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 ===== "This all Sounds Like Kowmung to me" =====
-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 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.
-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,
+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.
-Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born
-In Stygian cave forlorn
+"Hence, loathed Melancholy,\\
-tMongst horrid shapes, and shreiks,and sights unholy!"
+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.