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 After dinner I took my pals over to the edge and explained the country, told them what to do if they got lost and also told them where the gold was and all they had to do was to go back to camp and peel of their clothes and lay on the ground sheet in the sun and dream about all the gold that was in the Mountains.\\
-Just on dusk the Duke arrived with all his clothes in his pack and only his boots on. Informal greetings were exchanged and he told me that a certain Bushwalker was annoyed because he was making the bush safe for the Hikers. I wonder who sold this Pommy our bush so he could have it for himself. I think it a splendid action of the Duke to consider other people and let them enjoy the pleasures of his domain.//
+Just on dusk the Duke arrived with all his clothes in his pack and only his boots on. Informal greetings were exchanged and he told me that a certain Bushwalker was annoyed because he was making the bush safe for the Hikers. I wonder who sold this Pommy our bush so he could have it for himself. I think it a splendid action of the Duke to consider other people and let them enjoy the pleasures of his domain.\\
 We set off on Good Saturday morning over Clear Hill and down the Duke's ladders (Tarros Ladders) and along the ridge until we got thirsty, so we headed down to Carlons Crossing at Breakfast Creek. As it was too cold on top we decided to have our first wash here and brought out the soap and had a good clean up, dinner and another sunbake and dream till tea time.\\
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 =====THE CARILLON=====
-"May is here," came the message,
+"May is here," came the message,\\
-Wafted from the mountain dells,
+Wafted from the mountain dells,\\
-"Sunlit days to cheer your passage,
+"Sunlit days to cheer your passage,\\
-It is time you came, Hell's Belles."
+It is time you came, Hell's Belles."\\
-So those five maids in the city,
+So those five maids in the city,\\
-Heard the message, loud and clear,
+Heard the message, loud and clear,\\
-Hoisted packs, and sang this ditty,
+Hoisted packs, and sang this ditty,\\
-"We are coming, mountains dear."
+"We are coming, mountains dear."\\
-"Soon we’ll walk along your bush tracks,
+"Soon we’ll walk along your bush tracks,\\
-Climb your rock mountain peaks,
+Climb your rock mountain peaks,\\
-Scramble down through gorge and rock cracks,
+Scramble down through gorge and rock cracks,\\
-Bathe in your dear crystal creeks."
+Bathe in your dear crystal creeks."\\
-"By the camp fire, laze each evening,
+"By the camp fire, laze each evening,\\
-Listening to the night birds call;
+Listening to the night birds call;\\
-Countless stars above us gleaming,
+Countless stars above us gleaming,\\
-'Tis the life that will not pall."
+'Tis the life that will not pall."\\
-W.B.L.
+W.B.L.\\
-There was a young lady named Fannie
+There was a young lady named Fannie\\
-Whose ways were most uncanny;
+Whose ways were most uncanny;\\
-She went down the Grose
+She went down the Grose\\
-And injured her toes,
+And injured her toes,\\
-And now she walks like a grannie.
+And now she walks like a grannie.\\
-Ken Matthews.
+Ken Matthews.\\
-M:_TTP-GONG WOLMNDILLY RIVER WARRAGAMBA PENRITH. EASTER 1929. .
-_
-This was a very early trip in the annals of. the Club; a very good one, with Much excitement The party elltrained on Thursday afternoon for Mittagong and a dark camp was struck an the border of the Municipality We were escorted there, together with another Club party, which was going down the Upper Nattai, by the Town Clerk of Mittagang, who saw us safely emmmped and then departed.
-The first night: Very unpleasant, waterymoon, light &Lowers, cold wind, no flre. It might be worth mentioning that camping was not as luxurious as it is these days. Eiderdowns were unheard of, ruck sacks had just made their appearance, Billy hooks were still fencing wire, and consequently space was at a premium and luxuries few The morning ushered in a beautiful day and the party clambered aboard a motor lorry which conveyed them 8 miles to Burragorang Lookout. This is a very good lookout. The valley lies at ones feet and unfolds itself into the distance to be arrested by the walls of King's Tableland,,
-Our first job was to identify the 'Immediate foreground with the parish map in our leader's hands After everybody had expressed his views, which disagreed with everybody else's, we decided to step into the picture by going over the edge, down a very steep mountain side into the valley. We reached the bottom with very wobbly knees- and would recommend others to look for a sheep track 1- mile further back, the knowledge of which we Obtained from a shepherd whom we met some hours later while wandering around foothills looking for a way to the Wollondilly River.
-We reached the river shortly after lunch when the pleasure of our trip commenced. After a mile of rock hopping the river banks widened out and cattle tracks made the going pleasant. The end of the first day found us at Burnt Flat Creek, which is a good camp site abounding in rabbits and covered in thick grass which makes good beds.	The second day found us following the Wollondilly which is an extremely beautiful river and the going was good. Towards evening, we care to signs of civilization, a woolshed about 5 miles from the Yerranderie Road. Then we 08210B to an apiary which was to be the site of the then President, Jack Debert's, farm. We finished the day at the Wollondilly Hotel and camped on the river flats
-close by.	The third morning was heralded with a dense fpg. awing to the ravages of blisters it was necessary tc leave three of the party behind. This day
-was really most interesting.	Our way led from the Upper Burragorang to the lower, through country known, but still beautiful, on hard roads, the saving feature of the day being a meal of stewed quinces and cream obtained by various means from farms passed en route. The fourth day found us early on the track down the famous Warragamba Gorge which hitherto had been described as impossible. We hugged the Western bank and fought gamely for some hours with all that nature could provide in
-the form of obstacles-.	To add to our discomfort we were hunting three steers, in a dubious state of health, which kept about three yards ahead of us all the way.
-Monkey Creek was reached about 11 a.m. after a very hard struggle. Here we were to cross the river and follow the track into Silverdale, but awing to the amount of water in the river, it was impossible to cross. Many methods were triedi We used every ounce of ingenuity and took many risks but still the river won.. Whet all seemed lost a canoe was discovered high up a tree where some flood had depositec it. When it was finally landed it was full of holes and consequently useless; we were back where we started until someone thought of the brilliant idea of placing the canoe in the tent. It worked The remaining part of the trip was tragedy, caused by lost time & tiredness. We missed the last car from Silverdale, caught till last train from Penrith and finally got home. It was a wonderful trip and one in which we were well pleased and satisfied.	PEDO.
-LITERARY EXPLORATIONS.
-Now that the cool weather has set in, most people on long trips will spend more time climbing hills than bathing in our mountain streams, so I think the following verses, which express so well what we have all felt on conquering a
-height, are most appropriate to the present season.	Brenda White.
-I never loved your plains, Your gentle valleys,
-Your drowsy, country lanes And pleached alleys.
-I want my hills! - the trail That scorns the hollow. Up, up the ragged shale Where few will follow.
-Up - over wooded crest And. mossy boulder
-With strong thigh, heaving chest And swinging shoulder. So let me hold. my way
-By nothing halted,
-Until at close of day
-I stand, exalted
-High on my hills of dream - Dear hills that know meI And then how fair will seem The lands below me.
-How pure, at vesper-time, The far bells ohimingl
-God gave me hills to climb And strength for climbing.
-Arthur Guiterman.
-H E
-	A R
-HAVE	U	D	of the enthusiast who, rather than miss the
-train for a walk on a recent Sunday, did a thing that, as far as we know, has not been done before in the annals of the Club, even by those who do things that are "not done"? This young man left home in a swanky Northern Suburb, attired only in shirt, shorts, and bedroom slippers!
-R
-of the other young man who went out in the dark to chop wood and marvelled at the
+======MITTAGONG WOLLONDILLY RIVER WARRAGAMBA PENRITH======
-	bluntness of the axe?	Its owner found it next morning with its leather sheath chopped throught
+ ====EASTER 1929====
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-KATOOMBA - CLEAR HILL - COX RIVER - KEDDMEA -WENTWORTH FALLS.
+This was a very early trip in the annals of the Club; a very good one, with much excitement. The party entrained on Thursday afternoon for Mittagong and a dark camp was struck on the border of the Municipality. We were escorted there, together with another Club party, which was going down the Upper Nattai, by the Town Clerk of Mittagong, who saw us safely encamped and then departed.\\
-OUR EASTER TRIP.	By One of the Trippers.
+The first night: Very unpleasant, waterymoon, light showers, cold wind, no fire. It might be worth mentioning that camping was not as luxurious as it is these days. Eiderdowns were unheard of, ruck sacks had just made their appearance, Billy hooks were still fencing wire, and consequently space was at a premium and luxuries few. The morning ushered in a beautiful day and the party clambered aboard a motor lorry which conveyed them 8 miles to Burragorang Lookout. This is a very good lookout. The valley lies at ones feet and unfolds itself into the distance to be arrested by the walls of Kings Tableland.\\
+Our first job was to identify the immediate foreground with the parish map in our leader's hands. After everybody had expressed his views, which disagreed with everybody else's, we decided to step into the picture by going over the edge, down a very steep mountain side into the valley. We reached the bottom with very wobbly knees and would recommend others to look for a sheep track 1 mile further back, the knowledge of which we obtained from a shepherd whom we met some hours later while wandering around foothills looking for a way to the Wollondilly River.\\
+We reached the river shortly after lunch when the pleasure of our trip commenced. After a mile of rock hopping the river banks widened out and cattle tracks made the going pleasant. The end of the first day found us at Burnt Flat Creek, which is a good camp site abounding in rabbits and covered in thick grass which makes good beds.\\
+The second day found us following the Wollondilly which is an extremely beautiful river and the going was good. Towards evening, we came to signs of civilization, a woolshed about 5 miles from the Yerranderie Road. Then we came to an apiary which was to be the site of the then President, Jack Debert's, farm. We finished the day at the Wollondilly Hotel and camped on the river flats close by.\\
+The third morning was heralded with a dense fog. Owing to the ravages of blisters it was necessary to leave three of the party behind. This day was really most interesting. Our way led from the Upper Burragorang to the lower, through country known, but still beautiful, on hard roads, the saving feature of the day being a meal of stewed quinces and cream obtained by various means from farms passed en route. \\
+The fourth day found us early on the track down the famous Warragamba Gorge which hitherto had been described as impossible. We hugged the Western bank and fought gamely for some hours with all that nature could provide in the form of obstacles. To add to our discomfort we were hunting three steers, in a dubious state of health, which kept about three yards ahead of us all the way.\\
+Monkey Creek was reached about 11 a.m. after a very hard struggle. Here we were to cross the river and follow the track into Silverdale, but owing to the amount of water in the river, it was impossible to cross. Many methods were tried. We used every ounce of ingenuity and took many risks but still the river won. When all seemed lost a canoe was discovered high up a tree where some flood had deposited it. When it was finally landed it was full of holes and consequently useless; we were back where we started until someone thought of the brilliant idea of placing the canoe in the tent. It worked.\\
+The remaining part of the trip was tragedy, caused by lost time & tiredness. We missed the last car from Silverdale, caught the last train from Penrith and finally got home. It was a wonderful trip and one in which we were well pleased and satisfied.\\
+//PEDO.//
+=====LITERARY EXPLORATIONS=====
+Now that the cool weather has set in, most people on long trips will spend more time climbing hills than bathing in our mountain streams, so I think the following verses, which express so well what we have all felt on conquering a height, are most appropriate to the present season.
+//Brenda White.//
+====HILLS====
+I never loved your plains,\\
+Your gentle valleys,\\
+Your drowsy, country lanes\\
+And pleached alleys.\\
+I want my hills! - the trail\\
+That scorns the hollow.\\
+Up, up the ragged shale\\
+Where few will follow.\\
+Up - over wooded crest\\
+And mossy boulder\\
+With strong thigh, heaving chest\\
+And swinging shoulder.\\
+So let me hold my way\\
+By nothing halted,\\
+Until at close of day\\
+I stand, exalted.\\
+High on my hills of dream -\\
+Dear hills that know me\\
+And then how fair will seem\\
+The lands below me.\\
+How pure, at vesper-time,\\
+The far bells chiming\\
+God gave me hills to climb\\
+And strength for climbing.\\
+//Arthur Guiterman.//\\
+**HAVE YOU HEARD** of the enthusiast who, rather than miss the train for a walk on a recent Sunday, did a thing that, as far as we know, has not been done before in the annals of the Club, even by those who do things that are "not done"? This young man left home in a swanky Northern Suburb, attired only in shirt, shorts, and bedroom slippers!\\
+OR\\
+of the other young man who went out in the dark to chop wood and marvelled at the bluntness of the axe? It’s owner found it next morning with its leather sheath chopped through!\\
+======KATOOMBA CLEAR HILL COX RIVER KEDUMBA WENTWORTH FALLS======
+=====OUR EASTER TRIP=====\\
+//By One of the Trippers.//
 The trip may be said to have commenced with the journey from Sydney to Katoomba in a painfully overcrowded train - so much so, in fact, that when the passengers were piled on top of each other three deep (believe it or not), there was still no room for all their luggage, despite the generous facilities provided by the Government in the shape of about a dozen luggage racks quite 15" long. The train conductor had nothing but scorn for those sarcastic individuals who maintained that fifty or sixty suit cases could not be placed thereon, and, to show what he thought of the capacity of a carriage, even went so far as to order all the ladies inside off the train platform, under penalty of being put off.	Three of our party of eight responded to this edict, and travelled warmly in the carriage - the other five travelled incognito (a Latin term meaning "out in the cold").
 There are several interesting tales we could tell, if we chose, regarding that train trip. Have you heard the one about the commercial traveller and that Aythological lady, Delilah? No? Well, no wonder. The lady in question perhaps prefers to keep that to herself; but we might say in passing that we are happy to see the spirit of chivalry is not dead. And then there is the one about the poor little lad who was cruelly out off from his party, travelling in an earlier train, by a relentless guard who held that the train was overcrowded. We invited him to join our party, which he did, and sat, a dejected little figure, among the cinders an the train platform, with a piteous look on his face. Thinking he was beseeching coppers a kindly fellow-sufferer threw him a penny. It is worthy of note that he Ooorned this charity. And there was the lady who slept in a vacant apace of two Square feet in the carriage doorway, so that anyone who essayed to pass through had to step over her recumbent frame. One damsel who tried to pass through caused oomplications by becoming wedged in said space, thereby causing the unfortunate viotim all the horrors of partial asphyxiation. For the benefit of posterity the said victim aforesaid wishes to plaae an record the fact that asphyxiation is not an experience to be desired. We could also tell the tale of the three men Who dashed off the train at every stopping place and raved up and dawn the platform in an endeavour to bring back the warmth of life to their chilled anatomy. AS I have said, I could tell detailed stories under these headings, but space will not permit of this. Suffice to say that WE GOT THERE.