunch had been surrounded and engulfed, Auntie and her charges in various stages of exhaustion, agitation, perambulation, | + | It was soon after D.W. had finished " |
- | "On, Stanley, | + | |
- | A TRAMP IN THE FEDERAL CAPITAL TERRITORY. | + | "On, Stanley, |
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There is always a fascination in going into completely new country about which you can obtain no information beforehand, especially when it contains mountains over 6000 feet high. It was this that took us to the heaving mass of rolling mountains that you pass as you drive from Canberra to Cooma. | There is always a fascination in going into completely new country about which you can obtain no information beforehand, especially when it contains mountains over 6000 feet high. It was this that took us to the heaving mass of rolling mountains that you pass as you drive from Canberra to Cooma. | ||
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- | There Athreein | + | There were three in the party, Donnee, who lives at Canberra and providentially runs a car, Dorothea and myself, and we all saw eye to eye on the desirability of going to bed early, of getting up before dawn, of wasting no amount of precious daylight on cooking and as little as possible in eating, of expending no energy |
- | -12- | + | Donnee met us at Canberra Station about 6 a,m on the Saturday and drove us out to Tidbinbilla about forty miles distant. Here the car was parked under a tree in faith and hope that no one would dive off with it before our return. Then we set off on foot up the bridle track to the head of the Tidbinbilla Creek, firstly through open sheep country and then through bushland. It was a cold bleak morning with heavy mist and cloud which did not lift till midday, so there was no view as we crossed the col and dropped down on the other side to the Cottar River up whose valley we proposed to make our way. |
- | not only Kosciusko and Jagungal with Kiandra near to, but also the really peaky mountains above Tumut and the interesting Tindery Range above Michelago, while close at hand were the other snow-speckled 6000 foot heights of the Federal Territory. | + | |
+ | The Cottar is a delightful swift-flawing stream rushing along over a clear, stony bed. It was then snow-fed and icy cold, but seldom more than half way over the knees and therefore easily fordable. We had hoped to find a track of a sort along the river, but all signs of any track ended when we reached the valley, so we had no alternative but to set off without. Following the banks of the Cottar does not present any of the difficulties met with on such a stream as the Geehi Creek at Kosciusko, but neither does one meet the long, pleasant, easy stretches of such a river as the Shoalhaven. The country is just ordinarily rough and the valley V shaped, so that at every bend of the river it is necessary either to climb over the steep spur of the hill or else ford the water. To begin with, we climbed the hills, but later in the day we started fording the river, and on the whole found this the better proposition. But the absence of a track upset our calculations completely and the Bimberi began to fade into the misty future of things hoped for, but not realised. | ||
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+ | Just as darkness fell, we crossed the Kangaroo Creek down whose valley comes another track that continues on up the Cottar River. We made camp on the river flats here under the shade of straggling blue gums. There was a sharp frost in the night, but we nevertheless arose at 4.45 a.m. We were not the least little bit thrilled to find that the track started by crossing the icy waters of the river. With frost on the ground and wet boots and wet knickerbockers, | ||
+ | nearer possibility of the present. After two and a half hours of wading and rewading the river and following the track, we finally left our camping things on a grassy flat where the river completely redoubled on its tracks and flawed along two sides of a meadow scarcely more than a few yards wide. | ||
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+ | By now the valley of the Cottar had widened out. Generally, there were grassy flats, and even when the hillsides were tree-covered, | ||
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+ | We left the homestead with light hearts feeling that the Bimberi was already in our pockets. In point of fact, it was a two and a half hours climb up the spur of the hill facing before we reached the snowy upland on top. The rise is very gentle and we passed through the usual change from tall trees to straggly snow gums and snow grass. There seemed to be none of the subalpine flora that you meet on Kosciusko, but to make up for this the mountain is true to name; it does go up and come down again on the other side. There was possibly a foot of snow on the summit and a bitter wind blew through us as we stood on the cairn, studied the map, took photographs and generally admired the views. It was, I think, the most interesting view I have seen in Australia. We could pick out, not only Kosciusko and Jagungal with Kiandra near to, but also the really peaky mountains above Tumut and the interesting Tindery Range above Michelago, while close at hand were the other snow-speckled 6000 foot heights of the Federal Territory. | ||
After shivering with frozen feet for about three quarters of an hour, we came down by a spur which took us further down the Cottar River and nearer our camping spot, which we reached just before dark. We were all sleeping the sleep of contentment before 8.30 p.m. and ready for an early rise for what we thought would be the easiest day of all. | After shivering with frozen feet for about three quarters of an hour, we came down by a spur which took us further down the Cottar River and nearer our camping spot, which we reached just before dark. We were all sleeping the sleep of contentment before 8.30 p.m. and ready for an early rise for what we thought would be the easiest day of all. | ||
- | We were up again by 5 a.m., but things did not go well on this our last day. We missed the track crossing once, probably because the subconscious is apt to overlook icy river-fords when there is any excuse for doing so, especially on a frosty morning, and we took three and a half hours to do what had taken us only two and a half the day before. Then we failed to find the commencement of the track up the Kaagaroo | + | |
- | above it. The moral of this latter mishap is, don't take maps as gospel truth in Australia. In England they may be accurate in every detail. | + | We were up again by 5 a.m., but things did not go well on this our last day. We missed the track crossing once, probably because the subconscious is apt to overlook icy river-fords when there is any excuse for doing so, especially on a frosty morning, and we took three and a half hours to do what had taken us only two and a half the day before. Then we failed to find the commencement of the track up the Kangaroo |
In Australia they are often guess work. Eventually we dropped down to the creek bed and were lucky enough to pick up the track on one of the few occasions when it did actually follow the creek. We stopped for a quarter of an hour to have lunch, but by now we were all resigning ourselves to spending another night out, and already we were enquiring the cost of 'phone calls to Sydney, and wondering which appointments for the Tuesday we could put off and which we could not. Our spirits were not enlivened when we met a packhorse team, whose leader informed us there were another three or four miles to the head of the pass, that we had not a ghostly hope of making Tidbinbilla that night, and that we had much better camp this side of the pass. | In Australia they are often guess work. Eventually we dropped down to the creek bed and were lucky enough to pick up the track on one of the few occasions when it did actually follow the creek. We stopped for a quarter of an hour to have lunch, but by now we were all resigning ourselves to spending another night out, and already we were enquiring the cost of 'phone calls to Sydney, and wondering which appointments for the Tuesday we could put off and which we could not. Our spirits were not enlivened when we met a packhorse team, whose leader informed us there were another three or four miles to the head of the pass, that we had not a ghostly hope of making Tidbinbilla that night, and that we had much better camp this side of the pass. | ||
- | However, there was still just a hope, so we pressed on, and made the top of the pass in half the distance indicated. Then we wasted another half an hour in again too slavishly following the map, which said the track was on the left bank of the Gibraltar Creek on the other side. As a matter of fact, it followed the right bank for well over a mile. We also wasted time in stalking a wombat with the camera, and altogether the Canberra train seemed already as if it were leaving the Station without us. Eventually we let the wombat go, and trusting to common sense instead of the map, picked up the track and followed it until common sense, and not the map, told us when to leave it and make for a gap between the hills on the left, Commonsense or luck was successful and we struck the Tidbinbilla valley exactly,we had parked the car. We had time for a hurried tea before we motored into Canberra with an hour to spare for the train - and only one regret, that we could not inform the packhorse team of our arrivall | + | |
- | Marie B. Byles. | + | However, there was still just a hope, so we pressed on, and made the top of the pass in half the distance indicated. Then we wasted another half an hour in again too slavishly following the map, which said the track was on the left bank of the Gibraltar Creek on the other side. As a matter of fact, it followed the right bank for well over a mile. We also wasted time in stalking a wombat with the camera, and altogether the Canberra train seemed already as if it were leaving the Station without us. Eventually we let the wombat go, and trusting to common sense instead of the map, picked up the track and followed it until common sense, and not the map, told us when to leave it and make for a gap between the hills on the left. Commonsense or luck was successful and we struck the Tidbinbilla valley exactly |
- | "BARRINGTON TOPS" | + | |
- | by Jean Austen. | + | //Marie B. Byles// |
- | Now where were we? Oh yes, we have just slithered and run down the 4,000 odd feet from Mt.Barrington to Stewart' | + | |
- | Just at the top of the Brook is a gate. Camped near this gate was a man who remembered me from ny trip with the boys, we had met him on the other arm of the brook. He has been out for about 9 months trapping rabbits. He said he was glad to see we had not got lost last time. | + | |
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- | 2texart2s arook just here is a dainty place, everything seems so soft and delicate, the is-i-eam | + | =====BARRINGTON TOPS===== |
- | We moved on past our old camp site, the marks of the cooking and camp fires were still there. About a mile down the river we came upon a dreadful looking old bull, he was tremendous and stood right on the middle of the track staring at us. We thought it better to keep out of the way, and carefully climbed a barbed wire fence into a small paddock; and horrors as we came level with the bull we found that there was no wire fence at all. No wonder he had a queer look in his eye as we moved by, sidewise like cral0e-. Oh dear, the relief when we were safely across on the other side of the river. You never can tell with bulls. | + | //by Jean Austen// |
- | The weather was looking bad again and we decided we would camp early as there is not much wood near the river and we needed the daylight to get some in. We passed Collison' | + | |
- | house about mile from Collison' | + | Now where were we? Oh yes, we have just slithered and run down the 4,000 odd feet from Mt Barrington to Stewarts |
- | These people are really very nice and have given us apples since, We had a | + | |
- | good meal. My head was pretty right 'by now and we turned in upon the lucerne and slept a good sleep. | + | Just at the top of the Brook is a gate. Camped near this gate was a man who remembered me from my trip with the boys, we had met him on the other arm of the brook. He has been out for about 9 months trapping rabbits. He said he was glad to see we had not got lost last time. |
- | We were not feeling energetic next morning, | + | |
- | We allowed ourselves to be persuaded to use his camp table and writing materials while we wrote to our respective husbands. He assured7Ae | + | Stewarts Brook just here is a dainty place, everything seems so soft and delicate, the stream |
- | We wired to Ernie also to Dick Hancock on the Allyn to say we had safely traversed the Tops. However, When Ernie' | + | We moved on past our old camp site, the marks of the cooking and camp fires were still there. About a mile down the river we came upon a dreadful looking old bull, he was tremendous and stood right on the middle of the track staring at us. We thought it better to keep out of the way, and carefully climbed a barbed wire fence into a small paddock; and horrors as we came level with the bull we found that there was no wire fence at all. No wonder he had a queer look in his eye as we moved by, sidewise like crabs. Oh dear, the relief when we were safely across on the other side of the river. You never can tell with bulls. |
- | We spent several hours dashing about the village with Mr. Buffier trying to get cream and buying groceries. He took us across the river to a farm where we collected a bathing costume (his) full of oranges and mandarins. He had been in the district so long that he was now regarded as a " | + | |
- | much tickled at our attire and the fact that we travelled and camped alone without men. He did his best to scare us by telling tales of men being attacked and devoured by packs of dingoes, and about a time when he saw 50 snakes come out of one hole in a tree. They sharpened and duly admired our tomahawk and tried | + | The weather was looking bad again and we decided we would camp early as there is not much wood near the river and we needed the daylight to get some in. We passed Collison' |
- | hard to make us camp with them for the night, but about 4.30 we pushed on up the river for a mile or so and camped on a lovely spot by the river, plenty of wood and a large grassy flat close to the water. We enjoyed the stay at the men's camp and laughed muchly over it that night by our fire. During the night we heard some dingoes howling an the mountains and we giggled a bit. | + | |
- | Next day, feeling very fit, we set off up the river over about 5 crossings to the last house, Mr, Jim Rose. He told us it was about 9 olclook. I mentioned to him that we had somehow missed his directions last time and did not find the right track until ready to descend on the Mount Royal ridge. | + | We were not feeling energetic next morning, |
- | We received careful instructions to turn up by the side of the second creek after a certain dog fence. Yes, I remembered that. Well, we must be careful after we have turned up that creek. We said goodbye and started off. About a mile up is the dog fence, then we watched for the second creek and were agreed that this was the one. So we wnnt up what looked like a track which I had followed with the boys. Well, I have been there since and find that the right | + | |
- | track is not up the second creek, but up the first big creek, and this said creek is as big as the main stream. So when is a creek not a creek? | + | We allowed ourselves to be persuaded to use his camp table and writing materials while we wrote to our respective husbands. He assured us he would get us to the P.O. in time for the mail. Our letters finished, we set off in the blue Sports Roadster for the P.O., about 1.5 miles down the river. We arrived in time to see the mail man disappearing in the distance. |
- | The track we took, of course, was wrong and led us up, and up and up to a cattle camp. When we were half way up it came on to rain and simply poured | + | |
- | Anice was developing a sore throat and was feeling queer. We struggled for miles along the side of the mountains waiting to come upon a certain gate on the correct track; finally, wet and scratched and pretty cold, we arrived at the gate. We set out to the accompaniment of peals of thunder and flasing | + | We wired to Ernie also to Dick Hancock on the Allyn to say we had safely traversed the Tops. However, When Ernie' |
- | and I tried some more opera, but poor Anice was pretty sick, but cheerful. We slithered and slided and set an dawn this tremendously steep mountain which rises | + | |
- | straight out of the brush, At the bottom, on the edge of the brush, we crouched and had our lunch and warmed. our wet tails. Anice burnt her souTwestershe | + | We spent several hours dashing about the village with Mr. Buffier trying to get cream and buying groceries. He took us across the river to a farm where we collected a bathing costume (his) full of oranges and mandarins. He had been in the district so long that he was now regarded as a " |
- | -15- | + | Next day, feeling very fit, we set off up the river over about 5 crossings to the last house, Mr Jim Rose. He told us it was about 9 o’clook. I mentioned to him that we had somehow missed his directions last time and did not find the right track until ready to descend on the Mount Royal ridge. |
- | A speedy lunch, and down into the brush, on this dark, wet afternoon it seemed like descending into the underworld. Everything was dark and shiny and | + | |
- | dripping, We did not get the actual rain as the jungle is so thick, the water comes down the tree, trunks in perpendicular rivers and it flops in large drops from the branches and ferns overhead; we were walking up to our ankles in muddy water or watery mud. For a long time we exclaimed at the beauty and lavishness, and profusion of the ferns and orchids, but soon tired, for, to look up at the glorious canopy was to be rewarded with a smack in the eye from the said canopy with a blob of water, also the wind and thunder were a bit terrifying and I was wondering if we could do the 8 miles of brush andiket | + | We received careful instructions to turn up by the side of the second creek after a certain dog fence. Yes, I remembered that. Well, we must be careful after we have turned up that creek. We said goodbye and started off. About a mile up is the dog fence, then we watched for the second creek and were agreed that this was the one. So we went up what looked like a track which I had followed with the boys. Well, I have been there since and find that the right track is not up the second creek, but up the first big creek, and this said creek is as big as the main stream. So when is a creek not a creek? |
- | This 8 miles. had 32 crossings and as the rain was falling | + | |
- | out at some tall trees doifig | + | The track we took, of course, was wrong and led us up, and up and up to a cattle camp. When we were half way up it came on to rain and simply poured |
- | now quite dark, real black dark too. I called and she answered from close to | + | |
- | me, I could not see her. It seems she had been coming up with the billies and had slipped in the dark and spilt them and gone back, also could not find the way up again. | + | Anice was developing a sore throat and was feeling queer. We struggled for miles along the side of the mountains waiting to come upon a certain gate on the correct track; finally, wet and scratched and pretty cold, we arrived at the gate. We set out to the accompaniment of peals of thunder and flashing |
- | The next job was a fire for some coffee, and while Anice arranged our beds | + | |
- | I started. To start sounds funny perhaps, because one usually just makes a fire, there is no start or finish. But the start and finish were so far apart this time, that at this point I must only say I started. I have no idea haw long I was, but it became the only thing in the world to me. Anice called out to come to bed and not bother about the coffee or food or anything. But I think I would have stayed all night without knowing. I burnt a small length of candle, some | + | A speedy lunch, and down into the brush, on this dark, wet afternoon it seemed like descending into the underworld. Everything was dark and shiny and dripping. We did not get the actual rain as the jungle is so thick, the water comes down the tree, trunks in perpendicular rivers and it flops in large drops from the branches and ferns overhead; we were walking up to our ankles in muddy water or watery mud. For a long time we exclaimed at the beauty and lavishness, and profusion of the ferns and orchids, but soon tired, for, to look up at the glorious canopy was to be rewarded with a smack in the eye from the said canopy with a blob of water, also the wind and thunder were a bit terrifying and I was wondering if we could do the 8 miles of brush and get down another 3 miles to Jolliffe's place in case Anice was really ill. I had visions of pneumonia and corpses. |
- | paper, all we had, a small map and even a Bushell' | + | This 8 miles had 32 crossings and as the rain was falling |
- | with some date cake and lots and lots of honey - honey for energy. Before retiring I had another go at the fire and stood all the wood I could find around | + | now quite dark, real black dark too. I called and she answered from close to me, I could not see her. It seems she had been coming up with the billies and had slipped in the dark and spilt them and gone back, also could not find the way up again. |
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- | the little blaze to dry it off a bit for the morning. | + | The next job was a fire for some coffee, and while Anice arranged our beds I started. To start sounds funny perhaps, because one usually just makes a fire, there is no start or finish. But the start and finish were so far apart this time, that at this point I must only say I started. I have no idea how long I was, but it became the only thing in the world to me. Anice called out to come to bed and not bother about the coffee or food or anything. But I think I would have stayed all night without knowing. I burnt a small length of candle, some |
- | Du: | + | paper, all we had, a small map and even a Bushell' |
- | in a bark hut on some open cattle country. They were surprised to see us and were rather disappointed, | + | |
- | Down over the grazing country of the Jolliffe cattle. This is a delightful valley where the Boonabilla or Mount Royal Creek runs dawn to meet the Paterson | + | During |
- | bullocky language I could remember and shoo-ed them away, and crept fearfully along with the brutes staring at me from the foot hills. When opposite the old grave yard I heard shrieks and yells from behind me and realised that the cattle had evidently come down again to see Anice. I thought by the sounds that she was being trampled or gored to death as I had turned a bend in the valley. I dropped my pack and raced back to find Anice staggering along:weakly, but on coming up with her found that she was only weak with laughter. She shrieked and cooee-e& | + | |
- | where we met Mr. Jim Jolliffe with his bullock team. He was pleased and amused | + | Down over the grazing country of the Jolliffe cattle. This is a delightful valley where the Boonabilla or Mount Royal Creek runs down to meet the Paterson |
- | to see us travelling | + | |
and he and his son Norman are constructing a mill at the old homestead. Here | and he and his son Norman are constructing a mill at the old homestead. Here | ||
- | we also net Peter Caperero, digging in his farm. Peter is a very handsome young man of about 29. His father was an Italian who came to the Paterson many years | + | we also net Peter Caperero, digging in his farm. Peter is a very handsome young man of about 29. His father was an Italian who came to the Paterson many years ago and married one of the Jolliffe girls, sister to Mr Jim. In Italian fashion, he built his house on the rockiest and most unfertile piece of land and left the best flats for the cultivation of grapes which he was growing |
- | ago and married one of the Jolliffe girls, sister to Mr. Jim. In Italian fashion, he built his house an the rockiest and most unfertile piece of land and left the best flats for the cultivation of grapes which he was grOteing | + | |
- | vats etc. are still there to be seen. The house is built on a long rocky spur | + | Peter' |
- | which runs out into the river, having a sheer cliff an one side and a very steep | + | |
- | bank on the other. The bank is planted with orange trees and from the opposite | + | We were sincerely grateful for the meal and were also interested to see the rambling old house. The architect, apparently, had no thought or consideration for the convenience of the family, particularly the housekeeper. Every section of the household is separate and it is necessary to face all weathers to go from the kitchen to the pantry and eating room, or to the bedrooms and sitting room, which are further away still. |
- | side of the river the effect is most picturesque. | + | |
- | Peter' | + | However, we had a wonderful meal, and you should’ve |
- | were wending | + | |
- | which we gladly accepted and climbed, after him up the cliff. I had seen Peter | + | //(Further developments next issue.) Editor.// |
- | before though we were not acquainted, and had not seen his wife. They of course, knew all about the Austens, those queer " | + | |
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- | We were sincerely grateful for the meal and were also interested to see the rambling old house. The architect, apparently, had no thought or consideration for the convenience of the family, particularly the housekeeper. Every section of the household is separate and it is necessary to face all weathers to go from the kitchen to the pantry and eating room, or to the bedrooms and sitting room, | + | =====THE FORMATION AND RISE OF THE BUSHWALKERS===== |
- | which are further away still | + | //By Scientifica// |
- | However, we had a wonderful meal, and you shoul4ave | + | |
- | (Further developments next issue.) Editor. | + | The present members of the Sydney Bushwalkers are the subject of very much adverse criticism and most of this, sad to relate, from the earlier members of the club. The reason for this, no doubt, is that these older members rarely walk now and even in the club room, do not mix with the newer Members whom they criticise. Those older members, who are still ardent walkers, know that even if cooking and camping are great topics of conversation, |
- | THE FORMATION AND RISE OF THE BUSHWALKERS. | + | |
- | By Scientifica. | + | If, as Historica relates, the Bushwalkers have stopped howling " |
- | The present members of the Sydney Bushwalkers are the subject of very much adverse criticism and most of this, sad to relate, from the earlier members of the club. The reason for this, no doubt, is that these older members rarely walk now and even in the club room, do not mix with the newer Members whom they criticise. Those older members, who are still ardent walkers, know that even if cooking and camping are great topics of conversation, | + | |
- | ting walking takes place just as before. The medium and newer members of the club have :a great respect for the founders and original members of the Sydney Bushwalkers, | + | |
- | If, as Historica relates, the Bushwalkers have stopped howling " | + | =====SOCIAL NOTES===== |
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- | SOCIAL NOTES. | + | We have had yet another talk on the ever popular Great Barrier Reef, this time by Mr O' |
- | We have had yet another talk on the ever popular Great Barrier Reef, this time by Mr. O' | + | |
- | Our long promised lecture on Snake Bite materialised | + | Our long promised lecture on Snake Bite materialised |
- | On the 30th. June, Mr. A.J. (Jock) Marshall came along and told US some | + | |
- | -18- | + | On the 30th June, Mr. A.J. (Jock) Marshall came along and told us some interesting facts about the furred animals of Australia. |
- | interesting facts about the furred animals of Australia. | + | |
July 1st. and 2nd, were the dates chosen to hold the Fourth Annual Field Sports Day. Although the weather was very dull, the same cannot be said about the 60 odd people who turned up to take part in the carnival. The events were keenly contested and some of them were extremely spectacular. | July 1st. and 2nd, were the dates chosen to hold the Fourth Annual Field Sports Day. Although the weather was very dull, the same cannot be said about the 60 odd people who turned up to take part in the carnival. The events were keenly contested and some of them were extremely spectacular. | ||
- | July 21st. The Roseville Debating Society came along to tell us a lot of things we do not know about the National Park. It was the occasion of an Exhibition Debate. Some of the speeches were very interesting and most members enjoyed the evening exceedingly. At dinner, the sane night, Miss Ernestine Anderson gave an informal chat on the youth Hostels of Germany - her experiences were both interesting and amusing. | + | |
- | July 28th. we presented a 3-Act Play, the first one to be presented by The Sydney Bushwalkers either in their Club Room, or elsewhere. The producer, Miss Cora Dunphy, deserves every credit for an undoubted success. The performance reflected the amount of work which had been put into its production. The same may be also said of those taking part. Also the scenes and setting of same was deserving of praise, as they were all very effective and the transformations were made in remarkably quick time. | + | July 21st The Roseville Debating Society came along to tell us a lot of things we do not know about the National Park. It was the occasion of an Exhibition Debate. Some of the speeches were very interesting and most members enjoyed the evening exceedingly. At dinner, the sane night, Miss Ernestine Anderson gave an informal chat on the youth Hostels of Germany - her experiences were both interesting and amusing. |
- | July 27th. was the evening on which was held The First Annual Bush Walkers' | + | |
- | decorations were most unique, and also there were special decorations in the Ball-room | + | July 28th we presented a 3-Act Play, the first one to be presented by The Sydney Bushwalkers either in their Club Room, or elsewhere. The producer, Miss Cora Dunphy, deserves every credit for an undoubted success. The performance reflected the amount of work which had been put into its production. The same may be also said of those taking part. Also the scenes and setting of same was deserving of praise, as they were all very effective and the transformations were made in remarkably quick time. |
- | complete, also stuffed birds were hung around the walls. The Hikers' | + | |
- | They were the admiration of the Ball-room, and the Sydney Bush Walkers are to be congratulated on their Young Lady Members. Their complexions were the envy of all. | + | July 27th was the evening on which was held The First Annual Bush Walkers' |
Members are asked to note that there will be another Club Dance an August | Members are asked to note that there will be another Club Dance an August | ||
- | 16th0 (Wednesday) at the Arts Club, at 8 p.m. sharp, subscription | + | 16th (Wednesday) at the Arts Club, at 8 p.m. sharp, subscription |
- | Please give the Social Secretary all the help and assistance you can for the 6th. Annual Concert. It becomes increasingly necessary to get new talent and new ideas every year, if possible. R.D. Browne, | + | |
- | Soc. Secretary. . | + | Please give the Social Secretary all the help and assistance you can for the 6th. Annual Concert. It becomes increasingly necessary to get new talent and new ideas every year, if possible. |
- | STOP PRESS | + | //R.D. Browne// |
- | One of the most interesting sights on the Blue Mtns. last week end was the | + | // |
- | return of Peter Page's official Bank Holiday Trip. Rene Dagmar, reigning | + | |
- | chief of the Foxpaws, was welcomed into Blackheath by a committee of two (dogs) | + | =====STOP PRESS===== |
- | the whole town was in great excitement, for never before had they seen such a | + | One of the most interesting sights on the Blue Mountains |
- | sight. She had a nephew on either side, and a segmented train of " | + | return of Peter Page's official Bank Holiday Trip. Rene Dagmar, reigning chief of the Foxpaws, was welcomed into Blackheath by a committee of two (dogs) the whole town was in great excitement, for never before had they seen such a sight. She had a nephew on either side, and a segmented train of " |
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