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--- 193412 [2014/09/09 13:57] – [LAST MINUTE GIFT SUGGESTIONS:] emmanuelle_c
+++ 193412 [2014/09/12 11:57] – [This all Sounds Like Kowmung to me] emmanuelle_c
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 Misses Brenda White, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy.
-====== EDITORIAL ======
+===== Editorial =====
 I feel I cannot let the Christmas Number go to press without a few remarks about the Annual Camp.
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 I hope so!
-====== THE WOLGAN VALLEY AND COLD RIVER ======
+===== The Wolgan Valley and Colo River =====
 (Concluded.)	(From Dunc's Diary)
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 We caught the 10 something train home and thus ended a real tough trip and I'm glad I went.
-====== TALLY OF LOST PROPERTY. ======
+===== Tally of Lost Property. =====
 | Ninian | 1 knife, 1 packet of cigarettes. |
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 |Ray | 1 shaving brush. strap off camera. |
 |Me | Wonder of wonders - nothing, except skin and hair.|
-====== GREETINGS ======
+===== Greetings =====
 Paddy Pallin extends to all Bushwalkers the heartiest of greetings.
-May the sun shine on you.
+May the sun shine on you.\\
+May you find shade for your tent\\
-May you find shade for your tent
+And soft turf whereon to lie;\\
+A quiet clear rocky pool,\\
-And soft turf whereon to lie;
+Or perchance the tumbling surf.\\
+Pleasant company,\\
-A quiet clear rocky pool,
+Good food,\\
+Peace\\
-Or perchance the tumbling surf.
+And Happiness\\
-Pleasant company,
-Good food,
-Peace
-And Happiness
 be yours.
-===== LAST MINUTE GIFT SUGGESTIONS: =====
+===== Last Minute Gift Suggestions: =====
 Screw topped aluminium jars 1/- and 1/3
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 (over Hallams, opp. Wynyard Stn.)
-====== MT. KING GEORGE. ======
+===== Mt. King George. [Mt. Banks]=====
+All bushwalkers of course know Mt. King George [Mt. Banks], that massive mountain on the northern side of the Grose River facing Govetts Leap Creek. The first known ascent was made on the 30th. September this year by a number of the S.B.W. - viz: Jeane Travis, Jessie Martin, Gordon Mannell and my self. Contrary to its own expectations, the party managed to find a way up and reached the Trig station after six hours. Unable to find the track back to the Grose River from the Bell road, they were forced to camp at the head of a gully, and to spend a cold, hungry
+and thirsty night. The next morning the landscape was draped with a light mantle of snow. Owing to the services of Mr. Pearce who lived at the first habitation, the party reached the Grose again and arrived at camp in the Blue Gum Forest to find that four search parties were combing the adjacent country.
+Unfortunately no camera was taken on this trip, so I decided to do it again. The first available weekend was the 25/26th. November. The proposed itinerary was more ambitious than on the previous occasion, for I reasoned that with a fast moving party, the climb, return to the Blue Gum and the walk back to the station could be accomplished in one day. Our proposed number was reduced somewhat at the last moment, and only three of us, viz: Joan Fitzpatrick, "Jock" Kaske and myself caught the 5.30 a.m. train on the Saturday.
+We had risen early,4 a.m.,and in consequence were a little drowsy. I detached two seats from their framework and made an impromptu bed on the floor. The train was slow and we dozed a little. The country-side appeared unfamiliar suddenly, and imagine our horror when we discovered we were on the Richmond line. Alighting at Riverstone, after much delay we ultimately reached Penrith. Finding the most sandy spot on the platform we spread a groundsheet and emulated Bondi. Owing to the absence of any beach inspectors there was no audible comment on my missing shirt.
+The 8.53 a.m. from town duly arrived, packed chock-a-block, and we were forced to spend our time on the carriage platform, more or less comfortable but collecting occasional cinders. We changed later and the sight of Joan in a well ventilated pair of sky blue shorts caused some consternation in the hearts of some elderly maidens(?) who had been "eyeing us off" for some time.
+Leaving Leura at 12 noon, lunch was taken near a dairy 2 1/2 miles out. Gilbert Taylor and George Dibley had arranged to wait for us here, but their presence was hardly expected at this late hour. The day was rather hot and sultry as we progressed along the Mt. Hay track, passing through most uninteresting country. Although none of us had been in that direction before, the dome of Mt. King George [Mt. Banks] lay in our line of vision all afternoon. We did branch off a little too soon, and in consequence had to cross a gully but found Lockley pylon without much difficulty. Here we had a little trouble finding the correct spot where the track descends, and much time was wasted. The slopes seemed to be endless, and the evening shadows lay heavily upon the leaf-strewn carpet of the Blue Gum Forest when we reached our destination. Here we found Gilbert, George and quite a number of Bushwalkers camped. Anticipating an early night we withdrew to a distance of some hundreds of yards and pitched the tent. After a dip preparations were made for tea.
+At 9 p.m. we crawled into our bags and I slept immediately. Probably the strains of "Danny Boy" and ten thousand other melodies were wafted along by the breezes at all sorts of ungodly hours in the morning; but I heard not, Morpheus and I were co-tenting.
-All bushwalkers of course know Mt. King Georgeithat massive mountain on the
-northern side of the Grose River facing Govettts Leap Creek. The first known ascentAras .made on the 30th. Septem1Der this year by a number of the S.B.W. - viz: Jeane Fa..*ere, Jessie Martin., Gordon Maanell and my self. Contrary to its own expectations, the party managed to find a way up and reached the Trig station after six hours. Unable to find the track back to the Grose River from the Bell road, they were forced to camp at the head of a gully, and to spend a cold, hungry
-and thirsty night. Tho next morning the landscape WAS draped with a light mantle of snow. Owing to the services of Mr. Pearce who lived at the first habitation,
-the party reached the Grose again and arrived at camp in the Blue Gum Forest to
-find that four search parties were combing the adjacent country.
-Unfortunately no camera was taken on this trip, so I decided to do it again. The first available week-end was the 25/26th. November. The proposed itinerary
-was more ambitious than on the previous occasion, for I reasoned that with a fast moving party, the climb, return to the Blue Gum and the walk back to the station could be accomplished in one day. Our proposed number was reduced somewhat at the last moment, and only three of us, viz: Joan Fitzpatrick, "Jock" Kaske and myself caught the 5.30 a.m. train on the Saturday.
-We had risen early,4 a.m.,and in consequence were a little drowsy. I detached two seats from their framework and made an impromptu bed on the floor. The train was slow and we dozed a little. The country-side appeared unfamiliar suddenly, and imagine our horror when we discovered we were on the Richmond line. Alighting at Riverstone, after much delay we ultimately reached Penriths Finding the most sandy spot on the platform we spread a groundsheet and emulated Bondi. Owing to
-the absence of any beach inspectors there was no audible comment on my missing shirt.
-The 8.53 a.m. from town duly arrived, packed chock-a-block, and we were forced to spend our time on the carriage platform, more or less comfortable but collecting occasional cinders. We changed later and the sight of Joan in a well ventilated
-pair of sky blue shorts caused some consternation in the hearts of some elderly
-maidens(?) who had been "eyeing us off" for some time.
-Leaving Leura at 12 noon, lunch was taken near a dairy 2-k. miles out. Gilbert
-Taylor and George Dibley had arranged to wait for us here, but their presence was hardly expected at this late hour. The day WAS rather hot and sultry as we progressed along the Mt. Hay track, passing through most uninteresting country.
-Although none of us had been in that direction before, the dome of Mt. King George
-lay in our line of vision all afternoon. We did branch off a little too soon, and in consequence had to cross a gully but found Lockley pylon without much difficulty.
-Here we had a little trouble finding the correct spot where the track descends, and
-much time was wasted. The slopes seemed to be endless, and the evening shadows lay heavily upon the leaf-strewn carpet of the Blue Gum Forest when we reached our destination. Here we found Gilbert, George and quite a number of Bushwalkers camped. Anticipating an early night we withdrew to a distance of some hundreds of yards and pitched the tent. After a dip preparations were made for tea.
-At 9 p.m. we crawled into our bags and I slept immediately. Probably the strains of "Danny Boy" and ten thousand other melodies were wafted along by the breezes at all sorts of ungodly hours in the morning; but I heard not, Morpheus and I were co-tenting*
--10 -
 The first twitter of the birds woke me. Joan & Jock looked so "dead to the world", so comfortable that I hadn't the heart to wake them for some time. The breakfast was nearly ready before they stirred and even then the lazy so-and-so's maintained the horizontal position as long as possible.
-At 6.25 a.m. we left, carrying one small pack with two cameras, a torch, first- aid kit and compass, matches, chocolate, raisins and fifty feet of rope. The ascent of the extremely steep foothills of the mountain4 was laborious but otherwise almost without incident; almostli say,for during one "breather", much to my sorrow, but somewhat to the merriment of the others I was bitten on the right cheek by a bull dog ant.
-After an hour we reached the base of the cliffs and skirted these until we were beneath the cliffs which presented the only possible route to the top. Immediately it was necessary to follow a ledge and zig-zag back. Afterwards it was possible as a rule to follow the cleft upwards. In places sturdy little suckers afforded fine handholds and at times took the dead weight of our straining bodies with ease. For this reason, although we climbed with an occasional empty void of some hundreds of feet close by, the going never looked very dangerous. The rope was kept handy but not used much; when short rock climbs of ten feet or so entered the programme it was a different proposition. Usually Jock stood on my shoulders scrambled up and made fast the rope, Joan and I followed in that order. Once when we were all standing on a four feet ledge spying out the best way up, Jock tried to have "forty winks." Suddenly he swayed and very nearly lurched sideways into the depths below. On another occasion a large rock crashed dawn from Above and hurtled past his leg. Taking an occasional photo we made steady progress and reached our last obstacle, a high rock with a sharply inclined top surface, slippery and bare. Fortunately there was no drop beneath us at this point, so we were Able to experiment, Joan sat on my shoulders and Jock after standing on her shoulders managed to wriggle up. Joan kept one leg straight and I pressed her up a couple of feet above my head. After a short struggle with the rope we both in turn joined Jock.
+At 6.25 a.m. we left, carrying one small pack with two cameras, a torch, first-aid kit and compass, matches, chocolate, raisins and fifty feet of rope. The ascent of the extremely steep foothills of the mountain was laborious but otherwise almost without incident; almost, I say, for during one "breather", much to my sorrow, but somewhat to the merriment of the others I was bitten on the right cheek by a bull dog ant.
-The cleft for the moment WAS impassable - a tremendous boulder barred our way. Taking great care we wriggled around a short ledge, avoiding with our eyes the thousand feet of blue haze that yawned beneath. Now we were nearly on the top with nothing difficult ahead.
-A, tiny pool of crystal water invited the attention of our parched throats. We lay down, relieved, and made a vicious attack on the chocolate and raisins. Some while later we emerged from the shady fissure to the hot blaze of a mountain. Summer's sun. The trig was not in sight and we pushed on towards the first crest of the range, gazing downwards to the Valley of the Grose which lay on our left.
+After an hour we reached the base of the cliffs and skirted these until we were beneath the cliffs which presented the only possible route to the top. Immediately it was necessary to follow a ledge and zigzag back. Afterwards it was possible as a rule to follow the cleft upwards. In places sturdy little suckers afforded fine handholds and at times took the dead weight of our straining bodies with ease. For this reason, although we climbed with an occasional empty void of some hundreds of feet close by, the going never looked very dangerous. The rope was kept handy but not used much; when short rock climbs of ten feet or so entered the programme it was a different proposition. Usually Jock stood on my shoulders scrambled up and made fast the rope, Joan and I followed in that order. Once when we were all standing on a four feet ledge spying out the best way up, Jock tried to have "forty winks." Suddenly he swayed and very nearly lurched sideways into the depths below. On another occasion a large rock crashed down from above and hurtled past his leg. Taking an occasional photo we made steady progress and reached our last obstacle, a high rock with a sharply inclined top surface, slippery and bare. Fortunately there was no drop beneath us at this point, so we were able to experiment, Joan sat on my shoulders and Jock after standing on her shoulders managed to wriggle up. Joan kept one leg straight and I pressed her up a couple of feet above my head. After a short struggle with the rope we both in turn joined Jock.
-Our Coo-ees were heard by Hoc Carruthers at camp, and his replies were clear enough. I'm afraid we wasted considerable time taking photos and in contemplation of the grand vista exposed to our view. Surmounting several crests of the range, the trig was at last visible and treading warily through prickles we reached the cairn, in 4 hours 35 minutes.
-More photos followed and then it became necessary to think of the return journey. Jock selected a likely looking gully some few miles away and we followed the track from the trig to the Bell road. After a mile or two of road no track turning off was visible, and we decided to follow a ridge in the direction of the Grose. When some distance along this, Jock suggested descending to the gully on our right and suddenly - hey presto' in front of us lay a well defined and cut track. Our stocks soared high again.
+The cleft for the moment was impassable - a tremendous boulder barred our way. Taking great care we wriggled around a short ledge, avoiding with our eyes the thousand feet of blue haze that yawned beneath. Now we were nearly on the top with nothing difficult ahead.
-Walking more quickly we followed the track which gradually descended and meandered first through a beautiful green gully comparable to the Rodriguez Pass, and later along the side of the Grose River but high up. In a delightful little angle of the track was some shade ,anda rocky pool offered an opportunity to slake our thirst. Joan and Jock scorned my suggestion of chocolate but I wolfed a full quarter of a pound.
+A tiny pool of crystal water invited the attention of our parched throats. We lay down, relieved, and made a vicious attack on the chocolate and raisins. Some while later we emerged from the shady fissure to the hot blaze of a mountain. Summer's sun. The trig was not in sight and we pushed on towards the first crest of the range, gazing downwards to the Valley of the Grose which lay on our left. Our Coo-ees were heard by Hec Carruthers at camp, and his replies were clear enough. I'm afraid we wasted considerable time taking photos and in contemplation of the grand vista exposed to our view. Surmounting several crests of the range, the trig was at last visible and treading warily through prickles we reached the cairn, in 4 hours 35 minutes.
+More photos followed and then it became necessary to think of the return journey. Jock selected a likely looking gully some few miles away and we followed the track from the trig to the Bell road. After a mile or two of road no track turning off was visible, and we decided to follow a ridge in the direction of the Grose. When some distance along this, Jock suggested descending to the gully on our right and suddenly - hey presto! in front of us lay a well defined and cut track. Our stocks soared high again.
+Walking more quickly we followed the track which gradually descended and meandered first through a beautiful green gully comparable to the Rodriguez Pass, and later along the side of the Grose River but high up. In a delightful little angle of the track was some shade, and a rocky pool offered an opportunity to slake our thirst. Joan and Jock scorned my suggestion of chocolate but I wolfed a full quarter of a pound.
 Later the track was overgrown with prickly bushes and lawyer vine, so that at last in desperation we headed for the river, crossed and followed the track on the southern bank. Speeding up again we reached camp at 2.55 p.m.
-A dip apiece made a world of difference, and after consuming my share of nine eggs, bacon and etceteras, I felt almost a new woman. Time flaw and when everything was packed, the watch said 4.20 p.m. There was a little more than three hours to catch the last train - 7.30 p.m.
-An average of four miles an hour was maintained along Govett's Leap Creek, but
+A dip apiece made a world of difference, and after consuming my share of nine eggs, bacon and etceteras, I felt almost a new woman. Time flew and when everything was packed, the watch said 4.20 p.m. There was a little more than three hours to catch the last train - 7.30 p.m.
-when after the Junction the track commenced to wind steadily upwards, our pace
-slackened. On the zig-zag to Govett's Leap my thighs felt like lead. There was no time for more than a couple of very brief rests and our second gears certainly gave us hell. At the Look Out only 35 minutes remained. Once on the flat again we quickened our pace and had the pleasure of seeing the train in sight as we
+An average of four miles an hour was maintained along Govett's Leap Creek, but when after the Junction the track commenced to wind steadily upwards, our pace slackened. On the zig-zag to Govett's Leap my thighs felt like lead. There was no time for more than a couple of very brief rests and our second gears certainly gave us hell. At the Look out only 35 minutes remained. Once on the flat again we quickened our pace and had the pleasure of seeing the train in sight as we reached the station.
-reached the station.
-In conclusion may I pay a tribute to the really wonderful performance of Joan. She had had three hours sleep on Friday night and on Saturday even less on account
+In conclusion may I pay a tribute to the really wonderful performance of Joan. She had had three hours sleep on Friday night and on Saturday even less on account of a bad headache. Although the approximate distance was only 24 miles for the day we were, with the exception of a few short breaks, 13 hours on our feet, and the trip included the two severe ascents of King George [Mt. Banks] and Govett's Leap and a very fair proportion of rough, rugged and prickly country as well. I do not say that no other girl could have done it, but within my experience it was the finest exhibition of endurance and grit I have ever seen. Here's to you, Joan!
-of a bad headache. Although the approximate distance was only 24 miles for the day we were, with the exception of a few short breaks, 13 hours on our feet, and
-the trip included the two severe ascents of King George and Govettis Leap and a
-very fair proportion of rough, rugged and prickly country as well. I do not say that' no other girl could have done it, but within my experience it was the finest exhibition of endurance and grit I have ever seen. Herets to you,Joani
 Gordon Smith.
-Amen and hear! hear! "Jock"
-====== "THIS ALL SOUNDS LIKE KOWMUNG TO ME" ======
+Amen and hear! hear!\\
+"Jock"
-This is not the record of three very earnest young men spending a hazardous time in "tough" country, avidly gleaning crumbs of Knowledge from the Book of Nature, but rather one of a happy holiday which we enjoyed muchly, being imbited with the urge to be free, footloose, and responsible to no one but ourselves as fancy cared to dictate.
+===== "This all Sounds Like Kowmung to me" =====
-We were three no-ologists, Frank, Evan, and I, and not being cumbered with the burden of past records - mental or physical - were able ro relax into a truly hobo holiday spirit.
-"Hence, loathed Melancholy,
+This is not the record of three very earnest young men spending a hazardous time in "tough" country, avidly gleaning crumbs of Knowledge from the Book of Nature, but rather one of a happy holiday which we enjoyed muchly, being imbued with the urge to be free, footloose, and responsible to no one but ourselves as fancy cared to dictate.
-Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born
-In Stygian cave forlorn
+We were three no-ologists, Frank, Evan, and I, and not being cumbered with the burden of past records - mental or physical - were able to relax into a truly hobo holiday spirit.
-tMongst horrid shapes, and shreiks,and sights unholy!"
+"Hence, loathed Melancholy,\\
+Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born\\
+In Stygian cave forlorn\\
+'Mongst horrid shapes, and shreiks,and sights unholy!"
+And now the story opens at the Mill near Jenolan. It rains as oft it has rained before; there is mud, such mud, and the three of us are struggling manfully with beans, bacon, a small fire, and a tame cat, which last was still happy, fat, and purring when we left.
-- And now the story opens at the Mill near Jenolan.	It rains as oft it has
-rained before; there is mud, stuch mud, and the three of us are struggling manfully with beans, bacon, a small fire, and a tame cat, which last was still happy, fat, and purring when we left.
 Came the dawn after a hard night in the garage - a cold and chilly dawn with frost in the air, - and soon a start along the Kanangra road.
-Frank distinguished himself by having a pack of gargantuan proportions, and was hung all over with water bags and bottles, a pedometer, alluge pair of what he called "boots'', a camera tripod, a fearful looking "donkey-breakfast", and - save the marks - puttees.
+Frank distinguished himself by having a pack of gargantuan proportions, and was hung all over with water bags and bottles, a pedometer, a huge pair of what he called "boots", a camera tripod, a fearful looking "donkey-breakfast", and - save the mark! - puttees.
 Evan was a somewhat lesser celebrity in a burglar Bill cap and something which looked a little more like a pack than a haystack.
-I regret to say I had a water bottle which, on occasion, was also a hot water  bottle at night, very little soap, and no intention of shaving until I had to. Frank very early made himself a nuisance as he insisted on noting down the time when we (a) stopped, (b) started, (c) had a drink, (d) took a photo, (e) saw anything unusual, (f) - but why go on? By the time the trip was nearly over Evan and I were so well trained that we automatically sprang to our feet an all necessary occasions, saying as one man "11* minutes past 10"(or whatever the time was.) The pedometer was a nuisance too because after walking and walking and walking we would ask "How far have we gone - 8 miles?" and Frank would divest himself of some three hundred weight of loose gear and with an air of profound knowledge like an Oracle, impart the useful information that we had gone 2 miles 1500 yards to the nearest decimal point as far as he was able to judge at the moment, but if we liked to wait he would work the distance out correctly. Damn the blithering thing, anyhow! But for it we would have made a trip of 130 miles at least instead of 85e
+I regret to say I had a water bottle which, on occasion, was also a __hot water bottle__ at night, very little soap, and no intention of shaving until I had to. Frank very early made himself a nuisance as he insisted on noting down the time when we (a) stopped, (b) started, (c) had a drink, (d) took a photo, (e) saw anything unusual, (f) - but why go on? By the time the trip was nearly over Evan and I were so well trained that we automatically sprang to our feet on all necessary occasions, saying as one man "11 1/4 minutes past 10"(or whatever the time was.) The pedometer was a nuisance too because after walking and walking and walking we would ask "How far have we gone - 8 miles?" and Frank would divest himself of some three hundred weight of loose gear and with an air of profound knowledge like an Oracle, impart the useful information that we had gone 2 miles 1500 yards to the nearest decimal point as far as he was able to judge at the moment, but if we liked to wait he would work the distance out correctly. Damn the blithering thing, anyhow! But for it we would have made a trip of 130 miles at least instead of 85.
 The wind blew in gusts and we felt very cold at Rocky Top; when we reached the Mud Hut we found some of the more illustrious members of the S.B.W's in occupation, and none of them looked too warm. Tea over the rain came again, and later turned to sleet - ugh!, so disregarding certain jeering remarks we left our tents which were "secured" by tent pegs sunk only a couple of inches into stony earth, and made our way to the vicinity of the old dancing floor where there was less fear of our habitat being flattened by icy gusts during the night.
-Snow fell lightly and next morning we were greeted by a much heavier fall lasting until 11 o'clock. Washing up - apart from the cold - was a joy almost as all the mess of eating was frozen and one had but to amputate same in chunks from the cooking and masticatory utensils, so different from the usual greasy corrobaree I often fall fox,
-We oxplored Mounts Maxwell and Brennan and spied out the surroundings from Danae with its snowy top, Thurat, and Gangerang in a great half circle to Colong sway in the distance southwards where we were due in four days - and all the time the wind whistled over the Tops, and our capes waved wildly whenever we moved so that standing the camera and taking a picture was an art all on its own. Later
-a sudden squall with hail came upon us and we only wanted heavy mist and an earthquake to make our picture of sunny New South Wales complete in every detail.
-Tuesday was fine and we were away on the lower path for Gingra at 7.46
-(New record). About 10.30 we were an the lookout for Wally's marked tree but it remained hidden, so after a consultation we struck off on a ridge past Third Top which bends back at an angle on Gingra. The marked tree may have been burnt - or we may have got on to a detour path and missed it, but I think not
-Our ridge landed us eventually din a slope which	swear was close on 500.
-Our language dawn that slope has singed a line five feet high from the top to bottom through the foliage. There was no track - naturally - but there were tangled scrub, fallen trees, holes, loose stones, thorn bushes, and flies.
+Snow fell lightly and next morning we were greeted by a much heavier fall lasting until 11 o'clock. Washing up - apart from the cold - was a joy almost as all the mess of eating was frozen and one had but to amputate same in chunks from the cooking and masticatory utensils, so different from the usual greasy corrobaree I often fall for.
-At last we broke out onto a flat on a creek bed and we all said "Ahhhh!" We followed the creek for fifty yards, and said "Blank, blank, blank, blanks"
-It turned out to be Ferny Flat Creek, full of heavy undergrowth and nettles, and every nasty sort of thing that grew, flew, and buzzed, so trimming three
+We explored Mounts Maxwell and Brennan and spied out the surroundings from Danae with its snowy top, Thurat, and Gangerang in a great half circle to Colong sway in the distance southwards where we were due in four days - and all the time the wind whistled over the Tops, and our capes waved wildly whenever we moved so that standing the camera and taking a picture was an art all on its own. Later a sudden squall with hail came upon us and we only wanted heavy mist and an earthquake to make our picture of sunny New South Wales complete in every detail.
-nettle stems for use as walking sticks we climbed out onto Hughes' ridge and, three hours after leaving Gingra, we hit the Kawmunge We camped at Orange Bluff.
-The Kawmung is a nice river. It took us four hours to get through the Canyon next day, and the rest of the day to reach Lanniganfs Creek. Narry a soul MB saw the whole way and we later learned that the miners had deserted the river for climes more pleasant - financially.
+Tuesday was fine and we were away on the lower path for Gingra at 7.46 (New record). About 10.30 we were on the lookout for Wally's marked tree but it remained hidden, so after a consultation we struck off on a ridge past Third Top which bends back at an angle on Gingra. The marked tree may have been burnt - or we may have got on to a detour path and missed it, but I think not!
-Beyels shack appeared in quite good repair but Manning's looked worse than usual, while the famous dam again leaked slightly.
-A couple of hours' rock hopping along Lannigants Creek on Friday morning brought US to Caves Creek, and after making camp and consuming some donkey sausage, figs ,and nuts, we spent two or three hours in the caves taking pictures. The wind was again gusty and inside the bluff the draught whistled through the squeezes so much that our enthusiasm for a mole's life greatly diminished. My happiest moment was watching Frank wriggle through the smallest squeeze, cold, bewhiskered, and very rude when I laughed.
+Our ridge landed us eventually on a slope which	swear was close on 50°. Our language down that slope has singed a line five feet high from the top to bottom through the foliage. There was no track - naturally - but there were tangled scrub, fallen trees, holes, loose stones, thorn bushes, and flies.
+At last we broke out onto a flat on a creek bed and we all said "Ahhhh!" We followed the creek for fifty yards, and said "Blank, blank, blank, blanks!"
+It turned out to be Ferny Flat Creek, full of heavy undergrowth and nettles, and every nasty sort of thing that grew, flew, and buzzed, so trimming three nettle stems for use as walking sticks we climbed out onto Hughes' ridge and, three hours after leaving Gingra, we hit the Kowmung. We camped at Orange Bluff.
+The Kowmung is a nice river. It took us four hours to get through the Canyon next day, and the rest of the day to reach Lannigan's Creek. Narry a soul we saw the whole way and we later learned that the miners had deserted the river for climes more pleasant - financially.
+Haye's shack appeared in quite good repair but Manning's looked worse than usual, while the famous dam again leaked slightly.
+A couple of hours' rock hopping along Lannigan's Creek on Friday morning brought us to Caves Creek, and after making camp and consuming some donkey sausage, figs ,and nuts, we spent two or three hours in the caves taking pictures. The wind was again gusty and inside the bluff the draught whistled through the squeezes so much that our enthusiasm for a mole's life greatly diminished. My happiest moment was watching Frank wriggle through the smallest squeeze, cold, bewhiskered, and very rude when I laughed.
 We were pleased to find that the bats are re-inhabiting the lower part of the galleries, from where they were abducted by scientists some moons ago.
 The track to Yerranderie via the swamp and the Tonalli River proved very thirsty and our water bottles were appreciated muchly; incidentally the swamp was actually wet.
 In the township we made straight for the store, which has changed hands, the Goldings having left, and two young? men now being in occupation.
 We were hungry - very hungry - but after 3 bottles of soft drinks, 2 cups of tea each, a pound of chocolate, a tin of salmon, a tin of jam, a can of tomatoes, 112 lb butter, and a loaf of bread, we felt a little better and also able to cope with the junior element which foregathered and proved to be, not half of Yerranderie's young citizens, but the small members of one family - and father's on the dole!
 We turned in early and next day, Frank and I climbed the Peak, and were rewarded with a superb view of the hills which enclose Yerranderie, and the fine white ribbon of road winding eastwards to the Burragorang Valley.
 This seems a most appropriate finish to the article, that is two young men gazing from a mountain peak with far seeing eyes over a vast expanse of rugged - country, with the light of conquest in their eyes and the satisfied feeling of a trip well done - but I dislike doing the appropriate thing so will continue to the bitter end.
-We climbed dawn and effected a late start in much heat, feeling fed up with our boots, and landed in at Wollondilly Bridge somewhere about sundown, hungry, tired, and slightly the worse for wear. Shaves were the order of the day, also baths, and next morning when our clothing had been washed and dried and MB appeared moderately respectable again we were driven into the Oaks by a gentleman with a car - or rather lorry, I should say - and our appropriate finish is now presented. The lorry was full of coal, and we three sat on top; the wind was keen and we were coaled all the way in, but the story of the "Three Beers" at the pub soon warmed us - and so the Sydney, and bed.
+We climbed down and effected a late start in much heat, feeling fed up with our boots, and landed in at Wollondilly Bridge somewhere about sundown, hungry, tired, and slightly the worse for wear. Shaves were the order of the day, also baths, and next morning when our clothing had been washed and dried and we appeared moderately respectable again we were driven into the Oaks by a gentleman with a car - or rather lorry, I should say - and our appropriate finish is now presented. The lorry was full of coal, and we three sat on top; the wind was keen and we were coaled all the way in, but the story of the "Three Beers" at the pub soon warmed us - and so the Sydney, and bed.
 Barney.
-====== EXPLORATION OF TUGLOW CAVES ======
+===== Exploration of Tuglow Caves =====
 A letter from Oliver Glanfield to Myles Dunphy
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-====== "ON THE WALLABY" ======
+===== "On the Wallaby" =====
+I came across the following lines in Henry Lawson, and thinking they expressed things rather well, I'm letting you have them.
-I came across the following lines in Henry Lawson, and thinking they expressed things rather wall, I'm letting you have them.
 Editor.
-"Though the way of the swagman is mostly uphill, There are joys to be found on the wallaby still
-When the day has gone by with its tramp or its toil, And your camp-fire you light, and your billy you boil, There is comfort and peace in the bowl of your clay Or the yarn of a mate who is tramping that way."
+"Though the way of the swagman is mostly uphill,\\
-(ggalgg:::Pg4Kg@ig@Wigig
+There are joys to be found on the wallaby still\\
+When the day has gone by with its tramp or its toil,\\
+And your camp-fire you light, and your billy you boil,\\
+There is comfort and peace in the bowl of your clay\\
+Or the yarn of a mate who is tramping that way."
 Believe it or not - there is one member of the S.B.W. who has never been to Eras
-====== SOCIAL NOTES. ======
+===== Social Notes. =====
+During October we had two very interesting lectures, one by Mr. W.L. Havard, B.Sc. on Jenolan Caves and the other by Miss Swan on a matter of historical interest. Mr Havard had some beautiful slides of the interior of most of the Caves at Jenolan. These were quite unique and most realistic. Miss Swan's talk about Mrs. Musgrove and her book was intensely interesting and amusing.
+In October, we also held the last of the Club Dances, as the weather is now rather hot for dancing.
+The 7th. Annual Concert was put forward a week and was held on the 13th. and 14th. of November. We think the idea of giving the concert on two nights in succession an admirable one from all points of view. There was a very fair attendance on the first night, and an excellent one on the second. The concert generally was the usual gratifying success. The consensus of opinion is that it is by far the best as yet put forward by the Bushwalkers. Some of the items would do credit to any professional body.
-During October we had two very interesting lectures, one by Mr. W.L. Havard, B.Sc. an Jenolan Caves and the other by Miss Swan on a matter of historical interest. Mr Havard had some beautiful slides of the interior of most of the Caves at Jenolan. These were quite unique and most realistic. Miss Swan's talk about Mrs. Musgrove and her book was intenaiy interesting and amusing.
-In October, we also held the last of the Club Dances,as the weather is now rather hot for dancing.
-The 7th. Annual Concert was put forward a week and was held on the 13th. and 14th. of November. We think the idea of giving the concert on two nights in succession an admirable one from all points of view. There was a very fair attendance on the first night, and an excellent one on the second. The concert generally was the usual gratifying success. The conoensus of opinion is that it is by far the best as yet put forward by the Bushwalkers. Some of the items would do credit to any professional body.
 Financially there should be a profit of round about 15. The father of one of our members, Miss Beryl Madgwick, paid a very gracious compliment to your Social Secretary, when he sent along about 50 Art copies of the programme as Souvenirs to be given by her to the Members of the Concert Party and assistants. I would like to take this opportunity of saying how much I appreciate this gracious act and also to say thank you.
-Mile on this subject I would like to thank all the Members of the Concert Party for their assistance, and also the House Manager, Ticker Seller and all those others who so ably guaranteed the success of our concert by their excellent work behind the scenes.
+While on this subject I would like to thank all the Members of the Concert Party for their assistance, and also the House Manager, Ticker Seller and all those others who so ably guaranteed the success of our concert by their excellent work behind the scenes.
 Once again on the 16th. November, we had the pleasure of listening to an evening's music presented to us by some Members of the Gilbert & Sullivan Society. The works of these two Masters are ever enjoyable and especially so when presented to us by some of their earnest students.
-One of our Club MembersoMiss D. Lawry,gave an intimate talk to the small attendance of Members an the 23rd. November. This was accompanied by slides mainly of the MacDonald River. All those present throughly enjoyed Miss Lawry's description of her trip in what is to most of us more or less unknown country.
-We wish to congratulate May and Paddy Pallin on the birth of their daughter,
+One of our Club Members Miss D. Lawry, gave an intimate talk to the small attendance of Members on the 23rd. November. This was accompanied by slides mainly of the MacDonald River. All those present thoroughly enjoyed Miss Lawry's description of her trip in what is to most of us more or less unknown country.
-on the 19th. October. May she always be able to say - "Isn't it fun being Jennifer':
+We wish to congratulate May and Paddy Pallin on the birth of their daughter, on the 19th. October. May she always be able to say - "Isn't it fun being Jennifer".
 On Friday 30th. November, Jock Marshall gave us a very interesting "talk" on the New Hebrides Natives.
-I would like to take this opportunity to wish all Club Members the Compliments of this Season allied to good walking and camping during their holidays. FOR TEE SOCIAL COMMITTEE
+I would like to take this opportunity to wish all Club Members the Compliments of this Season allied to good walking and camping during their holidays.
+FOR THE SOCIAL COMMITTEE
 Rene D. Browne, Hon. Social Secretary.