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-====== THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER ======
+====== The Sydney Bushwalker ======
 A Monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
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 No.72 Price 3d.
-===== DECEMBER 1940 =====
+===== January 1941 =====
 |**Editor** |Dorothy Lawry|
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 |**Other members of the Publication Staff** |Jessie Martin\\ Merle Hamilton\\ Mary Stoddart\\ Arthur Salmon|
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+===== Contents =====
-==== CONTENTS ====
 |Editorial| |Page 1|
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 |Frostie's Advertisement| |13|
 |Christmas Party| |13|
-|Memory Corner: "The Gentle Art of Getting Mislaid".|14|
+|Memory Corner: "The Gentle Art of Getting Mislaid".||14|
-==== "RISE AND SHINE" ====
+===== "Rise And Shine" =====
 is past. Thankfully we greet 1941 -- as a bushwalker welcomes the dawn after his first long, uncomfortable night in camp. Whatever the day may hold, he is glad the night is over.
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 And the pool is clear for travel-wearied feet. - Ada Smith.\\
-==== EXPLORING A NEW WORLD ====
+===== Exploring A New World =====
 Pigeon House Mountain and the Clyde River - by D. Hellmrich.
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 As we drove up Bulli Pass the myriad of emerald and white lights sparkling like jewels in the dark setting of the coastal plain was rivalled by the brilliance of the stars above.
-==== AVOID THESE RULES ====
+===== Avoid These Rules =====
 And Become a Good Member.
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 Re-printed from "Bowls in New South Wales."
-==== THE HISTORY OF NORTON'S SWAMP ====
+===== The History Of Norton'S Swamp =====
 By "Mumbedah".
-I have often wondered if those who traverse the Black Dog Track, between Debert's Knob and Carlon's, know of the very interesting, piece of history concerning Norton's Swamp, through which the track passes. The swamp is not of very great dimensions and walkers may not be able to place it, but they will recall an area of long green grass and swampy plants, about a quarter of a mile east of Carlon's boundary fence gate. It forms the head of a small creek which empties into that creek known locally as Sliprail Creek, more commonly and erroneously known as Breakfast Creek and so shown on the Narrow Neck Map.
+I have often wondered if those who traverse the Black Dog Track, between Debert's Knob [Mt Debert] and Carlon's, know of the very interesting, piece of history concerning Nortons Swamp, through which the track passes. The swamp is not of very great dimensions and walkers may not be able to place it, but they will recall an area of long green grass and swampy plants, about a quarter of a mile east of Carlon's boundary fence gate. It forms the head of a small creek which empties into that creek known locally as Sliprail Creek, more commonly and erroneously known as Breakfast Creek and so shown on the Narrow Neck Map.
 Some seventy or eighty years ago, soon after the Black Dog Track came into existence, there lived, at Campbelltown, a respected and, apparently, reasonably well-off family by the name of Norton. Campbelltown was, in those days, the "shopping centre" of the district, and the hub of society and civic business. One of the sons, then about 26 years of age, was betrothed to a local lass, and arrangements had been made for a great celebration on the wedding day. However, on the appointed day, the lass was nowhere to be found, and Norton, cut to the quick, took it very badly. He declared that all white women were unfaithful to their contracts; and vowed he would have nothing more to do with any of them, so took to the bush, deciding he would live with the blacks, who then were very numerous in the Blue Mountains and Burragorang.
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 Norton took unto himself a black wife, and became a blood brother of the tribe. In due course there appeared five children - all girls!
-Although he lived with the blacks, he did not live as one; still retaining his horses, he made periodical trips to Campbelltown for supplies of "whites'" tucker. The trip was a long and rough one as there was no road down to Burragorang from Campbelltown, and the descent into the valley was most hazardous for horses. Norton did not reside all the time at the main camp, as the tribe was, of course, nomadic. Wherever they went, he would follow with his wife and family, taking his belongings on horseback, and picking up supplies if and
+Although he lived with the blacks, he did not live as one; still retaining his horses, he made periodical trips to Campbelltown for supplies of "whites'" tucker. The trip was a long and rough one as there was no road down to Burragorang from Campbelltown, and the descent into the valley was most hazardous for horses. Norton did not reside all the time at the main camp, as the tribe was, of course, nomadic. Wherever they went, he would follow with his wife and family, taking his belongings on horseback, and picking up supplies if and when the opportunity presented itself. However, his unusual life was to come to a close. The law stood that no white should live with the blacks, and knowledge of the breach came to the ears of the police at Campbelltown. This police post had control over a vast area at that time for there was no communication with any of the settlements on the Blue Mountains main road from the Cox Valley, and everything went by the long route through Burragorang. The police came out from Campbelltown and arrested Norton, who was taken back, tried and flung into prison. The term of the sentence is not definitely known to the source of my information.
-when the opportunity presented itself. However, his unusual life was to come to a close. The law stood that no white should live with the blacks, and knowledge of the breach came to the ears of the police at Campbelltown. This police post had control over a vast area at that time for there was no communication with any of the settlements on the Blue Mountains main road from the Cox Valley, and everything went by the long route through Burragorang. The police came out from Campbelltown and arrested Norton, who was taken back, tried and
-flung into prison. The term of the sentence is not definitely known to the source of my information.
 In some manner, after his release, Norton was appointed a magistrate at Bathurst, although some time must have elapsed to let the affair blow over. However, he did not forget his family in the bush, and taking them with him, he started life afresh in the new district. He gave his daughters a good education, but their final place in the life of Bathurst is lost in obscurity, for then, as now, there was the unfortunate half-caste problem, and they probably became social outcaste.
-Of the other Nortons little is known, but the memory of that remarkable man will live on in the cold official words on the map, "Norton's Swamp."
+Of the other Nortons little is known, but the memory of that remarkable man will live on in the cold official words on the map, "Nortons Swamp."
-==== FEDERATION NOTES ====
+===== Federation Notes =====
-At the December Council Meeting the question was raised as to whether the new spikes and pitons cemented in the rocks by Warrigal Club members are on "Taro's Pass" or "Duncan's Pass". After some discussion, it was decided to retain the name "Taro's Ladder" for this route, the "wallaby track" for the alternative way on this section, and "Duncan's Pass" for the whole descent from the wallaby parade on Clear Hill to Debert's Knob. Taro has been asked to paint fresh signs for placing at the forking of the routes, both top and bottom.
+At the December Council Meeting the question was raised as to whether the new spikes and pitons cemented in the rocks by Warrigal Club members are on "Taro's Pass" [Tarros Ladder, Taros Ladder] or "Duncans Pass". After some discussion, it was decided to retain the name "Taro's Ladder" for this route, the "wallaby track" for the alternative way on this section, and "Duncan's Pass" for the whole descent from the wallaby parade on Clear Hill to Debert's Knob [Mt Debert, Debert Knob]. Taro has been asked to paint fresh signs for placing at the forking of the routes, both top and bottom.
 Harry Waite of the Warrigal Club is now Secretary of the Conservation Bureau. Talking of conservation, have you yet sent in any suggestions you may have for improvements in the Acts covering the protection of flora and fauna? As reported a couple of months ago, the matter of amending these Acts is at present being considered. If you let Federation Secretary Merle Hamilton have your suggestions, she will forward them with the others submitted by members of the affiliated clubs.
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-THE ORIGIN OF THE CLUB'S SLOGAN
+===== The Origin Of The Club's Slogan =====
 By "Historian".
-"Burn or bury all your rubbish and your tins, And hide your bottles as you would your sins."
+"Burn or bury all your rubbish and your tins,\\
+And hide your bottles as you would your sins."\\
 We have seen this quoted in New Zealand journals and in the Sydney newspapers and we have heard it flung over the air. There is no doubt that it has taken hold in a way that only the best slogans can do, and while we are discussing the origin of some of the club's songs, it may not be amiss to tell the origin of its slogan also.
-The Byles family, two friends and Kath Mackay rented Bett's Camp one Xmas. Kath and Marie spent most of the time going down to Geehi. The others apparently spent most of the time in tidying up and_ repairing the hut and at the
-end of the ten days' holiday it was scarcely recognisable. It seemed a pity it should not remain for ever in the same state, so on the last evening the party foregathered to compose a "poem!' which would so inspire others with noble ideals that the good work of the holiday would never be undone. The following is the poem that resulted. It was composed by Kath with occasional 14elp - or hindrance -from the others, so Marie informs us,
+The Byles family, two friends and Kath Mackay rented Bett's Camp one Xmas. Kath and Marie spent most of the time going down to Geehi. The others apparently spent most of the time in tidying up and repairing the hut and at the end of the ten days' holiday it was scarcely recognisable. It seemed a pity it should not remain for ever in the same state, so on the last evening the party foregathered to compose a "poem!" which would so inspire others with noble ideals that the good work of the holiday would never be undone. The following is the poem that resulted. It was composed by Kath with occasional help - or hindrance - from the others, so Marie informs us,
-If you feel inclined to chuck
-All your rubbish and your muck
+If you feel inclined to chuck\\
-In the little stream a-flowing past the door, Check the impulse, think again,
+All your rubbish and your muck\\
-For with all our might and main
+In the little stream a-flowing past the door,\\
-We have tidied up the little streamlet's shore.
+Check the impulse, think again,\\
-When we came back from our tramps,
+For with all our might and main\\
-Dad had mended all the lamps,
+We have tidied up the little streamlet's shore.\\
-And Dave had soldered damaged kitchenware.
-Mum had tidied up the store,
+When we came back from our tramps,\\
-And done odd jobs galore;
+Dad had mended all the lamps,\\
-Dan had made quite safe the broken front door stair.
+And Dave had soldered damaged kitchenware.\\
-When 7ou stay at Betts's Camp,
+Mum had tidied up the store,\\
-Follow well our good examp:
+And done odd jobs galore;\\
-Burn or bury all yourrubbish and your tins, Scrub the tables, sweep the floor,
+Dan had made quite safe the broken front door stair.\\
-Leave it neater than :before,
-And hide your bottles as you would your sins.
+When **you** stay at Betts's Camp,\\
+Follow well our good examp:\\
+Burn or bury all your rubbish and your tins,\\
+Scrub the tables, sweep the floor,\\
+Leave it neater than before,\\
+And hide your bottles as you would your sins.\\
+----
 Keep your fire small. Never build it against a tree or a log or in long grass. Clear a space all round it. Extinguish it before you leave. Prevent bushfires.
-FROM HW, THERE AND EVERYWHERE
+===== From Here, There And Everywhere =====
-We have not tried this yet, but it sounds as though it may be a good tip. We found it in the November issue- of the "Camp Fiie Club Nkgazine":
-"Bites from Bull Dog Ants. To cure instantly, crush the leek of the common Bracken Fern; apply the juice to the sting."
+We have not tried this yet, but it sounds as though it may be a good tip. We found it in the November issue of the "Camp Fire Club Magazine":-
-We remember hearing in New Zealand that the new, uncurled fronds of bracken
-crushed and rubbed on mosquito bites would take away the sting. Probably this o fern is useful for all insect bites.
+"__Bites from Bull Dog Ants.__ To cure instantly, crush the leaf of the common Bracken Fern; apply the juice to the sting."
-(Mental Note: Must watch to See if bracken grows near bulldog ant nests, like docks grow near nettles.)
-In an article contributed to the C.M.W'S magazine "Into The Blue" by the Bush Fires Advisory Committee we were glad to notice that those in authority do not agree with the general public, which thinks a bushfire is only serious if it
+We remember hearing in New Zealand that the new, uncurled fronds of bracken crushed and rubbed on mosquito bites would take away the sting. Probably this fern is useful for all insect bites.
-menaces someone's weekend shak Here is what the Bush Fires Advisory Committee says:
-"Uncontrolled bush fires do incalculable damage to the catchment areas which supply our rivers and streams. Because such fires occur in the forests or in the mountain country their devastating effect is unseen and therefore not realized by the gen,-Iral public. Too often we hear the view expressed that a fire will do no harm because it is only in the mountains. This view is entirely mistakentsuch fires may do more harm to the general community and the State than fires in the settled country where they are more quickly brought under control. It is usually left to the rain to extinguish fires in the mountains....."
+(Mental Note: Must watch to see if bracken grows near bulldog ant nests, like docks grow near nettles.)
+----
+In an article contributed to the C.M.W'S magazine "Into The Blue" by the Bush Fires Advisory Committee we were glad to notice that those in authority do not agree with the general public, which thinks a bushfire is only serious if it menaces someone's weekend shack. Here is what the Bush Fires Advisory Committee says:-
+"Uncontrolled bush fires do incalculable damage to the catchment areas which supply our rivers and streams. Because such fires occur in the forests or in the mountain country their devastating effect is unseen and therefore not realized by the general public. Too often we hear the view expressed that a fire will do no harm because it is only in the mountains. This view is entirely mistaken, such fires may do more harm to the general community and the State than fires in the settled country where they are more quickly brought under control. It is usually left to the rain to extinguish fires in the mountains....."
 If you can get a copy of "Into. The Blue", October, 1940, you really should read the whole of this interesting article not to mention the rest of the magazine, of course.
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-Have you seen the pamphlet retently issued about Bouddi Natural Park and how to get there? It tells of cabins that can be hired near little Beach, and gives
+Have you seen the pamphlet recently issued about Bouddi Natural Park and how to get there? It tells of cabins that can be hired near little Beach, and gives train and launch timetables as well as a map of the district. Paddy has some of these pamphlets, as well as our congratulations for any share he may have had in their preparation. They are a good idea.
- train and launch timetables as well as a map of the district. Paddy has some of
-these pamphlets, as well as our congratulations for any share he may have had in their preparation. They are a good idea.
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-From New Zealand comes a new book "Peaks, Packs and Mountain Tracks" by W.Scott Gilkison, The S.B.Wts copy is autographed by the author to the librarian will probably charge extra for letting you read it, Very Pleasant reading it is
-too, even for nonclimbers, though some of our mountaineering enthusiasts may
+From New Zealand comes a new book "Peaks, Packs and Mountain Tracks" by W.Scott Gilkison, The S.B.W's copy is autographed by the author to the librarian will probably charge extra for letting you read it. Very Pleasant reading it is too, even for non-climbers, though some of our mountaineering enthusiasts may
-bemoan the absence of technicalities. All Bushwalkers will enjoy the little stories that are interspersed, such as the passing reference to "the impecunious 'Varsity student who dismembered a bicycle and tried to construct a BergemnRucSac frame out of the forks".
+bemoan the absence of technicalities. All Bushwalkers will enjoy the little stories that are interspersed, such as the passing reference to "the impecunious 'Varsity student who dismembered a bicycle and tried to construct a BergennRuc-Sac frame out of the forks".
-      OOOOOOOOOO
-"Splashes" Quarterly No.2 has been produced by the River Canoe Club of N.S.W. in spite of the drought and the war. After reading it fromcover, to cover we say to all our readers, "Don't miss it", And to the River Canoe Club, "Congratulations again."
+----
-AT OUR OWN MEETING
+"Splashes" Quarterly No.2 has been produced by the River Canoe Club of N.S.W. in spite of the drought and the war. After reading it from cover, to cover we say to all our readers, "Don't miss it", And to the River Canoe Club, "Congratulations again."
+----
+===== At Our Own Meeting =====
 At the December meeting the President welcomed five New Members to the Club:- Beth Spears, Margaret Gow, Joyce Kennedy, Laurence Rayner and Ron. Baker. We hope they will all be very active members in all branches of Club life as well as on walks.
-Each month now there are two or three letters in the Correspondence from members "on service". This month we had word from Hugh Dickson and Rob. Morrison. Rob,sent thanks for the magazine and kind regards to all his fellow- members. Apparently Hugh had not heard that subs are not payable by members who are on Active Service, and the Club had not heard that he had enlisted -- but he will be kept up-tn-date with S.B.W. doings in future by our monthly magazine. Will all members please check up with either Jean Moppett or Grace Jolly and see that they have the names and addresses of all our fellow-members who are on service with the Navy, A.I.F., or R.A.A.F.?
-"The Sydney Bush Walker's Comforts Fund" was officially formed at this meeting, the profits from the 1940 "Concert" being the nucleus of its funds. As the legal requirements for the administration of comforts funds are at present rather obscure owing to proposed new legislation, it was decided to leave any decision on this important matter until the January meeting, and
+Each month now there are two or three letters in the Correspondence from members "on service". This month we had word from Hugh Dickson and Rob. Morrison. Rob. sent thanks for the magazine and kind regards to all his fellow members. Apparently Hugh had not heard that subs are not payable by members who are on Active Service, and the Club had not heard that he had enlisted - but he will be kept up-to-date with S.B.W. doings in future by our monthly magazine. Will all members please check up with either Jean Moppett or Grace Jolly and see that they have the names and addresses of all our fellow-members who are on service with the Navy, A.I.F., or R.A.A.F.?
-the President of the Club was instructed to administer the fund in the meantime. It is hoped there will be a large attendance of members at the January meeting, and that they will provide all the necessary ideas, and workers, to make our own comforts fund for the bushwalking boys on service a real comfort to them. Remember, it is not for duplicating the supplies of socks and smokes, but to send photos, magazines, letters and any other "mental comforts" to them.
-A vote of thanks to Joan Savage as Organiser and to the whole Concert Party for=the evening's entertainment was moved from the Chair and carried by acclamation.
+"The Sydney Bush Walker's Comforts Fund" was officially formed at this meeting, the profits from the 1940 "Concert" being the nucleus of its funds. As the legal requirements for the administration of comforts funds are at present rather obscure owing to proposed new legislation, it was decided to leave any decision on this important matter until the January meeting, and the President of the Club was instructed to administer the fund in the meantime. It is hoped there will be a large attendance of members at the January meeting, and that they will provide all the necessary ideas, and workers, to make our own comforts fund for the bushwalking boys on service a real comfort to them. Remember, it is __not__ for duplicating the supplies of socks and smokes, but to send photos, magazines, letters and any other "mental comforts" to them.
+A vote of thanks to Joan Savage as Organiser and to the whole Concert Party for the evening's entertainment was moved from the Chair and carried by acclamation.
 As members had been notified by circular/ our Walks Secretary had resigned and a new one had to be elected. We are exceedingly happy to be able to report that a volunteer had been found for this very arduous job, and the meeting enthusiastically elected Grace Edgecombe as Hon.Walks Secretary. John Manson is, of course, still Assistant Walks Secretary, and they are now preparing the next walks programme. Leaders are asked to volunteer promptly and to give either Grace or John details of proposed walks without delay.
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-"FROSTIE" 16A1ES A MOVE 111..111011
+===== Christmas Party =====
-Two flights of stairs less to climb when the lift breaks downlif
-Those of you who have had this experience will be pleased to know that
+Gladioli, creamy lilies and golden roses vied with the attractive food as table decorations. Gardenias were arranged On the damask cloth amongst the pear meringues, the savoury eggs, the luscious trifles and the asparagus in aspic. It was hard to believe that all this gorgeousness was supported only by our old green tables.
-ADA FROST
-has moved her Dressmaking Establishment from the 5th Floor to -- Third Floor, Room 6,
+The walls were adorned by clever caricatures of members done by the Duncombes (Winifred Eva and Duncan). President Richard saw himself sitting in a pond with mouth wide open. Our worthy editor was pictured with a large block of ice tied on her head, typewriter in front of her and enormous waste-paper basket alongside. Doreen Heinrich was seen canoeing to Vienna. The Moppetts as befits newly-weds, shared one caricature. The prize for guessing all the members represented was won by Yvonne Rolfe.
-Post Office Chambers,
-George Streets Sydney.
-FR5427.
-" CHRISTMAS PARTY.
-Gladioli, creamy lilies and golden roses vied with the attractive food as table decorations: Gardenias were arranged On the damask cloth amongst the pear m6rangues, the savoury eggs, the luScious trifles and the asparagus in aspic. It was hard to believe that all this gorgeousness was supported only by our old green tables.
-The walls were adorned by clever caricatures of members done by the . Duncombes (Winifred Eva and Duncan). President Richard saw himself sitting in a pond with mouth wide open. Our worthy editor was pictured with a large block of ice tied on her head, typewriter in front of her and enormous waste-paperbasket alongside.. Doreen Heinrich was seen canoeing to Vienna. The Moppetts as befits newly-weds, shared one caricature. The prize for guessing all the members represented was won by Yvonne Rolfe.
 Mary Stoddart was the winner of the large Xmas Stocking.
-Dick Schofield and his lame foot managed to make plenty of noise, with - the support of the two 'loans, Bill Mullins and all the others in the corner by the map table. Arthur Brophy showed what a mouth-organ can do when handled gently. Peter Page helped with community singing. Hilda Stoddart lead the choristers in carols.
-.1
+Dick Schofield and his lame foot managed to make plenty of noise, with the support of the two loans, Bill Mullins and all the others in the corner by the map table. Arthur Brophy showed what a mouth-organ can do when handled gently. Peter Page helped with community singing. Hilda Stoddart lead the choristers in carols.
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 New Talent was found in New Member Laurie Rayner, who, twisting his eyes, mouth and tongue-until he looked like a frog, gave a most realistic representation of a banjo solo. It was marvellous.
 Dancing was enjoyed in spite of the heat and it was altogether a very happy party.
-MEMORY CORNE_R
+===== Memory Corner =====
 Here is Taro's version of the Mount Mouin episode, which we promised you last month we would republish from our August, 1932, issue.
-THE-_GEETLE ART OF GETTING MISLAID.
+__The Gentle Art Of Getting Mislaid__
 In view of some recent happenings - which actually inspired some pages of song or songs of Page - a few words may be acceptable.
 Getting mislaid for a minute or two, or an hour or two is just so-so, but to slip and be out all night is quite another matter.
-Think of the countless S.B,M. walks and the very small percentage of involuntary pioneering trips thereof. Something is certainly wrong - to get mislaid should be everyone's experience, - makes one shudder to think of the horde of S.B.We. who have never failed to run to programmes What will the poor blighters do when someone slips?
-Well - here's how  Properties required, some bush, more the better, some tracks, fewer the better, one plain old anyhow sort of a gum tree blazed both sides, this being where you swing sharp right, or is it left? This tree looks just the same as the other million odd or so, until you bump right into it and read the blazes. Of course if you don't hit this tree, there's nothing to stop you turning sharp right or left at any other old tree, provided you pick the right company and the right night - it really doesn't matter.
-The party under review - four girls and four blokes - lunched in the good old bush at the foot of Mt.Mouin, then hiding packs in the scrub, set out for a two-hour ramble round Mouin. One obstinate /og refused to leave his pack, said it was agin his re;igion.
-One hour passed and turn-about time came. The party split into two lots, 3 blokes to further explore, four 'girls and bloke leader to return via the blazed tree and the packs, leaving a mark at both spots, just to Show O.K. Last words of the three blokes to the blok e- leader being' - "hug Mt.Mouin and you can't go wrong."
-Off the five toddled and smartly too, as it was getting on in the day. The leader being an experienced hugger, hugged that cow of a mountain till it was absolutely =loin, he got too high up on the slope and thus missed the blooming old double blazed gummy. (First step in that great drama - "the perfect night"). Naturally the packs were also missed and not marked. -
-The obvious point to march on - Clear H41 - was quite blotted out by thick trees and tall. The whole aspect was unfamiliar and after a halt and
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-much hurried scoutiOg for-a glimpse of Clear Hill, things seemed to come to a dead end. Even had the righttravic been found, it meant much night walking including the risky' climb up CIear-Hill with one torch for five, This alone shows the spooks know their business.
-It was then 4.30 with night coming fast, so the leader declared they must be prepared to stay out all night. The prospect was not cheerful - a frosty night coming no tents - groundsheets or coats - all in shorts -_a little tucker in thepack that was net left, and divil a cave in sight. The girls were trumps - not a scrap of concern at the prospect.
-A big fallen tree was the first requisite; in five minutes a beauty was found. The girls worked like navvies and dragged in quite a ton of mod of- every size and sootiness. They next tackled the trees and brought in a huge
-mass of boughs which were used to make a semicircular wall closely packed four feet high, and considering they had no putty it was a pretty fair breakwind.
-A fire was Started (gorbiess all matchmakers), the leader fished out two square
-billies from the pack that wasn't and set out on a water hunt. Down in the bed of a dry creek about half a mile away, a pint or two was found in'a rock saucer - just a puddle brown with debris - but wet, cold and precious. Carefully scooped with a panakin, it filled the billies and so to home again. Approaching camp a very fine picture was revealed - just dark, the fire glow pTaying on the big trees while the four lasses were shown bringing in the sheaves. Baths mad washing being off, tea was made and declared by all to be perfection, a flavor undreamed of, probably 'twas plus the essence of bark and leaf of everything in the clean old bush. Out of the pack that wasn't came milk; sugars 1 coffee biscuits; 1 I1 The ration ran to two each and a mug of tea each in turn. Strangely, it seemed quite enoigh. Washing up was turned down. Then, neat headers out of the nippy wind and into the fresh and fragrant gumleaves.
-It wss then 6 o'clock, with 12 hours of black night to cheat. Were they downhearted? NO : Much fun was made about the situation and some misgiving crept out lest they be soon found and torn from their cosy nest to be marched
-' back home. Some coo-l eeing was heard and answered; it seemed possible that the three blokes of the other, party may have got astray in the dark; much pity for their condition found vent. Ppor baps.- lost in the bush - no cover - no packs no tucker = their 'situation seemed desDeratel,and the soprani went hoarse in the effort to help the poor blighters.
-However, nothing came of it, and after dancing stars had played torches
-. with the party, they gave up and settled back into their nests again. They sang,
-yarned, played gamest laughed, dozed, burnt, shivered and chuckled. The biting
-Westerly died down and then came a rapturous silence, heavy and thick with a pile like carpet, broken only by the quiet crackling of the fire and the many solo and massed coo-ees produced entirely on principle.
-Not a bird, insect or wild thing broke the silence. All manner of leafy arrangements were tried at,times,the,girls,were completely buried - just bright faces peeping out like Cosmos in a tangle, a truly wonderful sight for the stoker as he played the torch on them.
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-Then another spasm of fun. Off went the bedclothes and eucadowns and then came a wonderful imaginative pantomimic supper. Such careful concocting and cooking by the firellht; after that the eating, even serviettes and finger- bowls being supplied by Imagination u#-Ltd. 20-course meals were as cheap as bread and butter, and so the hours stole by.
-Midnight - The quiet purr of the fire regularly fed, quite safe and sizable. The stars,- vivid tiaras gleaming through lacework of leaves. Four little sleepy birds curled in the nest. The old father bird standing guard over them - taking in many impressions - some here expressed and some too ielightfully vague to translate into mere words, yet as such, will outlast words. The stoker found time slip easily by, every aspect charmed and any troubles of the morrow were just pushed out of the picture.
+Think of the countless S.B.W. walks and the very small percentage of involuntary pioneering trips thereof. Something is certainly wrong - to get mislaid should be everyone's experience, - makes one shudder to think of the horde of S.B.W. who have never failed to run to programme! What will the poor blighters do when someone slips?
-Dawn never fails. This time the a shower - a show of hands looked like down creek and again the nectar of the one slice of bread with butter, jam or wasn't, tipped off with chocolate fromparty met it. No one bothered about a coon's congress. Again the. trip bush. Breakfast was a swanky feed - cheese from the bottomless pack that some birdie's. feathery pocket.
+Well - here's how - Properties required, some bush, more the better, some tracks, fewer the better, one plain old anyhow sort of a gum tree blazed both sides, this being where you swing sharp right, or is it left? This tree looks just the same as the other million odd or so, until you bump right into it and read the blazes. Of course if you don't hit this tree, there's nothing to stop you turning sharp right or left at any other old tree, provided you pick the right company and the right night - it really doesn't matter.
+The party under review - four girls and four blokes - lunched in the good old bush at the foot of Mt.Mouin, then hiding packs in the scrub, set out for a two-hour ramble round Mouin. One obstinate 'og refused to leave his pack, said it was again his religion.
+One hour passed and turn-about time came. The party split into two lots, 3 blokes to further explore, four girls and bloke leader to return via the blazed tree and the packs, leaving a mark at both spots, just to show O.K. Last words of the three blokes to the bloke leader being - "hug Mt.Mouin and you can't go wrong."
+Off the five toddled and smartly too, as it was getting on in the day. The leader being an experienced hugger, hugged that cow of a mountain till it was absolutely mooin, he got too high up on the slope and thus missed the blooming old double blazed gummy. (First step in that great drama - "the perfect night"). Naturally the packs were also missed and not marked.
+The obvious point to march on - Clear Hill - was quite blotted out by thick trees and tall. The whole aspect was unfamiliar and after a halt and much hurried scouting for a glimpse of Clear Hill, things seemed to come to a dead end. Even had the right track been found, it meant much night walking including the risky climb up Clear Hill with one torch for five. This alone shows the spooks know their business.
+It was then 4.30 with night coming fast, so the leader declared they must be prepared to stay out all night. The prospect was not cheerful - a frosty night coming no tents - groundsheets or coats - all in shorts -a little tucker in the pack that was not left, and divil a cave in sight. The girls were trumps - not a scrap of concern at the prospect.
+A big fallen tree was the first requisite; in five minutes a beauty was found. The girls worked like navvies and dragged in quite a ton of wood of every size and sootiness. They next tackled the trees and brought in a huge mass of boughs which were used to make a semicircular wall closely packed four feet high, and considering they had no putty it was a pretty fair breakwind. A fire was started (gorbless all matchmakers), the leader fished out two square billies from the pack that wasn't and set out on a water hunt. Down in the bed of a dry creek about half a mile away, a pint or two was found in a rock saucer - just a puddle brown with debris - but wet, cold and precious. Carefully scooped with a panakin, it filled the billies and so to home again. Approaching camp a very fine picture was revealed - just dark, the fire glow playing on the big trees while the four lasses were shown bringing in the sheaves. Baths mad washing being off, tea was made and declared by all to be perfection, a flavor undreamed of, probably 'twas plus the essence of bark and leaf of everything in the clean old bush. Out of the pack that wasn't came milk! sugar! coffee biscuits!!! The ration ran to two each and a mug of tea each in turn. Strangely, it seemed quite enough. Washing up was turned down. Then, neat headers out of the nippy wind and into the fresh and fragrant gumleaves.
+It was then 6 o'clock, with 12 hours of black night to cheat. Were they downhearted? NO!! Much fun was made about the situation and some misgiving crept out lest they be soon found and torn from their cosy nest to be marched back home. Some coo-eeing was heard and answered; it seemed possible that the three blokes of the other, party may have got astray in the dark; much pity for their condition found vent. Poor haps - lost in the bush - no cover - no packs no tucker - their situation seemed desperate, and the soprani went hoarse in the effort to help the poor blighters.
+However, nothing came of it, and after dancing stars had played torches with the party, they gave up and settled back into their nests again. They sang, yarned, played gamest laughed, dozed, burnt, shivered and chuckled. The biting Westerly died down and then came a rapturous silence, heavy and thick with a pile like carpet, broken only by the quiet crackling of the fire and the many solo and massed coo-ees produced entirely on principle.
+Not a bird, insect or wild thing broke the silence. All manner of leafy arrangements were tried - at times the girls were completely buried - just bright faces peeping out like Cosmos in a tangle, a truly wonderful sight for the stoker as he played the torch on them.
+Then another spasm of fun. Off went the bedclothes and eucadowns and then came a wonderful imaginative pantomimic supper. Such careful concocting and cooking by the firelight; after that the eating, even serviettes and fingerbowls being supplied by Imagination un-Ltd. 20-course meals were as cheap as bread and butter, and so the hours stole by.
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+Midnight - The quiet purr of the fire regularly fed, quite safe and sizable. The stars - vivid tiaras gleaming through lacework of leaves. Four little sleepy birds curled in the nest. The old father bird standing guard over them - taking in many impressions - some here expressed and some too delightfully vague to translate into mere words, yet as such, will outlast words. The stoker found time slip easily by, every aspect charmed and any troubles of the morrow were just pushed out of the picture.
+Dawn never fails. This time the party met it. No one bothered about a shower - a show of hands looked like coon's congress. Again the trip down creek and again the nectar of the bush. Breakfast was a swanky feed - one slice of bread with butter, jam or cheese from the bottomless pack that wasn't, tripped off with chocolate from some birdie's feathery pocket.
 It had proved a wonderful and memorable night. Had it rained or fogged quite another story would have been written. As it was, a vote of thanks from the party to the blazed tree for so carefully hiding itself behind a bigger one.
 A perfect day was now on its way, safing the fire, the obvious move was to climb Mouin until Clear Hill could be seen - then quick march.
 It was not without regret the party left its nest, still, the rescue of the rescue party demanded all their attention, so up the Mount they moved. Just then a hail sounded quite close. Sure enough, just a few hundred yards away were the worried and tired rescuers, who took the party back to their depot - not more than ten minutes away from their nest. (What a narrow squeak).
-The lads had the cheek to offer a second breakfast to the party of mislaidens, and they had the cheeks to hold it, which they did, begob. Their
-clatter had certainly interfered with the repose of the mislaidens, still, they c meant well. The tale of their night out must be told from another angle and another pen.
+The lads had the cheek to offer a second breakfast to the party of mislaidens, and they had the cheeks to hold it, which they did, begob. Their clatter had certainly interfered with the repose of the mislaidens, still, they meant well. The tale of their night out must be told from another angle and another pen.
-And so all ended O.K. If -there is any moral in it, it is that, no
-matter how far out into the bush one may go, one cannot shake off neighbours.
+And so all ended O.K. If there is any moral in it, it is that, no matter how far out into the bush one may go, one cannot shake off neighbours.
-Says Taro,
-Duke of Clear Hill.
+Says Taro,\\
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+Duke of Clear Hill.\\
-LOST - By Jean West at Club Xmas FOUND-By Jean West at Club Xmas
-too small. Jean will
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-for the former.
+__Also Mislaid__
+LOST - By Jean West at Club Xmas Party, one Pair Black Gloves...\\
+FOUND - By Jean West at Club Xmas Party, one Pair Black Gloves, one size too small. Jean will be very pleased to exchange the latter for the former.
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 Party; one Pail'. Black Gloves Party, one Pair Black Gloves, one size be very pleased to exchange the latter