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A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales. | A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales. | ||
- | No. 16 June 1934 | + | No. 19 June 1934 |
__Publishing Committee: | __Publishing Committee: | ||
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Misses Brenda White, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy. | Misses Brenda White, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy. | ||
- | ===== EDITORIAL | + | ===== Editorial |
We were very gratified at the reception accorded the first printed Annual, issued in April. Many copies were sent to friends in other lands, to overseas Walking Clubs, and to Melbourne, Tasmania and New Zealand. We tried to make it interesting, | We were very gratified at the reception accorded the first printed Annual, issued in April. Many copies were sent to friends in other lands, to overseas Walking Clubs, and to Melbourne, Tasmania and New Zealand. We tried to make it interesting, | ||
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It is quite obvious that recreational walking and Walking Clubs have come to stay, despite the look of blank amazement still to be seen on the faces of many as we make our way to Central with packs on our backs. Five members of the newly formed "Coast & Mountain Walkers" | It is quite obvious that recreational walking and Walking Clubs have come to stay, despite the look of blank amazement still to be seen on the faces of many as we make our way to Central with packs on our backs. Five members of the newly formed "Coast & Mountain Walkers" | ||
- | ===== LAKE ST.CLAIR TO CRADLE MT. Tasmania. ===== | + | ===== Lake St. Clair to Cradle Mt. Tasmania. ===== |
- | Dec. - Jan. 1934. by John Laughton. | + | __Dec. - Jan. 1934. by John Laughton.__ |
Party: Misses D. Spargo, (Perth, W.A.), Win. Ashton, Brenda White, Marjorie Hill, (Sydney Bushwalkers), | Party: Misses D. Spargo, (Perth, W.A.), Win. Ashton, Brenda White, Marjorie Hill, (Sydney Bushwalkers), | ||
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Win, Brenda and Marj. booked for a further week at " | Win, Brenda and Marj. booked for a further week at " | ||
- | ===== THE CALL OF THE BUSH. ===== | + | |
- | By "A Converted Scoffer" | + | ===== The Call of the Bush. ===== |
+ | __By "A Converted Scoffer" | ||
On this 30th. day of March 1934, I am miserable, utterly miserable. No person has annoyed me, nor am I afflicted with a " | On this 30th. day of March 1934, I am miserable, utterly miserable. No person has annoyed me, nor am I afflicted with a " | ||
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Why! I ask myself, why did I decide to stay at home? Visions come to me of a campfire throwing out its welcome light, bright faces, cheery laughs, unaffected voices raised in song, and I yearn to be among those people who seek to forget trivial, everyday worries in the solitude of the bush, and as I yearn, I grow more miserable. | Why! I ask myself, why did I decide to stay at home? Visions come to me of a campfire throwing out its welcome light, bright faces, cheery laughs, unaffected voices raised in song, and I yearn to be among those people who seek to forget trivial, everyday worries in the solitude of the bush, and as I yearn, I grow more miserable. | ||
- | A year or two ago the bush, to me, was merely a conglomeration of hills, vales and trees, and I looked with concealed amusement at the bushwalker. Now I am enlightened, | + | A year or two ago the bush, to me, was merely a conglomeration of hills, vales and trees, and I looked with concealed amusement at the bushwalker. Now I am enlightened, |
Oh! to look down from some high peak at this moment. What an inspiration! I think grand things, but as I come down to earth again, so do my ideals, and back I plod to the worn groove of conventionality. At least, I have one comfort. As I lie down in my bed the full moon throws its silvery light down on me and I sleep, and in my dreams hear the crackle of the campfire and the voice of the bushfolk raised in song. | Oh! to look down from some high peak at this moment. What an inspiration! I think grand things, but as I come down to earth again, so do my ideals, and back I plod to the worn groove of conventionality. At least, I have one comfort. As I lie down in my bed the full moon throws its silvery light down on me and I sleep, and in my dreams hear the crackle of the campfire and the voice of the bushfolk raised in song. | ||
" | " | ||
- | ==== CAN YOU BEAT THIS? ==== | + | ==== Can You Beat This? ==== |
It is well known that all " | It is well known that all " | ||
- | On a one-day trip starting at 8.30 a.m., he was complaining bitterly about being hungry, so the leader called a halt at noon for lunch. Our friend put away a small meal of four (4) slices of bacon, three (3) eggs and some fruit, besides the usual lot of bread, etc. At tea about 5.30 pm., eight (8) sausages with a few extras found a home, and still there were complaints of hunger. | + | On a one-day trip starting at 8.30 a.m., he was complaining bitterly about being hungry, so the leader called a halt at noon for lunch. Our friend put away a small meal of four (4) slices of bacon, three (3) eggs and some fruit, besides the usual lot of bread, etc. At tea about 5.30 p.m., eight (8) sausages with a few extras found a home, and still there were complaints of hunger. |
Eight other members who heard all the moans can verify this. | Eight other members who heard all the moans can verify this. | ||
- | ===== A BUSH WALKER CAMP-FIRE. ===== | + | ===== A Bush Walker Camp-Fire. ===== |
- | Barney. | + | __Barney.__ |
- | Grunts, groans, sundry Imprecations, | + | Grunts, groans, sundry Imprecations, |
Next a figure disengages itself from the surrounding multitude - in all probability it is a spare colonel - and applies a match to the mass of logs, sticks, leaves etc. The match goes out; so do the next twenty or thirty. A low mumbling emanates from the region of the " | Next a figure disengages itself from the surrounding multitude - in all probability it is a spare colonel - and applies a match to the mass of logs, sticks, leaves etc. The match goes out; so do the next twenty or thirty. A low mumbling emanates from the region of the " | ||
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Suddenly a voice from the far side starts up "When I was a student at Cadiz..." | Suddenly a voice from the far side starts up "When I was a student at Cadiz..." | ||
- | Follows a piece from Gilbert & Sullivan, "Sweet and Low", and a humorous piece entitled "The Walloping Window Blind" ... selections which all know by heart. The fire burns brightly and sparks rise in the air as someone twists a log in the blaze. A voice: " | + | Follows a piece from Gilbert & Sullivan, "Sweet and Low", and a humorous piece entitled "The Walloping Window Blind" ... selections which all know by heart. The fire burns brightly and sparks rise in the air as someone twists a log in the blaze. A voice: " |
- | beautiful." | + | beautiful." |
- | " | + | " |
The fire is not quite as fierce now and the moon sends its silver beams slantwise through the trees. A faint breeze blows, the leaves and ferns sighing gently; the tents gleam whitely. Someone says " | The fire is not quite as fierce now and the moon sends its silver beams slantwise through the trees. A faint breeze blows, the leaves and ferns sighing gently; the tents gleam whitely. Someone says " | ||
"Oh! I don't think I know it well enough, but there is another I might give you if I can get some help. Scotty, you know "the Woman in the Graveyard sat" don't you? And you, Roxy, and you, Frank? Righto, are you ready? ... | "Oh! I don't think I know it well enough, but there is another I might give you if I can get some help. Scotty, you know "the Woman in the Graveyard sat" don't you? And you, Roxy, and you, Frank? Righto, are you ready? ... | ||
- | A Wo-man in a grave-yard sat..." | + | A Wo-man in a grave-yard sat..." |
- | and on... until the finale is reached so suddenly that the uninitiated nearly swallow their tongues. | + | |
"And now for something bright again. How about a Sea chanty everyone? A Sailor once came up to town, yo-ho, yo-ho..." | "And now for something bright again. How about a Sea chanty everyone? A Sailor once came up to town, yo-ho, yo-ho..." | ||
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"Good night all" ... "Good night." | "Good night all" ... "Good night." | ||
- | ===== TEN YEARS' | + | |
- | Marie B. Byles. | + | ===== Ten Years' |
+ | __Marie | ||
It is just over ten years since my brother, Baldur, and I set out at 6 o' | It is just over ten years since my brother, Baldur, and I set out at 6 o' | ||
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We wasted a lot of time trying every little gully before we located the right one leading from Narrow Neck to the Golden Stairway. It was a hot day in March and there then followed a hot thirsty walk along the cliff-foot past Ruined Castle. Harry Whitehouse had warned us that there was no water on Mt.Solitary, | We wasted a lot of time trying every little gully before we located the right one leading from Narrow Neck to the Golden Stairway. It was a hot day in March and there then followed a hot thirsty walk along the cliff-foot past Ruined Castle. Harry Whitehouse had warned us that there was no water on Mt.Solitary, | ||
- | We reached the summit about noon, and spent two hours- in getting thirstier and thirstier while we rested on those barren tops where the trees case no shade. Baldur had recently acquired some theory that a long rest in the middle of the day was beneficial, and I had concurred. But it certainly wasn' | + | We reached the summit about noon, and spent two hours in getting thirstier and thirstier while we rested on those barren tops where the trees case no shade. Baldur had recently acquired some theory that a long rest in the middle of the day was beneficial, and I had concurred. But it certainly wasn' |
After ten years I again left Katoomba at 6 a.m.; three hours later I stood on the top of Mount Solitary. The track was well defined all the way, and up the rocks I was reminded of the English Lake District where you can follow the usual route by the nail-marks. As I descended to the stream on top - of whose existence Harry Whitehouse did not know I was greeted by coo-hees, a white tent, and two of Paddy' | After ten years I again left Katoomba at 6 a.m.; three hours later I stood on the top of Mount Solitary. The track was well defined all the way, and up the rocks I was reminded of the English Lake District where you can follow the usual route by the nail-marks. As I descended to the stream on top - of whose existence Harry Whitehouse did not know I was greeted by coo-hees, a white tent, and two of Paddy' | ||
- | Worse still, when I started down the rocks again, I saw smoke rising from the chimney of Ruined Castle, and for a moment I thought the giants had returned to their ancient lair. Then very human coo-ees echoed across the virgin bushlands. Still worse followed, for I met no less than four parties treading the erstwhile deserted path of the old coal-miners, But, perhaps worst of all, I found two nicely-made drinking pools along the track where had been merely damp ground before, to say nothing of an old mining shaft half full of water. | + | Worse still, when I started down the rocks again, I saw smoke rising from the chimney of Ruined Castle, and for a moment I thought the giants had returned to their ancient lair. Then very human coo-ees echoed across the virgin bushlands. Still worse followed, for I met no less than four parties treading the erstwhile deserted path of the old coal-miners. But, perhaps worst of all, I found two nicely-made drinking pools along the track where had been merely damp ground before, to say nothing of an old mining shaft half full of water. |
Gone, therefore, is the glorious possibility of perishing bravely of thirst in the attempt to scale the mountain, and gone also the lonely solitude which made it true to name. The only redeeming feature was the fact that I got there in half the time I did ten years ago, a consoling thought for one approaching middle life. For the same reason it was flattering to overhear the following remark on the way home: "I say, Jack, there' | Gone, therefore, is the glorious possibility of perishing bravely of thirst in the attempt to scale the mountain, and gone also the lonely solitude which made it true to name. The only redeeming feature was the fact that I got there in half the time I did ten years ago, a consoling thought for one approaching middle life. For the same reason it was flattering to overhear the following remark on the way home: "I say, Jack, there' | ||
- | ===== LIVESTOCK KILLED BY IRON-SHOD RECREATIONAL WALKERS. ACTION THREATENED BY CATTLE-DUFFERS' | + | ===== Livestock Killed by Iron-Shod Recreational Walkers. ===== |
- | I. Bobabout, | + | ==== Action Threatened by Cattle-Duffers' |
+ | |||
+ | __I. Bobabout, | ||
Our Willymuckalong correspondent reports:- This district is being invaded by numbers of iron-shod, armour-plated footsloggers who appear to be busy humping ironmongery and other bulky and heavy gear up into the ranges here. The reason for this peculiar and incomprehensible kind of labour is not apparent, but the Willymuckalong Progress Association, | Our Willymuckalong correspondent reports:- This district is being invaded by numbers of iron-shod, armour-plated footsloggers who appear to be busy humping ironmongery and other bulky and heavy gear up into the ranges here. The reason for this peculiar and incomprehensible kind of labour is not apparent, but the Willymuckalong Progress Association, | ||
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Mr. Hi Billy Can, an acknowledged authority on brakes (he is a tram driver in his spare time) added that without heel-brakes Trailers would become a serious menace to the countryside. Skids would be a matter of serious moment. He enthusiastically favours bigger and better hobnails and bigger and better swags for safety sake, and quotes the great Baron Thurat, who has written, "Work your monogram in hobnails; leave your mark wherever you go and make an impression in the land. Keep moving; put your feet down with verve and push hard. Excoriate trails and kick loose stones into the nearest parish. If you happen to step on the dog, get another dog". | Mr. Hi Billy Can, an acknowledged authority on brakes (he is a tram driver in his spare time) added that without heel-brakes Trailers would become a serious menace to the countryside. Skids would be a matter of serious moment. He enthusiastically favours bigger and better hobnails and bigger and better swags for safety sake, and quotes the great Baron Thurat, who has written, "Work your monogram in hobnails; leave your mark wherever you go and make an impression in the land. Keep moving; put your feet down with verve and push hard. Excoriate trails and kick loose stones into the nearest parish. If you happen to step on the dog, get another dog". | ||
The Willymuckalong episode leaves the Trailers cold. They say the " | The Willymuckalong episode leaves the Trailers cold. They say the " | ||
- | ===== KOSCIUSKO.===== | + | ===== Kosciusko.===== |
" | " | ||
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Rounded hill-tops strewn with boulders\\ | Rounded hill-tops strewn with boulders\\ | ||
- | On a plateau wide and drear\\ | + | On a plateau wide and drear -\\ |
Remnants only of the mountains\\ | Remnants only of the mountains\\ | ||
That in far-off times were there!\\ | That in far-off times were there!\\ | ||
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From the noonday' | From the noonday' | ||
Sole remains of mighty glaciers \\ | Sole remains of mighty glaciers \\ | ||
- | That down the heights once rolled \\ | + | That down the heights once rolled! \\ |
Dim across the distant ages \\ | Dim across the distant ages \\ | ||
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===== A BED-TIME STORY. ===== | ===== A BED-TIME STORY. ===== | ||
- | Once upon a time (all good stories begin thus) there was a man who was very tough and he said to his friends " | + | Once upon a time (all good stories begin thus) there was a man who was very tough and he said to his friends " |
- | And one day the King had a birthday (for even Kings have birthdays like ordinary folks) and he said to all the people in the land: "You can have a holiday." | + | And one day the King had a birthday (for even Kings have birthdays like ordinary folks) and he said to all the people in the land: "You can have a holiday." |
And the tough man shivered and he dithered and he danced and he pranced and he chopped, and he hopped, but still he couldn' | And the tough man shivered and he dithered and he danced and he pranced and he chopped, and he hopped, but still he couldn' | ||
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From the Lookout the going is pretty rough for a while over loose broken rock and the last two hundred yards is very steep. Once across The Cox a fire was started for lunch, and while the girls went up stream, the men went down for a swim. After the walk the water seemed very nice but cold. I was the last out and was just starting to dry myself when some people appeared round the bend and I had to race behind some bushes to dress. These people turned out to be another party of Club members and we had a short chat. After lunch Ernie left us to go down stream as far as the Black Dog track and so back to camp, as he was to go up to Clear Hill that night to meet some more of our party, and took the pack with all our stray gear, etc. leaving seven of us with no food and only one torch. Up Spotted Dog to the top of Mount Dingo is tough going, but we got there after losing a lot of sweat. Struck a nasty misty rain on top. The connecting ridge to Mount Warrigal is rough and almost a knife edge in parts. We gradually worked our way down round under the cliffs of Warrigal and came on a big cave where a name Stanton and an arrow had been marked some time ago. We heard later, from Carlon, that Stanton had been lost in that district. The mist and rain were now very thick and dark was coming on rapidly as we made our way down towards the Blue Dog track, and we got a lot too far west into Mobbs Swamp. | From the Lookout the going is pretty rough for a while over loose broken rock and the last two hundred yards is very steep. Once across The Cox a fire was started for lunch, and while the girls went up stream, the men went down for a swim. After the walk the water seemed very nice but cold. I was the last out and was just starting to dry myself when some people appeared round the bend and I had to race behind some bushes to dress. These people turned out to be another party of Club members and we had a short chat. After lunch Ernie left us to go down stream as far as the Black Dog track and so back to camp, as he was to go up to Clear Hill that night to meet some more of our party, and took the pack with all our stray gear, etc. leaving seven of us with no food and only one torch. Up Spotted Dog to the top of Mount Dingo is tough going, but we got there after losing a lot of sweat. Struck a nasty misty rain on top. The connecting ridge to Mount Warrigal is rough and almost a knife edge in parts. We gradually worked our way down round under the cliffs of Warrigal and came on a big cave where a name Stanton and an arrow had been marked some time ago. We heard later, from Carlon, that Stanton had been lost in that district. The mist and rain were now very thick and dark was coming on rapidly as we made our way down towards the Blue Dog track, and we got a lot too far west into Mobbs Swamp. | ||
- | The going now was very rough and unpleasant crashing through wet bushes and stumbling over logs in the dark - but eventually we rocognised | + | The going now was very rough and unpleasant crashing through wet bushes and stumbling over logs in the dark - but eventually we recognised |
__SUNDAY, 1st, APRIL.__ Why was the camp so dull this morning? No one seemed to want to play practical jokes, although the date gave a license for that, and the morning was nice and bright. After breakfast the men got in a big supply of wood while the women did odd jobs and talked and talked. Some of them said they had a wash! Morrie visited some of the tents and got some recipes which I suppose he will want to try out on me sometime. However, I can only die once and trust it will be sudden and painless. Wally, Morrie and I, when looking for a more accessible route to the water, found a splendid cave which would shelter 30 to 40 people. An interesting ceremony was performed during the morning when Wally dissected and cremated his compass which was partly the cause of our hard trip yesterday. Ernie came into camp about noon with Bill, Rene, and Evelyn in tow. He had camped overnight in a cave at Narrow Neck and had picked them up in the morning. Bill in particular was raving about the colour and scenery. After lunch we all went up Mount Mouin and had a good look round and were able to identify a number of well known ranges, etc., but unfortunately none of us had a map of the Southern districts (which we could see very well) to pick out some of the peaks. The race of the cloud shadows over the hills and gullies was wonderful. All signed our names on a paper which was put in a bottle and placed on the Cairn. The fellows who had disturbed us so much on Friday morning were up also. | __SUNDAY, 1st, APRIL.__ Why was the camp so dull this morning? No one seemed to want to play practical jokes, although the date gave a license for that, and the morning was nice and bright. After breakfast the men got in a big supply of wood while the women did odd jobs and talked and talked. Some of them said they had a wash! Morrie visited some of the tents and got some recipes which I suppose he will want to try out on me sometime. However, I can only die once and trust it will be sudden and painless. Wally, Morrie and I, when looking for a more accessible route to the water, found a splendid cave which would shelter 30 to 40 people. An interesting ceremony was performed during the morning when Wally dissected and cremated his compass which was partly the cause of our hard trip yesterday. Ernie came into camp about noon with Bill, Rene, and Evelyn in tow. He had camped overnight in a cave at Narrow Neck and had picked them up in the morning. Bill in particular was raving about the colour and scenery. After lunch we all went up Mount Mouin and had a good look round and were able to identify a number of well known ranges, etc., but unfortunately none of us had a map of the Southern districts (which we could see very well) to pick out some of the peaks. The race of the cloud shadows over the hills and gullies was wonderful. All signed our names on a paper which was put in a bottle and placed on the Cairn. The fellows who had disturbed us so much on Friday morning were up also. | ||
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Back in camp the Roots, Berry and Pryde party invited the "Lone Star Ranger" | Back in camp the Roots, Berry and Pryde party invited the "Lone Star Ranger" | ||
- | At night-fall, we all settled down round a fine fire and a court-martial was being held before Mr. Justice Berry, on my conduct at The Cox River on Saturday, when I was caught by strangers in my bathing suit. The prosecutor (Mr.W.Reilly K.C.) had finished his address and the Counsel for the Defence (Mrs,J. Austen) had just started when a sudden burst of rain came on and we had to run to the tents for shelter, so I am still in doubt as to what my fate is to be. I had pleaded, "Not Guilty", | + | At night-fall, we all settled down round a fine fire and a court-martial was being held before Mr. Justice Berry, on my conduct at The Cox River on Saturday, when I was caught by strangers in my bathing suit. The prosecutor (Mr.W.Reilly K.C.) had finished his address and the Counsel for the Defence (Mrs.J. Austen) had just started when a sudden burst of rain came on and we had to run to the tents for shelter, so I am still in doubt as to what my fate is to be. I had pleaded, "Not Guilty", |
- | __MONDAY, 2nd. APRIL.__ There was some heavy rain during the night, but the morning opened up well and the day eventually proved to be the best one of the holiday. Breakfast over, we packed up and moved off before 9 a.m., for Katoomba via The Black Dog Track and Carlon' | + | __MONDAY, 2nd. APRIL.__ There was some heavy rain during the night, but the morning opened up well and the day eventually proved to be the best one of the holiday. Breakfast over, we packed up and moved off before 9 a.m., for Katoomba via The Black Dog Track and Carlon' |
- | in the old days. Carlon also said there was a great lot of cattle stealing going on in the district. | + | |
The climb from Green Gully up to the road at Euroka is not the easiest and we were all glad to reach the top. Lunch at Megalong practically cleared out all the eatable we were carrying. The party we'd seen on The Cox were here also having come up by Breakfast Creek. From the Valley the views of Pulpit Rock, Narrow Neck, etc. were splendid. About three-fourth of the way up Nellie' | The climb from Green Gully up to the road at Euroka is not the easiest and we were all glad to reach the top. Lunch at Megalong practically cleared out all the eatable we were carrying. The party we'd seen on The Cox were here also having come up by Breakfast Creek. From the Valley the views of Pulpit Rock, Narrow Neck, etc. were splendid. About three-fourth of the way up Nellie' | ||
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The next lecture on the programme was that by Bob & Harry Savage on "The Colong Caves, The Boyd, and Kanangra." | The next lecture on the programme was that by Bob & Harry Savage on "The Colong Caves, The Boyd, and Kanangra." | ||
- | On May 25th. Mr. W.L. Havard, B.Sc., gave an historical talk dealing with early bushwalking on the Blue Mountains Plateau. This talk was accompanied by slides which were to a large degree photographs of people who are more or less famous in Australian history. They were to the Bushwalkers a unique selection of slides and everyone found them most acceptable, | + | On May 25th. Mr. W.L. Havard, B.Sc., gave an historical talk dealing with early bushwalking on the Blue Mountains Plateau. This talk was accompanied by slides which were to a large degree photographs of people who are more or less famous in Australian history. They were to the Bushwalkers a unique selection of slides and everyone found them most acceptable. |
Since the last " | Since the last " | ||
For the Social Committee, Rene D. Browne, Social Secretary. | For the Social Committee, Rene D. Browne, Social Secretary. |
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