THE SYDNEY BUS HWALKER"

A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of
the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales.

Noe 9, 1210.82,

Publishing Committee;

Misses Marjorie Hill, (Editor), Dorothy Lawry,
Brenda White, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy.

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A MIDWINTER NIGHT WITH A WET PACK.

By DORMAN LONG".

When Robert Louis Stevenson set about the composition of his essay on
"A Night among the Pines", it was with purposes far different from those I have
in mind now when I begin to desoribe the recent misadventure which befell me.
Whereas that master of Inglish fiction wished to imbue his readers with some of
the glamour of romance attending a warm night spent beneath murmuring pine-trees,
I hope, on the other hand, with all the altruistic fervour of which I am capable,
to warn fellow walking-enthusiasts, lest they should, consciously or meonsciously,
imitate my dreadful example.

It all happened on "Peter" Pagets official trip last Bank Holiday week-end,
from Hartley Vale along the Grose River to Blackheath (intended, but Mount
Victoria, actually). And here I take the opportunity of condemning the seleotion
of the upper reaches of the Grose River for a pleasure-trip. If you are of s0
ascetic a type of mind as to think that your daily pecoadilloes demand some
occasional, self-inflicted, personal chastisement, --if, that is to say, you wish
to do yourself a "gross" injustice, --then you will tackle the portion of the
Grose River we traversed in the right spirit, Bub for recreation it should
certainly be tabooed from the programme of every self-respecting bush-walker.

There were three of us in our party, a young man whom I kmew by the nickname
of "Davey" being the third member. When we started out on the Sunday morning,
having camped the night near Hartley Vale Station, our greatest trouble was in
keeping to the track, No doubt, in the early days of the Colony, pefore the
railway line over the Blue Mountains was laid, a regular traok enabled settlers
to couple East with West. But since that time it has become overgrown with
lawyer vines, brambles, and creegers of all desorirtions. Had Dorothy Lawry and
some of the other naturalists of the Club been with us, they would have been able
to tell us the correct, botanical names; Lut, as it was, we found our vooabulary
quite large enough to describe them the while they tore us to pieces, I differed
from my companions in my attitude toward these monarche of the wilds; they donned
every stitch of clothing they had, in order to protect their flesh; 1, on the
contrary, with the blood of Scottish ancestry flowing through my veins, went with
limbs bare, and preferred the via orucis (the way of physical pain) to the expense
of new clothes afterwards. Somehow or other I for a while got ahead of my two
mates, and, beaoming tired of the ceaseless massacre, decided to try my luck on
the river itself, Here we assembled, and prepared for lwmoh at three otclook,
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Epicureanism was the primary cause of my subsequent mishap. My liking for
fried sausages and onions for dinner is notorious amongst Club members. But
never again, While I was engrossed in the task of imparting a uniform brownness
to the sausage skins, and an even degree of softness to the onions, "Peter"
remarked that we had only about an hour and a half of sunlight left before dark,
but I was too busy with my gustatory images to take much notice of the time. So
perfect was my cooking that I felt like Dives, with my two friends each a Lazarus,
sniffing at my sumptuous table, Then, when I was engaged in the process of
consumption, the leader declared that "Davey" and he would move on, stating that
he intended to camp at the junction with Creek Mount Victoria, and asking me to
follow on within ten minutes. JI replied that I would finish the day's journey,
even if I had to use my torch or lamp. Little did I dream that the river, to
which I had turned for salvation from the thorns, was going to turn out so
treacherous}

It must have been half an hour, after the conversation last referred to,
before I had everything packed, and was ready to start again. This time I made
it my policy to keep to the river, sometimes hopping from rock to rock, and at
others wading through the water, with my boots and socks on, My feet were
certainly chilled, but I took comfort from the thought that I had a dry pair of
socks in my pack, and that a comfortable night's sleep would be assured me. For
a while I made great progress, and became hopeful of soon regaining my comrades,
But all of a sudden the river changed its tactics. Gigantic boulders began to
confront me. To climb up one was only to find as steep a drop on the other side,
Moreover, the fastly vanishing daylight brought Peter's" warning anew to my ears,
At length I came across a very narrow defile, to get through which with my pack
on my back would be impossible. I accordingly took it off, lifted it up on to
the rock in front of me, and then turned aside to examine the next corner for
likely footholds, No sooner had I begun my investigation than I heard a dull,
scraping sound, followed by a resounding splash; and, on looking up, my pack had
disappeared from view, It had fallen into the river! Desperately I mounted a
rock, from which I located the pack, floating in a rectangular basin of water,
surrounded on all sides by preoipitous crags. To recover it was going to present
a problem. And yet I could not bear to sacrifice it, because many pays would
have to come and go before I replaced the lost equipment. Besides, abandonment
would mean the frustration of all "Paddy" Pallin's efforts to convert a prototype
into an up-to-date model; and, like some Gothic cathedral, that rucksack was still
in a stage of transition. Aocordingly I made my way to that corner of the basin
nearest my pack, Readers can quite well imagine my anxiety, as I slid over the
rock and held on to the top ledge, lest I should fall into the water and wet the
sparse clothing left dry on me. That morning Peter" had assessed the weight of
my pack at forty-six pounds, 1 shall leave to physicists the estimation of what
it weighed after immersion. As it was, I had gradually to drag it up the steep
inoline; and, while in the act, my memory was serving up to me an anecdote my
mother told me before I left home the previous day, about a young man who died in
a fortnight through spraining the muscles of his heart during a camping trip, At
last the pack was on the top ledge, whence it was safely restored to my baok, But
now I felt as though I were a miniature Atlas, with the world suddenly hoisted on
to my shoulders. In the last, remaining vestiges of twilight, I tried to
continue my journey,

troubles come not singly, but in shoals", Shakespeare once made one of his
characters say. So I found in my case, The tremendous burden of ny rucksack
was rendering further walking an arduous ordeal. In fact, so wmecertain was my
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balance that I was groping and crawling more than walking. As for climbing, that
required a sustained, Herculean effort, and I was becoming more and more fatigued,
To make matters worse, a thunderstorm oame over, and I was forced to take refuge
from the heavy rain beneath my waterproof sheeting, while I planned what I had
best do under the circumstances, Of course, it was now pitchedark. There was
but one course open to me, if I wished to avoid contracting a severe chill, and
that was to keep on moving till I reached the otherst camp, even though it took
me all night. But when I found my torch, the feebleness of the light it gave
reminded me that I had not renewed the battery. So I looked for matches, in
order to light my small hurricane-lamp, but water had even penetrated the tin in
which I kept them, and they were ruined, The rain having ceased, I proceeded;
but, while the torchelight illumined my immediate footsters, I could not tell
where my more remote ones would lead me, Once, when I was about to step forth
into an abyss, I realised the danger I was in. While I was thus on the verge of
despair, I noticed a gleam ahead of me, as of a dying oampefire. At first I
thought it a mere hallucination, a chimera of my distorted fancy. But as I
approached nearer, those glowing embers became realities to me: they were so
wonderfully proteoted from the rain, too, being in a small cava, with a substan-
tial heap of dry firewood neatly piled alongside. Needless to say, I decided to
spend the night here, 

My first thought, as I ommenced to convert the cinders into a blazing fire,
was that "Peter" and "Davey", having surmised the predicament I was in, had
prepared the fire for me, amd had then moved on, in order to complete the distance,
With a heart full of thanks, I breathed beatitudes upon them, --yes, and upon our
Bush Walkers! Cluh, too, seeing that it was en institution which could inoulcate
such divine foresight in its members. I did not worry about any tea that night,
nor about cleansing my teeth. My sole concern was to get my delongings as dry as
possitle for the morrow, Later on. I improvised a bed for myself, by means of the
waterproof sheeting, with the wet tent drawn over me for a counterpane. In spite
of the rain, I managed to doze off into a very krief sleep; but my slumbere were
soon terminated with the sight of a rilliant reflection, visible through my tent.
Lifting the counterpane, I noticed that my blanket, which I had placed close to
the fire, was igniting at the corners. I jumped uy, ut my tare feet almost
failed to support me, so numb with the cold they had become. Moreover, I was
beginning to shiver all over, and my teeth to chatter, Rescuing the blanket, I
resolved to spend the rest of the night either sitting or standing beside the fire.
Each time I felt myself going off to sleep, I would bring myself to with the
recollection of the fate of my blanket. Towards dawn, I sank baok from sheer
exhaustion, and fell asleep, a modern Jacob, on a ted of stones.

As soon as day broke I hastily packed up, --which was no easy task, consider-
ing that the textiles had swollen so much overnight as a result of their satura-
tion. Nor did I worry about the lawyer-vines, or the rents they inflicted on my
clothing; hut I made a human tank of myself, and forged onwards with but one
purpose in view, to make up the leeway of distance. Very welcome was the smoke
I could see arising from "Peter's" oamp near Creek Mount Victoria, But more. .-
welcome still was the breakfast they gave me on arrival, and the furnace they
created helped all the more quickly to dry my accoutrement. However, my mind was
soon disebused as to the divine foresight" of "Peter"; for, when I mentioned to
him the incident of the fire already prepared for me, his answer was that, although
his nickname was "Peter", he was not the Angel Gabriel. From then on we did not
unduly Dustle ourselves, but proceeded along Creek Mount Vietoria, and finished
up at Mount Victoria,
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Thus concludes this chapter in my life's history. One thing stands out
clear, --that I am somehow peculiarly gifted with a tutelary deity, an amicus
certus in re incerta, who always comes to my assistance in my darkest adversity.
In conclusion, if anything has been learnt from the reading of my narrative,

I shall be well pleased with the knowledge that I have achieved something
toward the perfection of New South Wales bush walking.

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"WHERE THE SLOPES OF MT .MOUIN SWEEP DOWN TO THE Cox".

Now Walkers, this Clear Hill's a wonderful sight
With its mountains up-rising to left and to right,
And Bushwalkers love in that region to roam
'Though itts bleak and itts lonely and far, far from home,
Large parties assembled to hike out that way
To celebrate deal old King George's birthday;
They feasted, they sang and they scrambled oter rooks
Where the slopes of Mount Mouin sweep down to the Cox.

In the depths of a beautiful, fine, frosty night
The Pages and Duncans awoke in great fright;
They had camped in the valley away down below
And were snoozing so snug in their camp-~fire's glow,
When they heard coo-ees sounding tway up on the hill,
Sure it gave the poor fellows a terrible thrill.
Who is it," they said, at our solitude mocks
Where the slopes of Mount Mouin sweep down to the Cox?"

They saw torches gleaming ~ a signal, of course,
But no one could read it, ttwas Harold's strange Morse.
After fearful suspense they heard voices quite clear,
Then six stalwart fellows in camp did appear.
Och, sorra," they said, poor old Tarots astray;
Wid four lovely damsels he's lost in some way;
They have no food to eat, not a match in their box,
Where the slopes of Mount Mouin sweep down to the Cox."

We all sympathised deeply to hear this sad news,
Then returned to our blankets to finish ow snooze,
But "Oreng-outang" Roots and the rest of his pals
Spent the whole of the night searching round for the gals.
But nothing they found, end when morning dawned clear
Old Taro and maidens quite safe did appear;
But they dote on search parties  'tis so orthodox,
Where the slopes of Mount Mouin sweep down to the Cox,

OR as eh Oh a ow
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QUEENSTOWN ON LAKE WAKETIPU.
NEW ZEALAND.

Once woon a time, long before tourists discovered that New Zealand was a
place of untold beauty, Queenstown was inhabited almost entirely by gold fossick-
erBa In 1861, just about the time of the discovery of the first paying goldfield
in Central Otago, prospactors discovered that the whole of this Lake region,
especially the valley of the Shotover, was rich in the precious metal, miners
poured in from all parts of Australasia up the treacherous Molyneaux River, some
even rowed their boats twenty-five miles up the Lake from Kingston situated at the
foot of Lake Waketipu. Queenstown itself is like a town in a fairy tale, it
being so delightfully pretty, The foot of Queenstown rests upon the deep blue
water of Waketipu which in length is 52 miles amid majestic momtains. Facing the
town is the mountain range the remarkables", huge sierra, sculptured nobly by
gigantic agents of nature. Other rugged ridges and graceful peaks line the
length of the lake from head to foot,

During stormy weather the Lake becomes very wild, waves beat the shore,
reminding one of the sea, while the reflections of the black clouds above give
the Lake an wmoanny appearance, On still spring days, reflections in the mirror
surface of the Lake are of indescribable beauty, The water is never very warm,
being snow fed. I had one swim, but cannot recollect another.

Whether the desire be restfulness or wandering in the more beautiful wilder-
ness of the country which abounds, Queenstown should satisfy your desires.
Situated more than a thousand feet above the sea, you inhale pure air, a tonic for
the tired, a stimulant for the strong. On the shores of this majestio Lake close
by Queenstown is a beautiful park; down towards the edge of the lake, in the
quieter part, lies a fitting remembrance to that famous Antarctic Explorer -
Captain Scott and his companions; towering above it 5,800 feet is that giant peak
Ben Lomond, which has special attractions to those not averse to a good climb,

Mt. Bowen, a twin peak, is the easier climb, but from Ben Lomond one of the most
splendid views in the world is obtained as you gaze upon the snow-capped peaks
visible for miles in the distance.

For those who enjoy walking and are able to undertake what we call a
strenuous walk, the trip from Glenorchy, situated at the head of the Lake, to
Glade House, which is the start of the Milford track to the Sounds, is well
worth doing, total distance about 60 miles. Huts are established en route.

Two very well appointed steamers are on the lake, having been built for tourists
by the New Zealand Government.

The steamers, during seasons, make excursions to various points of interest,
one of them Elfin Bay, from where through avenues and valleys of native forest
one may walk iri little more than an hour to the enchantment of Lake Rere and see
teyond the snowoaps of the Humbolt Range,

Another favourite trip is from Queenstown to the head of Lake Waketipu by
steamer, viewing mountain peaks and ranges, passing delightful islands clothed
in a mantle of green.

Many pleasant drives are around Queenstown, I was rather fortunate in having
a car travelling from Christchurch to Dmedin, up the Central Otago district
renowned for its excellent orchards, through Lawrence, Beaumont, Roxburgh,
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Aloxanccla, Cromwell, via Pembroke on Lake Wanaka, over the Crown Range to
Queenstown  all of these beautiful places are well worth mentioning because of
their own particular charm, After leaving Pembroke one passes through the
deserted Cadrona Valley, which was once populous with gold seekers, wntil the
Crown Range begins, This is a climb of 4,000 feet to the summit, a tedious
climb I can assure you, but when, far below, the town of Qwenstown is seen in
all its beauty set beside the beautiful waters of Lake Waketipu, one is well
rewarded,

Certeinly New Zealand lends itself to the lover of the great out-of-doors,
ts variety of scenery awakens a desire to see more of this wonderful land, so on
one goes ever in searoh of the beautiful it has to give.

I would not advise you to do this trip during winter months, recollection of
the cold up Central Otago I won't forget in a hurry, but during spring cz summer
it is a paradise. I shall never forget it end some day I shall visit it again,
who knows?

CLEMENT E. ARMSTRONG.

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"THE DROUGHT <BREAKERS' ANNUAL PICNIC".

(over )-Caste.

Maid Marion: A charming young thing addicted to fires and celery.
Chief characteristic, a happy smile.

Darkest Africa: Gin Maloolm. A promising artist of dramatio ability at
the table. Can eat anything; very fond of strawberry jam
(end most other things tool)

The Cook: Duno, a aimple child from the big open spaces. Has one
ae under her nose and fills it with food at every available
opportunity.

The Legionaire: Griff, a careful" cowmtry lass; owns a pair of tame,

mauve socks -- origin unknown (the socks, that is.)

Shetll never get fat for nothing goes to waist!

The Joadja Hunter: Vio Thorsen, hero of "How I got to Joadja -= and Back",
and other romances. A doughty warrior,

The Plagued One; Scotty, a red-haired desperados tools of trade, a kmife
and fork, Pet aversion - stomach ache,

The Author: The less said the better{ --- Gawd 'elp im!

On October the lst., gnd., and 3rd., we -- the members of the Drought-
Breakerst Union - held our annual pionio and water frolic between Leura and
the Blue Gum Forest.

A most auspicious start was made on Saturday afternoon, the rain commencing
soon after arrival at Rocky Point; tea was a swimming success, and the long night
hours were whiled happily away in song and mirth while the boo-boo birds snuggled
under their covering of wet bark, and the sweet strains of "Joadja -~ Joadja -=
Joadja-a-a-aaa rose and fell in harmonious rhythm, now bursting into a full
glorious crescendo, now murmuring low and sweet as the swamp over a mud hole,

We slept! ----~ and woke again. The swamp swamped on, The Joadja
joadja-ed; eleven otclock, twelve, one, three, five a.m. m= even the boo-boos
booed less loudly.
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It rained} It rained even harderi!, but ere long conjurers with matches
produced fire, then food, then large appetites, and lastly an elephant's
sufficiency 411 round,

Later it fogged! We carved holes in the fog and jeered at it. It lifted;
all was not well however, for plague had taken hold of one little commmity,
twenty-five per cent of the inhabitants being stricken with a myster.ous malady.
Pale and thin he lay shuddering in his blenket with his teeth tightly clenched,
and later the Legionaire collapsed under her pack and became all loose at the
joints, so we there and then dissolved the "Union" and formed a Limitoc Hospital Co.

That night a mysterious thing happened} Lights appeared in the sy;
superstitious people thought the end of the world had come or that they, too, had
the malady. But no! the stars were out instead.

The Cook cooked ---- and ate, We all ate, even he of the teoth so tightly
shut; and on the morrow dawned a day of peace and drought. It didatt rain for
seven hours, and light of heart and heavy of foot, we collected tho invalids and
wended our way over to Lockley Pylon overlooking Blue Gum Forest, where was
obtained a grand view of the Grose Valley, Govettts Leap Creek, Evans! Lookout,
six waterfalls, Mount King George, Mount Bell, Mount Hay, and a recumbent form on
a neighbouring hillock like a sausage-roll left to die, this last boing all that
remained of the Plagued One after a strenuous journey of 2% miles,

Artificial perspiration having been applied with good effect, our band of
hardy cot-cases rallied magnificently, and little more than an hour elapsed before
all were again looking for "the home of the swallow" with forks full of food.

Maid Marion looked charming, hidden beneath a Jarge mug ~ hendled variety --
and gurgling deliciously over a tomato while she wielded a yard of celery in one
hand with consummate skill, Darkest Africa was a trifle on the hungry side, but
in between mouthfuls, out quite a dashing figure in a carefully singed tweed skirt,
and hat of the marquee tent variety without guy-ropes.

The Cook looked hungry, ate hungrily, and acted generally as though she were
hungry. In 15 minutes food was at a premium and the market closed with buyers
rumning riot. There were no sellers. The Joadja Hunter sat stern and
silent --- a soul apart, above and beyond the mundane presence of his fellow mortals.
It was a time of sadness. First we slaughtered a bull-ant; then, the tlood being
swept up and put in the fire, calm was restored until a fly fell struggling into
the tea, We wrung him out, but he was quite dead. wo more flys followed; they
died too. We sobbed into our bibs. The celery ran out; so did the toa; our
appetites followed, so, silent and grim, we cleared away the debris, packed up and
strode relentlessly ahead with never a backward glance at the dead,

After we had been going some time --- about twenty-three seconds ~- the
Legionaire found two eggs. Two real eggs} ----and positively insisted on taking
them along. They were vevy heavy, so I took one; for five miles we staggered
under the weight of those eggs, and then the Legionaire stood on one and bent it
all, so we left it, And in the train she treated the other so unkindly that it was
all broken up. I offered it my handkerchief, but it was no use, and finding it
inconsolable at the loss of its shell, we put it out of its misery and poured it
through the window.
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We were all affected by the sufferings we had witnessed during the day,
and were drooping forlornly over the seats, when through the open window were
wafted the sweet familiar strains of that favourite old tue "Jewena -+ Jannnnaee
Jenueonauasaga', and life once more seemed very desirable,

Strong shudders shook the manly frame cf the Joadja Hunter, but conquering
hia emotion he raised his eyes to ovrs, and in a firm voice joined in our toast
"Kindness begins at home" with much fervour.

Tonday we are changed -- more humble than of yore ~- and when life seems as
dust and ashes, our thoughts turn to the splendid example afforded by Teniyson's
Brook end the boo-boo bird, and we likewise set our faces to the fore and go on =
and on w= and on wee and On --e-n----- a tTis the only way!

BARNEY.

Last Sunday, Muriel Cox and I went exploring into the Berowra Creek comtry
from Kuring-gai. We had a splendid walk; learned a lot about the distriot; saw
much natural beauty and quite a number of interesting and unexpected signs of man;
and came home fully determined to spend many more days exploring that part of
the cowmtry.

Apart from this determination, the main results of the expedition are that we
have a brand-new walk for the next programme; and that we feel we must tell you
all of our first, and perhans, most interesting discovery -- the enterprising
storekeeper at Kuring-gai. He sells maps!

While still waiting for the train to move off so that we could cross the
line, we noticed maps displayed outside the neat, oiled-wood store beside the
line on the Cowan Creek side, so, of course, went across to investigate, We
were just in time to notice the last of the plomickers (a couple who were not
too sure of the route) examining the mar of Kuring-gai Chase and the notice that
it was on sale withing, price 34."; and to observe them buy a maz, ask direotions
for picking up the start of the track, and set off for Cowan Creek.

We then congratulated the storekeeper on his enterprise, for we have never
seen maps sold on the spot before. He has only been there for atout twelve months,
but is keenly interested in the district, and has prevailed on the Tourist Bureau
to allow him to satisfy the many inquiries he receives by the sale of the Tourist
Map of the Chase, In six weeks he has sold nearly sixty copies.

In the middle of the talk he said: "Exouse me a minute, please, there's
Jack oome for his breakfast." We looked round, and there, perched by the
noticeboard, was a beautiful, grey thrush. Our new acquaintance returned, and,
to our surprise, he had some scraps of cheese which he proceeded to crumble in the
palm of his left hand. Then he called quietly to the tirds "Come on, Jack,
here's your breakfast!" The thrush flew into the store, perchedon his hand, and
ate the cheese while we stood by and continued the conversation, This store-
keeper is a real nature-~lover, and is gradually getting all the birds to come to
hin,

Jack flew on to the counter while some more cheese was crumbled for him, then
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back on to the hand to eat it, and (although his friend had still more cheese for
him if he wanted it - and there was no doubt he liked it) he finished his breakfast
py picking up all the crumbs that had fallen to the floor.

He would make a good bush walker, that thrush}
D. LAWRY.

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"PARTED"

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off on a trip with the Bargers
Went the wife of Ourang-outeng Roots.
She looked a real Bushwalker
From her hat to her old hlack boots.
She said; "If the soles come off them,
And the uppers are rent in twain,
I must take them home to Wally
f To prove that I walked in the rain."

Staying at home to study
Was poor Ourang-outang Roots,
Trying to earn some money
To keep his fair wife in boots,
But little she seemed to worry
As along the Creek she sped,
Till she suddenly fell in the nettles -

Then she wished she was "bloomin!t well dead."

By the side of the rushing river
Camped the wife of Ourang-~outang Roots;
She chaperoned the party,
Who were madder than bandicoots.
They talked of nothing but eating
Till at last into bed they crept
Then she lay between Cora and Maisie -
Thought of her Wally - and wept.

"Budgong."
PADDY HOLDS AN EXHIBITION.

Now that so many of us are taking stock of our camping gear,
it is good to hear that there is to be an exhibition of rucksacks,

tents, camping gear and gadgets at PADDY PALLIN'S place above

Hallamts, opposite Wynyard Station.

He has taken extra floor space so as to have plenty of elbow

room and the show will run for a fortnight from MONDAY, 17th. OCTOBER.

If you can only manage to get along at lunch time, why not
take a sandwich and you will be provided with a mug of tea at

nominal cost?

This is to be "an every oumce comts" exhibition and there
will be some new lines in weight-saving ideas, Als, Paddy olaims
to have solved that campers! problem of ~-

WHERE THE WEIGHT COMES FROM,

end has arranged a speoial exhibit explaining his discovery,

There will also be a collection of oil paintings on view
executed by Mr. Rhys Williams. These paintings depict scenes
well known to bush lovers, such as "Burragorang", Jim Riley's Hut
on the Nattai" and so ons These alone will well repay a visit,
You will be very welcome,
F,A. PALLIN,
$12 George Street, SYDNEY.

(Over Hallam's +
Opposite Wynyard Station.)
THE BUNDANOON OFFICIAL.

It was a merry little crowd of nineteen that filled the two reserved
oarriages on the train bound for Bundanoon on the Friday night of Eight Hour
weekend,

Bundanoon was of a velvety darkness when we arrived, but our torches soon
put us on the road to a camp site about a mile from the Station where tents went
up, Sleeping bags down and all was quiet till Dorman tried to shout the echoes
down early next morning.

There was no water on top, so a hungry nineteen were soon locking for the
turn-off which led to that slippery-dip which takes one down to Bundanoon Creek,
What a slippery, slithering sliding time we had. Some were there who could
hearken back twelve months to the climbing of that hillside. Those in the lead
had fires going by the time the tail of the party arrived, and so - breakfast.

A comfortable feeling under nineteen belts, packs shouldered and we were
away along the old track beside the creek, The oreek was feoling quite bois-
terous after the recent rain and gurgled and bubbled all the morning, tearing
over the boulders it could not roar under or between, The nettles were in great
fettle and before lunch there were some very queer looking legs in the party.

Lunch at the jumotion of the Bundanoon and the Tallawah was a welcome
respite from the morning's nettly tramp. A swim and a sunbake rut the finishing
edge to already sharp appetites and lunch was despatched in good Bushwalker style,
There was a gorgeous clump of rock lilies growing in a tree overlooking our camp
site. The lilies had reached perfeotion wherever we saw them and the hillsides
were massesof mauve and yellow interspersed with the green of the Burrawangs,

It was Spring in all its gay revelry.

The going became easier and we made an early camp at the jumction of
Bundanoon Creek and the Kangaroo River, Next morning we awoke to a wet world,
but what oared we once breakfast fortified us, and off we started under ground
sheets o Some of the stalwarts carried the members of the weaker (777) sex
across the river and we squelched our way upstream, We discovered a boat on
the opposite side of the river which quelled any qualms as to the crossing of
the Kangaroo, The boys swan across, launched the boat and ferried the remainder
of the party and packs across, By Sunday lunchtime, we had made the Stanaforths
farm. From there we left the river, climbing the ridge behind the farm, That
hill didn't look so formidable, but one learns by experionce, Before we started
to climb the last pinch we saw some jungle that was worth the fight it took to
get through. The Burrawangs were in full seed there, patching the landscape
with their glorious orange fruit.

We found another slippery-dip down the other side and by the time we had
reached "the bottom of that terrible descent" there were several pairs of muddy
shorts for displaye We had hoped to make the other side of the Budgong valley
but the running oreek proved too much of a temptation, It was an excellent
camp site and the osmpfire entertainment after dinner was most enjoyable, There
were those who could, those who couldn't, those who will try and those who won't,
and some who try and can't, but some of the party enjoyed themselves so muoh that
twelve otclock saw them just about to look for sleeping bags.
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An early start next morning and we were at the beginning of a long but
rather lovely road trip, broken about 9.30 o'clock by a stiff climb. As we
sighted Nowra and were getting down towards the lowlands, the cliffs were
covered with rock lilies. The clematis was also making a good show. We
made good time, did not stop for lunch and were able to catch the three~five
train. The forerunners of the pa rty (or the fore-bargers ) booked two
carriages and as the train pulled cut of Bomaderry the party was too interested
in food to realise that a very happy and interesting trip was nearly over.

Just one of tem,"

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AN S.B.W. CHRISTENING.

The sun shone with extra strength one Sunday afternoon in duly, for it
was the day chosen for the christening of a bonnie Scotch laddie,

The bonnie bairn was born in our fair city, but his parents decided to
take him to the bush for the fresh air wo all enjoy so much, We cen all
imagine the father's disgust when he discovered that in the little bush town a
cathedral hadn't even been heard of, but not to be discouraged ty this, he set
to work and built one himself,

Just about three otclock all eyes were fooussed in the direction the
happy trio were sure to take; and what a trio! Father and mother with smiles
of satisfaction and the young fellow with howls of dissatisfaction.

The ceremony was very simple and impressive, and marked by an exciting
incident, After the Minister had finished trying to drow the little fellow
he was handed to friendly arms. You can realise the occasion warranted
something speoia], in the way of a menento for the babe, 60 the elders gathered
together to disouss ways and means to honour our pudding Dushwalker.

. A silver otp suitably engraved was decided on, and the way the little
chap received it will go dowm in history. It is rumoured that the oup is
about onethird the size of his father's mug, so it must be some cup, because
we oan vouch for the size of dadda's mug.

Pretty Boy."
REPORT OF OFFICIAL WALK OF SUNDAY, SEPT. 4th. 1952,

By the Leader - His Grace the Duke of Clear Hill,
0.6. - 5.B.W.M.U.G. - N.T.B. - P.G.

or an an we nO Ee

If a legal definition of an offioial walk is "that gathering of a person 
persons at the spot and time shown on programme", then take this as the real
report of last Sunday's walk, and beware of imitations..

According to programme ~ members were to assemble at Richwond, the 9.28
arrived at 11, His Grace, the Duke of Clear Hill, cyoled up to Richmond. He
found a large crowd awaiting him ~ quite in order for a Duke = still, a bit
unusual as no public announcement had been madeo
A few inquiries revealed the awful truth. Some hikstery trains had
arrived and more were to follow, The populace were thoroughly enjoying the show
The get up of His Grace even tickled them. One village maiden made musical
reference to "hairy legs", the import being somewhat vague to His Grace.

However, the official train arrived, but no S,B,W's - just possible they
had come by an earlier hikstery train. His Grace decided to ride on to the
river and perhaps catch them. A bit on His Grace asked some village lads if
they had seen a walking party going along. The answers were astounding ~ such
delivery - such force - such "too rights" -- evidently a large turn up for the:
club, Miriam must be very popular methinks the Duke. So on again. The black
road began to turn yellow - strange} A close investigation showed it to be
orange peel - it surely must have rained oranges there that morning. Alas} the
real cause soon appeared ~  'Unnerds" and " twmnerds" of " tikers" - all sizes 
all colors ~ all ages = and all over the road = making driving most difficult.
Something should be done about this, His Grace received universal acclamation
as he threaded his way through - quite in order - though some of the remarks
may be further considered on some long wet day.

"yo gods", thought the Duke, "if my bunch are mixed up in this mob, it's
boundary riders I'll be wanting." Luckily they turned up river to Penrith,
On to Yarrammdi for His Grace, and still no signs or tracks of &.B.W. Leaving
the bike at the first house over the river he pushed on per foot.

It was then after twelve and that generally means tuoker and that generally
means river, s0 leaving a nice deep sandy bush road, he pushed through to the
river and up a bit. Somehow it seemed to be a solo trip, but anyway the day
was good if the going was bad.

The track is not the grassy pleasure it used to be, stacks of trees have
fallen right across the road, making it an obstacle race, not to mention very
treacherous loose ground, half sand and leaf and a few barbed wire fences thrown
in. His Grace went on until a nioe, grassy, shady wattle-decorated dining room
appeared, We all know the rest. After that a de-luxe lounge. Smooth silent
river, acres of yellow blossom, also reflected in the glassy water, and grey
gum trunks weirdly distorted by the rippling. Seven varieties of ants, five
of flies, quite a score of singing birds, a fine harmony for eye and eare A lac
walking along the other river bank with a foxterrier also slipped into the pictw
"Blue blood, blue blood, of what avail art thou?" read on. The doggie glanced
across the 100 feet and stopped, the lad went on, then stopped, then whistled,
thon whistled, then whistled, then shouted, then roared, then filled the quiet
river with threats, accusations, large colorful words. To sum up - he cast
grave doubts on the legitimacy of the foxy end promised extensive alterations to
its bodily structure, when it got home again. Poor doggie seemed to understand
all but remained gaging across at His Grace, who was thinking hard about that
saying - one cannot escape neighbours. The lad gave it up, the doggie sat up,
and the Duke packed up, and off again. Five minutes later, glancing across the
river, he spied doggie patting along level with him. Duke stopped, dog stopped,
and so on. This was certainly a mystery tike". The rough going left no roon
for doggy thoughts until a howl caused a stop. There stood doggie at a dead ent
to the track up against a big stone bluff. He howled pitifully and as the Duke
went on his way he actually cried! till the distance blotted him out.

'Tis a terrible thing to be a Duke,
elg<

The quiet track again and nice grassy going, if lopsided, some horses, then
some cows scattered up the hill, bar one, a Mrs. Jersey, She was on her dig and
propped and breathed hoavily. Just here the going is only six feet wide ~ and
steep. His Grace, with the politeness of his class gave her every possible inch
in passing, when orash!!{ The bank caved away and His Grace was plunk in the
river half way up to his coronet. A wild frantic clutching at the grass enabled
him to arrive on earth again. Justice demands the remark that the cow did not
laugh. His Grace seems always to strike trouble with these mooin' affairs.

As the ducal trow were soaked in Grose, His Grace immediately joined a nude club
and after a good squeezing and baling out passed on his happy way.

Back to Yarramundi again, to wonder why people ever drive there for pleasure
It is a dead, torn-about sort of place with a few very worried looking trees, six
blades of grass, endless stone and sand and rusty rails and evil junk of every
description. It might easily be some old obsolete crematorium or suburb of
Danteville, His Grace reclaimed the bike and pushed off again. Approaching
Richmond droves of the villagers were passed on their way to meet the" tikers"
coming from Penrith. They were certainly squeczing every drup out of the day.
They actually mistook His Grace for the advance guard of the "tkers" and put many
questions to him as to the whereabouts of them, Could an 8.B.W, sink lower?
So, with a few more flickers of acclamation from the waiting crowds His Grace
rode through and back home again.

This official trip will always remain an outstanding one for its good
feeling, its complete laok of argument, its low food consumption, its mileage,
its precision of movement when getting off the mark, and in fact its wonderful
unanimity at all times, And last but not least, its chivalry on meeting
The Lady of the Dairy.

The Hon, Recorder comments ;-

Those hikers must have raised a dust} Miriam assures us there were
13 prople in the official party that day - not the official party described
above, of course - and that the walk was carried out "as per programme,"
She and her party saw no sign of Taro or his trusty bike, and apparently he
was too dazzled by the beauty of the hikereens to see mere khaki-olad bush
walkers -- or even fair Miriam,

Serer Rowan manne
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THE PHILOSOPHER OF HAT HILL.

By Enjee 0

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Bidden by a prominent Sydney advertising mai to spend the night at his
week-end cottage at Hat Hill, Blackheath, so that they might-set off early next
morning and scramble over Perry's Lookdown to the Blue Gum Forest, a few of our
members had a unique experience recently, They arrived long after dark, but
even in the blackness of the night they could sense that the cottage at which
they were invited to spend the night, was no ordinary place, When the door
opened, there, framed in a shaft of mellow light, stood a most interesting
figure of a man, He had greying hair and piercing eyes, a pleasing voice and
a ready smile. Doubtless in the electoral roll his occupation was shown as
"Gardener" or Caretaker" or some other utterly inadequate description! But he
was an aristocrat and a scholar and, as our members were to discover later, a
real Philosopher $

Come in," he said cordially, and make yourselves at home," The
appointments of the cottage were as wmusual and as charming as the exterior. The
lounge was full of curos. Cushions were strewn on a large divan, a log burned
cheerily in the hearth, rows of shelves were crammed with books ~ Wells, Priost-
ley, Shaw, David Grayson, Tolstoi, ranged side by side in oareless disorder.
There was a framed inscription on the wall;-

Guest - you are welcome here! Be at
your case. Get up when youtre ready;
go to bed when you please, Happy to
share with you such as we've got -
the leaks in the roof and the soup in
the pot. You dontt have to thank us,
or laugh at our jokes, Sit deep and
come often ~ youfre one of the folks,"

The visitors inspected the furniture and ornaments with interest, but the
slumbrous properties of the solid convict-built four-poster bed from Norfolk
Island determined them to turn in for the night. Some slept in the house;
others in their hike tents in the adjoining bush,

Sunrise, the magpiest rich warble and the joyous songs of countless other
birds found members already runbing the sleep from their eyes to admire the
entrancing view from the hill-top on which the cottage stood. Flesoy mist lay
in the valley; oliff faces stood bravely out, umashamed in their sheer nakedness,
warmed end caressed by the ardent morning sun.

The Philosopher, like his visitors, was an early riser. Clad in his
dressing gown, he helped them with their simple chores. After an appetising
breakfast the party sat on the wide swum verandah, admiring the glorious expanse
of scenery and chatted idly before commencing their strenuous descent into the
valley. They were amazed at the Philosopher's grasp of present-day affairs.

"Don't you find it slow here?" someone asked him.
"Slow?" he answered, pausing in the act of lighting his pipe. "Not a bit!
p Pp

You see, there's the garden and the wild life all around. I have a wireless set
and there are all those books to read and in the distance, just where the haze is
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clearing, I can see the City. In that space of buildings and narrow, noisy
streets and speeding streams of traffic, our members of Parliament, business
magnates, clerks and factory hands and the vast army of unemployed live and have
their being, woeas ingly struggling for power, ascendanoy,... or only food and
the bare necessities to live upon. Their lives comprise only urge, push, bustle
and relentless grind, or empty, dreary days without end, From here I can look
down in quiet security and smile,

He pressed the tobacca more firmly into the bowl of his pipe, then turning
to his interrogator, he said; "There's a motto on the wall, well worth
remembering. It reads:

For what are we all in our high conceit
When we in the bush with God may moet."

There's commonsense in that, Think it out."

The party set off a little disconcerted. But there was champagne in the
air that day and soon members tripped and scrambled down the hillesides and
drank the nectar from bright red waratahs, They trod the moss beneath tall
trees or waded through the creek and scrambled over rocks,

The noon hour passed, the sky grew dull and overcast with heavy olouds,
Thunder rumbled in the distance, then gradually sounded nearer and yet more
threatening, Large drops of rain began to fall - and then deluge} Rain fell
in torrents, sheet after driving sheet, Two of the party sheltered in a hollow
log; others crouched beneath thin groundsheets or in their tents, The wind blew
gustily, thender crashed on every side, the rain fell even harder, then as
suddenly as it came, the storm passed over, The sun smiled out, drops of
moisture fell with heavy pit-a-pat from leafy branches, the birds resumed their
interrupted twittering and in single file the hikers went their way. A young
mants voice broke out in song - Torsini's Seranata" - full, rioh end clear it
sounded, overflowing with the joy of living. How pleasently it all seemed in
the valley!

Then came the stiff ascent when the party paused awhile to resto

"Do you know," remarked the junior member, "I think the Philosopher was
wrongs. He would have us humble and contrite when we should be spiritual giants.
He should alter his motto, for a man in the bush ... the thoughtful, observant
man, that is (here our junior member waved his arm as though to embrace the
glories of the whole earth)... with God will surely meet!"

POM ODO TEN

Dear Editor;- What is it in the'bush' whieh makes its devotees more tolerant?
How often we find interests in common among people with whom we might never
associate when in earshot of the G.P.0, clock, Quite apart from the fellowship
felt when we are hungry and weary in each other's company, or come upon &
glorious view side by side, there is something else hard to define, Perhaps the
peace of the natural surroundings gives ua a new angle from which to judge the
orientation of our oity and home life. Personally, I think that the standards,
class divisions and rules and regulations suffer a loss of dignity and importance
when viewed in this perspective, and I for one am not sorry to turn my baok on
them for a while, leaving behind the existence we enjoy by the courtesy of Henry
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Ford, the "Sydney Morning Herald" and the Income Tax Commissioner.

And now comes the moral, Next time you apply your thinking cap to some
domestic sroblem of the club, perhaps about compatability, or maybe loyalty or
some other long word ending in Y, look at it from the point of view of a bush
lover and not as an amateur legislator, of whom Australia has too meny already.

Now Mr. President, how about holding our constitutional meetings at the end
of a twenty mile walk? I venture that we would haggle less over pettifogging
details, and show a rather more liberal spirit. What? Not feasible? of
course it's not! but neither are most other sensible suggestions,

Yours,

an old crock" (I mean member ),

See me,
Oe

WALKING'S BLISS".

Do you lmow of the sturdy Bushwalkers
Who walked from 8. to N.
Who did sixty miles in forty-five,
And topped two hills more dead than alive?
Of the girls who waded not the stream
But carried by Richard without wetting a seam;
Had Brenda tried to cross, no doubt
The bubbles would have been about;
But Richard lifted her like a habe,
And with rack an! all he laid her safe.

We swimg along the forest scene,

While pleasure filled our hearts serene
With Springtime's glorious colour dream

Of flowered beauty in swmlit gleam:
Now doth the golden colour glow

And the silvered stream so gently flow.

We live in Beauty!s sweet refrain

Till rudely awakened from pleasure to pain;
The subtle urge of the nettle's kiss

Disturbds our ecstasy of bliss;
A million needles these foes @o bring,

And nought can shield us from their sting -
Barelegged we seek to scramble through

Till at last the nettles have taken their due;
And we stagger out upon the creek

Its cooling balm to bathe our feet;
Like giants refreshed we go our way

And come to the end of a perfect day.

rane wa oS ween

"SCRATCHES"
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SOCIAL NOTES.

The S.B.W. Social programme continues interesting and varied,

On 19th. August we had a demonstration of what Peter Page, Ian Malcolm
and Paddy Pallin can do in the way of conducting Commmity Singing - if they
make the St.James Hall audience laugh as much on 2nd. November as we did on
that night, our Sth. Annual Concert should be worth attending. After the
Community Singing, the room was cleared for dancing,

On 26th. Aug. Mr, Frank Cridland gave an interesting leoture on "Early
Days in National Park and Port Hacking District." It was he who named one of
our favourite beauty spots - "Uloola Falls,"

lSth. September is a night to be remembered by all who were at the
Bluegum Ball - it was an outstanding success both socially and financially,
and great credit belongs to the Committee, headed by Joe Turner, which was
responsible for bringing it into being. Our friend and fellow-walker
Mr. Cleary was in the official party. :

Two interesting events occurred on 23rd. September - the first was a
lecture on the Koala, illustraved by the most delightful lantern slides.
The speaker, Mrs. Howells, certainly knows her subject, and we learnt quite a
lot we did not previously know about the gentle Koala,"

The seoond event of that night was much more exciting, and to the majority
of us, quite wmexpected ~ the announcement of the engagement of Phil White and
Norm Colton, Although Phil has only been a member for a little over a year,
she isvery well known end liked, and Norm - well, Norm is an old stager,
popular alike with S.B,Wts and Trailers. May they both be very happy!

On Sth. November our worthy President, Cliff Ritson enters into "the bonds
of matrimony"  but knowing his future wife as well as most of us do, we think
that he will quite enjoy being "bound."

Here's Juck to Win and Cliff{

Itm sorry to have to end these reports on a note of sadness ~ but -
Mary Herrisson is going back to Tasmania. She has only been coming out
with us for a few months, and now, when we have shown her only a few of the
Places worth walking to in N.S.W,, she has to go back home, Still, she
hopes to see more of Sydney later on, and has promised us a warm welcome to
the Hobart Walking Club when any of us visit Tasmania.

Bon voyage, Mary, and don't forget us,

Brenda White.