SBW Magazine & History Project

User Tools

Site Tools

Trace:
193603

Differences

This shows you the differences between two versions of the page.

Link to this comparison view

Both sides previous revisionPrevious revision
Next revision		Previous revision
Last revisionBoth sides next revision
193603 [2015/02/04 13:09] – Completed. Ready for another pair of eyes. elddawt193603 [2015/11/30 12:01] – [The Sydney Bushwalker] sbw
Line 10: Line 10:
 |  Miss Marie B. Byles (Acting Editor)  | |  Miss Marie B. Byles (Acting Editor)  |
 |  Miss Dinah Hearfield (Acting Sub-Editor)  | |  Miss Dinah Hearfield (Acting Sub-Editor)  |
-|  Miss Dorothy Lawry, Messrs Myles Dunphy, Graham Harrison Ian Malcolm and Jack Debert.  |+|  Miss Dorothy Lawry, Messrs Myles Dunphy, Graham Harrison, Ian Malcolm and Jack Debert.  |
  
 ===== Editorial ===== ===== Editorial =====
  
-We regret to announce the resignation of Miss Brenda White from the editorship of "The Sydney Bushwalker". Miss White has occupied the position of Business Editor since the seuond issue of the journal, Miss Marjorie Hill being the first Literary Editor. Then, when Miss Hill resigned from the literary editorship in August 1932, Miss White added the labours of Literary Editor to those she had already undertaken, and since that time it has been due to her unaided efforts that "The Sydney Bushwalker" has appeared every alternate month with faithful regularity. It is only those who have edited a similar journal who realize just what labour this entails, and how much they owe to Miss White; but every Bushwalker will join with us in offering her our thanks for what was, we fear, often a thankless task, and in hoping that she will see her way clear to resume the editorial duties after not too long a holiday.+We regret to announce the resignation of Miss Brenda White from the editorship of "The Sydney Bushwalker". Miss White has occupied the position of Business Editor since the second issue of the journal, Miss Marjorie Hill being the first Literary Editor. Then, when Miss Hill resigned from the literary editorship in August 1932, Miss White added the labours of Literary Editor to those she had already undertaken, and since that time it has been due to her unaided efforts that "The Sydney Bushwalker" has appeared every alternate month with faithful regularity. It is only those who have edited a similar journal who realize just what labour this entails, and how much they owe to Miss White; but every Bushwalker will join with us in offering her our thanks for what was, we fear, often a thankless task, and in hoping that she will see her way clear to resume the editorial duties after not too long a holiday.
  
 ===== Personal ===== ===== Personal =====
Line 36: Line 36:
 To our little band of die-hards, this news when related to us by Gordon, was received with cheers and much jubilation, as this climb had been down on our list for some time, to be performed on King's Birthday week-end. George Dibley bubbled with glee. "That's just 4000 calories Gordon has saved me," he cried. Similar un-bushwalkerlike remarks were passed and tradition was running a bad last. Who likes climbing hills anyway? - only mountaineers, I suppose. To our little band of die-hards, this news when related to us by Gordon, was received with cheers and much jubilation, as this climb had been down on our list for some time, to be performed on King's Birthday week-end. George Dibley bubbled with glee. "That's just 4000 calories Gordon has saved me," he cried. Similar un-bushwalkerlike remarks were passed and tradition was running a bad last. Who likes climbing hills anyway? - only mountaineers, I suppose.
  
-However, the militant section decided on a vote - and hail tradition! The ayes had it. We completed plans for the climb, collected valuable information from Gordon Smith, and all of the party arranged to start on the Friday night, May 31st., 1935. Charles Culberg threw in his lot with our venture, the party being Doug. Grosvenor and Arnold Barrett; prospectives Fred Somers a non-member, George Dibley, Chas. Rolfe and myself.+However, the militant section decided on a vote - and hail tradition! The ayes had it. We completed plans for the climb, collected valuable information from Gordon Smith, and all of the party arranged to start on the Friday night, May 31st., 1935. Charles Culberg threw in his lot with our venture, the party being Doug Grosvenor and Arnold Barrett; prospectives Fred Somers a non-member, George Dibley, Chas. Rolfe [Charles Rolfe] and myself.
  
 After supper at the All British, Katoomba, on the Friday evening, we slept on beds at "Dibs Rest" - a very commendable procedure. After supper at the All British, Katoomba, on the Friday evening, we slept on beds at "Dibs Rest" - a very commendable procedure.
  
-Saturday morning saw us away early, and soon we were passing down that never-ending show place of interest, Nellie's Glen. Our route to the Cox's River was via Euroka and Black Jerry's Ridge, and walking on the day in question was an inexplicable pleasure, it being fine and warm, although the air had a cool nip, especially at the top of Black Jerry's, when we encountered the full force of the high winds. Very soon we were on the Cox and decided to go on to Galong Creek before lunch. At Tin-Pot Creek the party came on a shepherd driving a small flock of sheep. The boys of course stopped and had the usual yarn about the rain, (or the lack of it), the River, and things in general. We accompanied him as far as Galong Creek, where he left us and went up the Creek track.+Saturday morning saw us away early, and soon we were passing down that never-ending show place of interest, Nellies Glen. Our route to the Coxs River was via Euroka and Black Jerrys Ridge, and walking on the day in question was an inexplicable pleasure, it being fine and warm, although the air had a cool nip, especially at the top of Black Jerrys, when we encountered the full force of the high winds. Very soon we were on the Coxs and decided to go on to Galong Creek before lunch. At Tinpot Creek the party came on a shepherd driving a small flock of sheep. The boys of course stopped and had the usual yarn about the rain, (or the lack of it), the River, and things in general. We accompanied him as far as Galong Creek, where he left us and went up the Creek track.
  
-After a halt at Galong Creek, during which time the party consumed a well- earned dinner, we pushed down the Cox again, and to all except George the country was new. A very interesting part of the Cox's River this and it was very much appreciated by the party.+After a halt at Galong Creek, during which time the party consumed a well-earned dinner, we pushed down the Coxs again, and to all except George the country was new. A very interesting part of the Coxs River this and it was very much appreciated by the party.
  
-Five o'clock, and we drifted on to the camp site at Breakfast Creek, after a short afternoon walk, and very soon the party was under canvas. Two 7x5 tents and two Q's (( ? )) made quite a fine array. After a hearty meal, during which the digestion was considerably aided by several dissertations by members of the party on their respective callings; on subjects such as Dunlop tyres, Commercial Gas, and the products of the A.I.& S., the whole crew retired.+Five o'clock, and we drifted on to the camp site at Breakfast Creek, after a short afternoon walk, and very soon the party was under canvas. Two 7x5 tents and two Q's made quite a fine array. After a hearty meal, during which the digestion was considerably aided by several dissertations by members of the party on their respective callings; on subjects such as Dunlop tyres, Commercial Gas, and the products of the A.I.& S., the whole crew retired.
  
 As the night grew old, the glass sank lower. It was very cold, and Arnold, for a first-nighter-in-a-Paddy-bag, was a sleepless failure. As the night grew old, the glass sank lower. It was very cold, and Arnold, for a first-nighter-in-a-Paddy-bag, was a sleepless failure.
Line 60: Line 60:
 Starting from the base camp at about 10-15 a.m., the party proceeded down  stream about 200 yards and forded the Cox. Continuing another 150 yards down the south bank, we came upon a recently broken camp site, with the embers of a fire still glowing. Fred and George presumed, correctly, that it was Don Wallace and John Lumsden's camp site. It was here that the climb to the saddle above commenced. The rough track goes up the course of a dry creek - for 200 or 250 feet - a very steep climb while it lasts. Starting from the base camp at about 10-15 a.m., the party proceeded down  stream about 200 yards and forded the Cox. Continuing another 150 yards down the south bank, we came upon a recently broken camp site, with the embers of a fire still glowing. Fred and George presumed, correctly, that it was Don Wallace and John Lumsden's camp site. It was here that the climb to the saddle above commenced. The rough track goes up the course of a dry creek - for 200 or 250 feet - a very steep climb while it lasts.
  
-Once on the crest of the saddle, an idea of the climb of the mountain is obtained. The long ridge that runs from the saddle rises in an easy grade, and for the most part the general direction, due south, is held without any severe turns. On the one hand there is a grand view of Harry's River Canyon and Mumbedah Creek, and on the other is the general vista, showing the Cox for some distance and the Blue Dog Range.+Once on the crest of the saddle, an idea of the climb of the mountain is obtained. The long ridge that runs from the saddle rises in an easy grade, and for the most part the general direction, due south, is held without any severe turns. On the one hand there is a grand view of Harry's River Canyon [Jenolan River] and Mumbedah Creek, and on the other is the general vista, showing the Coxs for some distance and the Blue Dog Range.
  
 The scope of the landscape under review widened as we climbed higher, and each "top" presented a view exceeding the magnificence of the previous one. The ridge was a veritable bridge from Nibelheim to Walhalla. One view that remained indelibly photographed in my mind was that of the Gorge of Harry's River. On the day in question, there was a delicate blue haze hanging over the valley; it seemed that one was gazing on a super-natural scene, so ethereal and unreal did the atmosphere appear. The scope of the landscape under review widened as we climbed higher, and each "top" presented a view exceeding the magnificence of the previous one. The ridge was a veritable bridge from Nibelheim to Walhalla. One view that remained indelibly photographed in my mind was that of the Gorge of Harry's River. On the day in question, there was a delicate blue haze hanging over the valley; it seemed that one was gazing on a super-natural scene, so ethereal and unreal did the atmosphere appear.
Line 70: Line 70:
 The party was a little blown after the final effort, so we rested and meanwhile ate a little.(N.B.). After having satisfied our physical needs we proceeded to pander to our aesthetic sense by surveying the extensive panoramas that lay at, below, and beyond our feet. The party was a little blown after the final effort, so we rested and meanwhile ate a little.(N.B.). After having satisfied our physical needs we proceeded to pander to our aesthetic sense by surveying the extensive panoramas that lay at, below, and beyond our feet.
  
-The Cox appeared as a fine, brown thread, turning and twisting in its erratic course; and was the centre of the vast piece of nature's handiwork. Goolara Peak, with its wretched bare sides, looked down on the scene, a sentinel guarding his end of the treasure house. Directly south-east of Goolara was the fine Blue Dog Shelf, extending from Breakfast Creek right up to the guards of the other door, Warrigal and Dingo. These two Giants stand out very prominently, aggressive to intruders into their wonderful domain which they guard so craftily. Between the Brindle Dog and the Blue Dog Ranges could be seen Merrigal Creek cutting the hills like a knife - a short gentleman; but steep and ever so impressive.+The Cox appeared as a fine, brown thread, turning and twisting in its erratic course; and was the centre of the vast piece of nature's handiwork. Goolara Peak, with its wretched bare sides, looked down on the scene, a sentinel guarding his end of the treasure house. Directly south-east of Goolara was the fine Blue Dog Shelf, extending from Breakfast Creek right up to the guards of the other door, Warrigal [Mt Warrigal] and Dingo [Mt Dingo]. These two Giants stand out very prominently, aggressive to intruders into their wonderful domain which they guard so craftily. Between the Brindle Dog and the Blue Dog Ranges could be seen Merrigal Creek cutting the hills like a knife - a short gentleman; but steep and ever so impressive.
  
-Round farther to the south, we saw the mighty Gangerang, and then that Mecca, Kanangara. The aspect from our angle was new, and great interest was centred on the walls, which were practically due south. Farther round still, but much closer, were Guouogang and Queahgong. It might be added in passing that if one has, say 1½ (( 1.5 )) hours to spare on arrival at Mt. Jenolan, Queahgong could be quite easily bagged. Unfortunately, we were not able to spare the time because of the late start.+Round farther to the south, we saw the mighty Gangerang, and then that Mecca, Kanangra. The aspect from our angle was new, and great interest was centred on the walls, which were practically due south. Farther round still, but much closer, were Guouogang and Queahgong. It might be added in passing that if one has, say 1½ (( 1.5 )) hours to spare on arrival at Mt Jenolan, Queahgong could be quite easily bagged. Unfortunately, we were not able to spare the time because of the late start.
  
-Photographs were secured, Fred being particularly active. He had a quick- loading camera and mapped some ten shots in almost as many seconds.+Photographs were secured, Fred being particularly active. He had a quick-loading camera and mapped some ten shots in almost as many seconds.
  
 The local foliage is not conducive to the acquisition of good photographs, as uninterrupted views from the top are few. When the compass was produced to take a few bearings, we discovered that nobody carried either paper or pencil. We had despaired of leaving any record of our trip, when George espied the burnt stump of a tree, from which he secured a piece of charcoal and with this improvised pencil he recorded the facts of the climb on the reverse side of a piece of paper, which Gordon Smith had used - crude but effective. The local foliage is not conducive to the acquisition of good photographs, as uninterrupted views from the top are few. When the compass was produced to take a few bearings, we discovered that nobody carried either paper or pencil. We had despaired of leaving any record of our trip, when George espied the burnt stump of a tree, from which he secured a piece of charcoal and with this improvised pencil he recorded the facts of the climb on the reverse side of a piece of paper, which Gordon Smith had used - crude but effective.
  
-Mt. Heartbreaker is about 100 feet below Mt. Jenolan, some 200 yards distant, and the party decided to push on and surmount it. The Jenolan and Heartbreaker Ridges seem to converge at Mt. Jenolan, and what is accepted as the "summit" of the Heartbreaker is really another step, if carried to its obvious conclusion, to Mt. Jenolan. The fall of Mt. Heartbreaker is much shorter and steeper than Mt. Jenolan, and aptly named, the position being aggravated by three "pimples" - rocky crags, very steep and exposed. An idea of its steepness may be gathered from the fact that Mt. Jenolan falls to the Cox in 5 miles, whereas Mt. Heartbreaker drops in just 2½ (( 2.5 )), both being approximately 4000 feet in height.+Mt Heartbreaker is about 100 feet below Mt Jenolan, some 200 yards distant, and the party decided to push on and surmount it. The Jenolan and Heartbreaker Ridges seem to converge at Mt Jenolan, and what is accepted as the "summit" of the Heartbreaker is really another step, if carried to its obvious conclusion, to Mt Jenolan. The fall of Mt Heartbreaker is much shorter and steeper than Mt Jenolan, and aptly named, the position being aggravated by three "pimples" - rocky crags, very steep and exposed. An idea of its steepness may be gathered from the fact that Mt Jenolan falls to the Cox in 5 miles, whereas Mt Heartbreaker drops in just 2½ (( 2.5 )), both being approximately 4000 feet in height.
  
 The outward view from Mt. Heartbreaker is not so interrupted by saplings and in this respect only, is it better than Mt. Jenolan. The angle of vision is not as great as the south-west, and much of the west is obscured by Mt. Jenolan's ridge and summit. The outward view from Mt. Heartbreaker is not so interrupted by saplings and in this respect only, is it better than Mt. Jenolan. The angle of vision is not as great as the south-west, and much of the west is obscured by Mt. Jenolan's ridge and summit.
Line 84: Line 84:
 An interesting fact is that from Mt Heartbreaker we were able to see though more specks, the tents in our camp, over 4 miles away as the crow flies. After more photographs the party pushed onward and downward. An interesting fact is that from Mt Heartbreaker we were able to see though more specks, the tents in our camp, over 4 miles away as the crow flies. After more photographs the party pushed onward and downward.
  
-Each "pimple" on the way down had to be scaled, as it was impossible to edge around the sides, and as we were coming down from one of these crags, Doug. had a bad fall, which shook him up considerably. Footing was very uncertain, and in desperation, Fred and Arnold decided to go down the side of the ridge. The side it might be said is a slope of some 50° (( 50 degrees  )). They certainly got to the bottom - and in double quick time - Newton saw to that. The remainder of the party fought to the bitter end, as it were, and picked up a few cattle tracks, which were all over the ridge from the river up to the 500 or 750 foot mark; quite high for cattle considering the steepness with which they, too, have to contend.+Each "pimple" on the way down had to be scaled, as it was impossible to edge around the sides, and as we were coming down from one of these crags, Doug had a bad fall, which shook him up considerably. Footing was very uncertain, and in desperation, Fred and Arnold decided to go down the side of the ridge. The side it might be said is a slope of some 50° (( 50 degrees  )). They certainly got to the bottom - and in double quick time - Newton saw to that. The remainder of the party fought to the bitter end, as it were, and picked up a few cattle tracks, which were all over the ridge from the river up to the 500 or 750 foot mark; quite high for cattle considering the steepness with which they, too, have to contend.
  
 We came down rather abruptly at the end, and almost fell into the Cox, arriving at about 3-50 p.m. We came down rather abruptly at the end, and almost fell into the Cox, arriving at about 3-50 p.m.
Line 98: Line 98:
 Personally, on principle, I am all against leaving memories lying about the countryside - spoil the natural scenery and all that - selfish, too. Just think of some tired walker, having pitched his tent in a memory-littered area, being rudely awakened in the dead of night by a stray memory, wafting under the tent flap into his hard-earned slumbers. Personally, on principle, I am all against leaving memories lying about the countryside - spoil the natural scenery and all that - selfish, too. Just think of some tired walker, having pitched his tent in a memory-littered area, being rudely awakened in the dead of night by a stray memory, wafting under the tent flap into his hard-earned slumbers.
  
-After a delightful amble up the Creek, we breasted the hill at the top of Carlon's Creek at 11-45 and bore down on Green Gully with all haste. As we drew near, I noticed two small blue figures frolicking on the grass of Carlon's homestead. They were none other than the Roots' "Imps."+After a delightful amble up the Creek, we breasted the hill at the top of Carlon Creek at 11-45 and bore down on Green Gully with all haste. As we drew near, I noticed two small blue figures frolicking on the grass of Carlon's homestead. They were none other than the Roots' "Imps."
  
 They, too, had noticed us, and as I walked on watching them closely, they were discussing intruders. The dialogue, as far as I could make out was as follows:- They, too, had noticed us, and as I walked on watching them closely, they were discussing intruders. The dialogue, as far as I could make out was as follows:-
Line 104: Line 104:
 ** Imp 1 **: "Oh! look David, there are some walkers coming down the Hill." (Womem are always saying obvious things). ** Imp 1 **: "Oh! look David, there are some walkers coming down the Hill." (Womem are always saying obvious things).
  
-** Imp 11 **: "Yes, Cis." said David, quite unconcerned. He was at attention, his right hand shading his eyes from the hot moonday (( [sic] )) sun. He had noticed something of interest in the party.+** Imp 11 **: "Yes, Cis." said David, quite unconcerned. He was at attention, his right hand shading his eyes from the hot noonday sun. He had noticed something of interest in the party.
  
 "I think they are some of Dad's friends", he said, simply, after having gazed so for a few moments. "I think they are some of Dad's friends", he said, simply, after having gazed so for a few moments.
Line 120: Line 120:
 After much palaver, we pushed over to the Gully, where we found the Roots-Pryde combination in occupation, complete with effects; - "Peter the Page" and others. After much palaver, we pushed over to the Gully, where we found the Roots-Pryde combination in occupation, complete with effects; - "Peter the Page" and others.
  
-After making nuisances of ourselves and generously(?) unburdening packs of dead weight in the form of a few turnips and parsnips we corrected watches by Charlie's timepiece and were away again at 12-50 p.m. (By the way, if ever anybody wants to pick a row when Chas. Pryde is about just induce that anybody to tell Chas. that the time as indicated by his watch is incorrect.)+After making nuisances of ourselves and generously(?) unburdening packs of dead weight in the form of a few turnips and parsnips we corrected watches by Charlie's timepiece and were away again at 12-50 p.m. (By the way, if ever anybody wants to pick a row when Chas. Pryde [Charles Pryde] is about just induce that anybody to tell Chas. that the time as indicated by his watch is incorrect.)
  
-We dined with the ants at Mitchell's Creek, stopping 50 mins. After a very hectic rush up the Glen, pausing only for a fizz drink, we blew in, as is related in the Classics, at Dibs Rest at 5-15.+We dined with the ants at Mitchells Creek, stopping 50 mins. After a very hectic rush up the Glen, pausing only for a fizz drink, we blew in, as is related in the Classics, at Dibs Rest at 5-15.
  
 The party washed and generally cleaned up and after another rush, caught the 5-44 train home, after a very interesting and enjoyable three days in the company of good fellows and beautiful mountains. The party washed and generally cleaned up and after another rush, caught the 5-44 train home, after a very interesting and enjoyable three days in the company of good fellows and beautiful mountains.
Line 131: Line 131:
  
 The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,\\  The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,\\ 
-Curtained with star-invoven (( handwritten correction: "w" ie "inwoven")) tapestries,\\ +Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,\\ 
 From the broad moonlight of the sky,\\  From the broad moonlight of the sky,\\ 
 Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,\\  Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,\\ 
Line 150: Line 150:
 Very soon after alighting from the lorry I had a fire going, while most of the people assisted in bringing in wood. Everybody seemed tired and wasted no time in making beds and settling down for the night. Very soon after alighting from the lorry I had a fire going, while most of the people assisted in bringing in wood. Everybody seemed tired and wasted no time in making beds and settling down for the night.
  
-We had almost succeeded in getting everybody to sleep when the Duncans and Austens arrived by car and created such a disturbance that they wakened the whole of the camp. Jean went round to each member and wished him or her good-night and good-morning in practically the same breath. The new arrivals were not long in getting to bed; but uncomplimentary remarks were hurled at them, before they turned in. When everyone was quiet Maurie suggested a walk to the look-out and I readily agreed. It was then 3-30 a.m. and coolish away from the fire. Although there was no moon, the outlines of the mighty gorge of the Shoalhaven River could be discerned. Gazing upon the view we heard the hooting of owls and the merry twitter of willie wagtails. After a few minutes, our eyes, becoming accustomed to the darkness, could clearly pick out patches of the river, 1800 feet below, and I was keenly anticipating the view we must see in the day light. We returned to the camp fire and had a peaceful sleep until 5-40, when Maurie, Edgar and myself paid another visit to the lookout and were thrilled with the magnificant view. The usual morning chorus of the birds was delightful. We could pick out the clear metallic sound of the bellbird; the voices of the lyre bird, the owl, an occasional butcher bird, and the kookaburra; not to mention the numerous other birds with whose calls I was not familiar. Maurie, who had previously visited this spot, pointed out the various land marks, and we were amazed at the possibility of there being a track down so steep a mountain.+We had almost succeeded in getting everybody to sleep when the Duncans [Frank Duncan, Anice Duncan] and Austens [Ernie Austen, Jean Austen] arrived by car and created such a disturbance that they wakened the whole of the camp. Jean went round to each member and wished him or her good-night and good-morning in practically the same breath. The new arrivals were not long in getting to bed; but uncomplimentary remarks were hurled at them, before they turned in. When everyone was quiet Maurie suggested a walk to the look-out and I readily agreed. It was then 3-30 a.m. and coolish away from the fire. Although there was no moon, the outlines of the mighty gorge of the Shoalhaven River could be discerned. Gazing upon the view we heard the hooting of owls and the merry twitter of willie wagtails. After a few minutes, our eyes, becoming accustomed to the darkness, could clearly pick out patches of the river, 1800 feet below, and I was keenly anticipating the view we must see in the day light. We returned to the camp fire and had a peaceful sleep until 5-40, when Maurie, Edgar and myself paid another visit to the lookout and were thrilled with the magnificent view. The usual morning chorus of the birds was delightful. We could pick out the clear metallic sound of the bellbird; the voices of the lyre bird, the owl, an occasional butcher bird, and the kookaburra; not to mention the numerous other birds with whose calls I was not familiar. Maurie, who had previously visited this spot, pointed out the various land marks, and we were amazed at the possibility of there being a track down so steep a mountain.
  
-We went back to the camp, wakened the crowd and took them to the lookout to gaze down on our prospective camp. After admiring the extensive view we returned to the track and made down for the river. It was very steep going, and the small loose stones caused frequent slipping; but the bottom was reached without any mishap. Marge, Brenda and I hit up a good pace going down hill, and arriving at the river, we found Ernie at a good camp site. Within a few minutes I had a cooking firem (( [sic] )) and when Maurie arrived he informed us that we were not on the right camp spot; but as my breakfast was half cooked I decided to stay until the meal was over. Frances was somewhat knocked up and did not eat much breakfast. This was no doubt owing to the heat and also to the fact that she had not eaten before setting out.+We went back to the camp, wakened the crowd and took them to the lookout to gaze down on our prospective camp. After admiring the extensive view we returned to the track and made down for the river. It was very steep going, and the small loose stones caused frequent slipping; but the bottom was reached without any mishap. Marge [Marjorie Hill] , Brenda [Brenda White] and I hit up a good pace going down hill, and arriving at the river, we found Ernie at a good camp site. Within a few minutes I had a cooking fire and when Maurie arrived he informed us that we were not on the right camp spot; but as my breakfast was half cooked I decided to stay until the meal was over. Frances was somewhat knocked up and did not eat much breakfast. This was no doubt owing to the heat and also to the fact that she had not eaten before setting out.
  
-With breakfast over, we joined the others some few hundred yards downstream at a fair camp site, and when I had erected my tent, and the others had washed up, we went for a walk downstream, leaving the camp to look after itself. The walking was fairly rough; we were plodding through sand, rock hopping, or walking on pebbles, otherwise known as Wollondilly boulders. About noon a halt was made at Tallowal Gully where most of the members thoroughly enjoyed a swim in a large pool, and much amusement was created by lying in the rapids. There is a remarkably fine massaging effect to be obtained from lying in such places, and I wonder how really beneficial it may be. After the swim we lay in the shade and had a light lunch, (a light lunch for Bush Walkers, as on account of weight saving - most members take only a little food with them). In the afternoon a few of the more energetic individuals set out to explore Tallowal Gully to find the secluded waterfalls that Mr. Rumsey had told us about. We "loafers" stayed behind and argued, "chivalry" being the main topic.+With breakfast over, we joined the others some few hundred yards downstream at a fair camp site, and when I had erected my tent, and the others had washed up, we went for a walk downstream, leaving the camp to look after itself. The walking was fairly rough; we were plodding through sand, rock hopping, or walking on pebbles, otherwise known as Wollondilly boulders. About noon a halt was made at Tallowal Gully [Tallowal Creek] where most of the members thoroughly enjoyed a swim in a large pool, and much amusement was created by lying in the rapids. There is a remarkably fine massaging effect to be obtained from lying in such places, and I wonder how really beneficial it may be. After the swim we lay in the shade and had a light lunch, (a light lunch for Bush Walkers, as on account of weight saving - most members take only a little food with them). In the afternoon a few of the more energetic individuals set out to explore Tallowal Gully to find the secluded waterfalls that Mr. Rumsey had told us about. We "loafers" stayed behind and argued, "chivalry" being the main topic.
  
 On the return of the others, some of whom had lyre bird feathers, we set out for our camp, arriving there about 5-30. During our absence a goanna had invaded Maurie's tent and helped himself to the condensed milk! A big campfire was made; but Harold, Win and I watched Frances do some fishing. Her efforts brought no results, so we all joined the throng around the fire, where Jean was amusing the new members immensely with her antics and versatile manners. Ernie's songs were much appreciated, and Brenda recited "The man from Snowy River." Harold gave "Abdul," and Frank was called upon for his parody. At about 10 o'clock singing ceased and discussions were entered into, "chivalry" again being the main topic. During the discussion, Maurie arrived with Plimmer, Alf Gallagher and his friend, and the party was complete. The discussion went on until mid-night, by which time most of the members had either retired to their tents or turned in round the fire. On the return of the others, some of whom had lyre bird feathers, we set out for our camp, arriving there about 5-30. During our absence a goanna had invaded Maurie's tent and helped himself to the condensed milk! A big campfire was made; but Harold, Win and I watched Frances do some fishing. Her efforts brought no results, so we all joined the throng around the fire, where Jean was amusing the new members immensely with her antics and versatile manners. Ernie's songs were much appreciated, and Brenda recited "The man from Snowy River." Harold gave "Abdul," and Frank was called upon for his parody. At about 10 o'clock singing ceased and discussions were entered into, "chivalry" again being the main topic. During the discussion, Maurie arrived with Plimmer, Alf Gallagher and his friend, and the party was complete. The discussion went on until mid-night, by which time most of the members had either retired to their tents or turned in round the fire.
  
-Awaking at about 5 a.m., I suggested to Marge and Plimmer that we make an assault upon the highest cliff directly opposite our camp, in which they enthusiastically joined, and we set off. Crossing the stream at Badgery's Crossing, we went up a steep spur, and Marge, having resided in the district for some time, knew the river well and insisted that this was the spur used by a settler, who came over to Tallong twice a week for his mail. Plimmer and I thought it was too steep for any horse; but we carried on our objective the top of the hill. The going, owing to the steepness and loose stones, was particularly heavy, and we had frequent rests. Within 200 feet of the top we were confronted by a sheer 200 feet cliff, so we had to do a little rock climbing. Marge carried on remarkably well, and we all thoroughly enjoyed the effort.+Awaking at about 5 a.m., I suggested to Marge and Plimmer that we make an assault upon the highest cliff directly opposite our camp[Tumbledown Point?], in which they enthusiastically joined, and we set off. Crossing the stream at Badgerys Crossing, we went up a steep spur, and Marge, having resided in the district for some time, knew the river well and insisted that this was the spur used by a settler, who came over to Tallong twice a week for his mail. Plimmer and I thought it was too steep for any horse; but we carried on our objective the top of the hill. The going, owing to the steepness and loose stones, was particularly heavy, and we had frequent rests. Within 200 feet of the top we were confronted by a sheer 200 feet cliff, so we had to do a little rock climbing. Marge carried on remarkably well, and we all thoroughly enjoyed the effort.
  
 The view from the top was delightful, it being far more extensive than that from the lookout. Rumsey's clearing stood out well against the heavily timbered country, and our camps looked exactly like miniature dolls' houses, with little specks moving to and from the river. We coo-eed to the members below and were answered. Though opposed to the practice of rolling stones, we threw over a few big boulders to see whether they would roll into the river; but even in view of the steepness of the hill, they did not do so. Throughout the morning the continuous hooting of an owl annoyed Plimmer, who frequently hurled abuse at the unseen bird, and Marge volunteered the suggestion that it was probably still night in the owl's location. The view from the top was delightful, it being far more extensive than that from the lookout. Rumsey's clearing stood out well against the heavily timbered country, and our camps looked exactly like miniature dolls' houses, with little specks moving to and from the river. We coo-eed to the members below and were answered. Though opposed to the practice of rolling stones, we threw over a few big boulders to see whether they would roll into the river; but even in view of the steepness of the hill, they did not do so. Throughout the morning the continuous hooting of an owl annoyed Plimmer, who frequently hurled abuse at the unseen bird, and Marge volunteered the suggestion that it was probably still night in the owl's location.
  
-We walked for some distance on the edge of the plateau, taking particular notice of the surrounding country, and notwithstanding Marge's insistence that the spur we climbed was correct, we decided to look for the real track. After going in a westerly direction we found the track bearing recent hoof-marks of a horse. We descended in a Chinaman's jog-trot and kept it up until we reached the river. It certainly was a very quick manner of gaining the water. Plimmer and I decided to call the hill Marge Hill; but stressed to Marge that it was not in her honour. (xx.) (( See note five paragraphs further on. ))+We walked for some distance on the edge of the plateau, taking particular notice of the surrounding country, and notwithstanding Marge's insistence that the spur we climbed was correct, we decided to look for the real track. After going in a westerly direction we found the track bearing recent hoof-marks of a horse. We descended in a Chinaman's jog-trot and kept it up until we reached the river. It certainly was a very quick manner of gaining the water. Plimmer and I decided to call the hill Marge Hill; but stressed to Marge that it was not in her honour.  [These libellous remarks are only allowed because everyone knows that Marge Hill is a particularly good bushwoman whose reputation cannot be injured. Ed.]
  
 On arrival at the camp, we found that the various parties had our breakfast ready and immediately afterwards Plimmer and I had a swim. It was arranged to proceed upstream to Bungonia Cave; but the Duncans and Austens, together with Frances, decided to have a lazy day round the camp. The other members made art early start. Some time after Plimmer and I set out; and overtook them at a very rocky cliff which gave no opportunity of passing without climbing some few hundred feet. After climbing some distance, and not liking the idea of proceeding higher, I decided to work my way along the face of the cliff. Many loose stones went with me and I was not too happy on numerous occasions. However, my short cut gave me the opportunity of a swim before the others arrived, and being hot after the climb down, I dived in the water complete with clothes; but as the party was some time coming along, I changed into costume and had another swim. Walking on for some distance, I came across a beautiful sandy spit, from which I decided would be an enjoyable place for the others to swim. They readily joined in upon their arrival. It was some time before Maurie put in an appearance, because Hilda, having got into the shelf of the rocky cliff, could neither proceed nor return, and had to receive his assistance. Most of us were loth to leave this good swimming spot; but Maurie was anxious to see the caves. Just before halting for lunch Harold killed and skinned two brown water snakes. On arrival at the camp, we found that the various parties had our breakfast ready and immediately afterwards Plimmer and I had a swim. It was arranged to proceed upstream to Bungonia Cave; but the Duncans and Austens, together with Frances, decided to have a lazy day round the camp. The other members made art early start. Some time after Plimmer and I set out; and overtook them at a very rocky cliff which gave no opportunity of passing without climbing some few hundred feet. After climbing some distance, and not liking the idea of proceeding higher, I decided to work my way along the face of the cliff. Many loose stones went with me and I was not too happy on numerous occasions. However, my short cut gave me the opportunity of a swim before the others arrived, and being hot after the climb down, I dived in the water complete with clothes; but as the party was some time coming along, I changed into costume and had another swim. Walking on for some distance, I came across a beautiful sandy spit, from which I decided would be an enjoyable place for the others to swim. They readily joined in upon their arrival. It was some time before Maurie put in an appearance, because Hilda, having got into the shelf of the rocky cliff, could neither proceed nor return, and had to receive his assistance. Most of us were loth to leave this good swimming spot; but Maurie was anxious to see the caves. Just before halting for lunch Harold killed and skinned two brown water snakes.
  
-It became almost unbearably hot approaching noon and after going some distance beyond Attawa Creek we halted for lunch; afterwards spending a long time swimming and sun baking; but owing to the height of the cliff we were soon without sunlight, so we moved downstream until we found a position from which the sun would not be obscured for some time. More swimming was enjoyed and at about 4-30 we proceeded back to the camp.+It became almost unbearably hot approaching noon and after going some distance beyond Ottawa Creek we halted for lunch; afterwards spending a long time swimming and sun baking; but owing to the height of the cliff we were soon without sunlight, so we moved downstream until we found a position from which the sun would not be obscured for some time. More swimming was enjoyed and at about 4-30 we proceeded back to the camp.
  
 Tom and I came across a canoe that had been roughly made from some cedar, and after launching it, we had an exciting five minutes before it sank under the excessive weight of our two selves. A further attempt was made, in which Tom paddled the canoe on his own downstream for some distance. I thought walking infinitely quicker, and making a good pace, arrived in camp considerably before the others. During our absence the five stay-at-homes had had an enjoyable time. They caught two brown snakes, and had their tent and food raided by a goanna. It seemed strange that the only tent raided was that of the people staying in camp. Who said goannas had no brains? Tom and I came across a canoe that had been roughly made from some cedar, and after launching it, we had an exciting five minutes before it sank under the excessive weight of our two selves. A further attempt was made, in which Tom paddled the canoe on his own downstream for some distance. I thought walking infinitely quicker, and making a good pace, arrived in camp considerably before the others. During our absence the five stay-at-homes had had an enjoyable time. They caught two brown snakes, and had their tent and food raided by a goanna. It seemed strange that the only tent raided was that of the people staying in camp. Who said goannas had no brains?
  
-The camp fire was very successful and many discussions were entered upon. Talking went on until the very early hours of morning, and not feeling particularly tired, I paraded round the camp fire until 12-45. Going to the river for a drink I decided to pretend I was swimming and threw in a large stone, accompanying the splash with shrieks about cold water. Some disbeliever flashed a torch in my direction to prove I was not in the water, and remarks were then hurled at me that I was not game to go in at that hour; +The camp fire was very successful and many discussions were entered upon. Talking went on until the very early hours of morning, and not feeling particularly tired, I paraded round the camp fire until 12-45. Going to the river for a drink I decided to pretend I was swimming and threw in a large stone, accompanying the splash with shrieks about cold water. Some disbeliever flashed a torch in my direction to prove I was not in the water, and remarks were then hurled at me that I was not game to go in at that hour; so within two minutes I was having a perfectly delightful swim. Returning to the fire I caused the others some more annoyance before turning into bed.
- +
-|(xx.) (( From five paragraphs earlier. )) These libellous remarks are only allowed because everyone knows that Marge Hill is a partlaularly good bushwoman whose reputation cannot be injured. Ed.| +
- +
-so within two minutes I was having a perfectly delightful swim. Returning to the fire I caused the others some more annoyance before turning into bed.+
  
 The bird chorus in the early dawn was again delightful and after lying awake listening to it, I went for a swim at 5-30, before making tea for those sleeping out round the fire. After breakfast some of the more energetic ones played games, and a football match between the Duncans and Austens v Marge, Fanny, Plimmer and myself, proved very strenuous, resulting in the last named winning by 4 to nil. Later the Duncans had a cockfight with Jean and me. The Duncans had earned much popularity by defeating Jean and Ernie, much to Jean's disgust, who said: "You're the only horse, Jack." To the spectators the fight was the old cry of meateaters v. vegetarians. Need we say the meateaters won? A word of praise must be given though to our worthy opponents, who, having been well advised by Jean and me, were now becoming experts at the game. Jean is absolutely marvellous, and provided her horse can keep its legs, she will stay on regardless of position or attitude. Nevertheless the day is arriving when the Duncans must defeat us. As Jean remarked, it is strange that, "only the old married fogies," (excluding the writer, of course) "are game enough to tackle this fool's play." The bird chorus in the early dawn was again delightful and after lying awake listening to it, I went for a swim at 5-30, before making tea for those sleeping out round the fire. After breakfast some of the more energetic ones played games, and a football match between the Duncans and Austens v Marge, Fanny, Plimmer and myself, proved very strenuous, resulting in the last named winning by 4 to nil. Later the Duncans had a cockfight with Jean and me. The Duncans had earned much popularity by defeating Jean and Ernie, much to Jean's disgust, who said: "You're the only horse, Jack." To the spectators the fight was the old cry of meateaters v. vegetarians. Need we say the meateaters won? A word of praise must be given though to our worthy opponents, who, having been well advised by Jean and me, were now becoming experts at the game. Jean is absolutely marvellous, and provided her horse can keep its legs, she will stay on regardless of position or attitude. Nevertheless the day is arriving when the Duncans must defeat us. As Jean remarked, it is strange that, "only the old married fogies," (excluding the writer, of course) "are game enough to tackle this fool's play."
Line 180: Line 176:
 After two glorious days, Monday turned out to be a cow of a day, with hot westerly winds blowing sand all over the camp site and into food, generally making things unpleasant. Relief was found in the water, so we had a swimming race down the rapids; but just before commencing the race Ernie announced that a snake was swimming downstream, and four of us stood with large stones waiting for it to pass. The snake saw us however, and made a determined effort to swim against the current; but try as he might he was not able to progress upstream, and it was somewhat pathetic to see his valiant attempt. Then Frank broke its back with a piece of bark, making the fifth snake for the trip. After two glorious days, Monday turned out to be a cow of a day, with hot westerly winds blowing sand all over the camp site and into food, generally making things unpleasant. Relief was found in the water, so we had a swimming race down the rapids; but just before commencing the race Ernie announced that a snake was swimming downstream, and four of us stood with large stones waiting for it to pass. The snake saw us however, and made a determined effort to swim against the current; but try as he might he was not able to progress upstream, and it was somewhat pathetic to see his valiant attempt. Then Frank broke its back with a piece of bark, making the fifth snake for the trip.
  
-There was a certain sadness about having to pack up and leave a spot that had helped make the trip so enjoyable, and the thought of the long drag up the hill did not alleviate that sadness. Leaving the site almost last of all, I quickly got into a nice, lazy stride, and without any rest, arrived at the top first. Not wishing to deprive anyone who perhaps had a competitive spirit, of the right of arriving at the top before someone else, I sat down for about seven minutes and awaited the arrival of Maurie, Rene and Marge; and so we walked a hundred yards together, arriving at the top as a party. I am quite satisfied that there is an efficient and economical walking speed for each individual, and should any member go slower than that speed he is tiring himself. On the other hand, should he attempt to go faster he is straining himself. It is advisable for each member to find out what is his most economical speed, and regardless of everyone else, keep to that pace. Many members find the desire to halt, whereas ithers (( [sic] )) find it infinitely better to keep on until the objective is reached, I favour the latter.+There was a certain sadness about having to pack up and leave a spot that had helped make the trip so enjoyable, and the thought of the long drag up the hill did not alleviate that sadness. Leaving the site almost last of all, I quickly got into a nice, lazy stride, and without any rest, arrived at the top first. Not wishing to deprive anyone who perhaps had a competitive spirit, of the right of arriving at the top before someone else, I sat down for about seven minutes and awaited the arrival of Maurie, Rene and Marge; and so we walked a hundred yards together, arriving at the top as a party. I am quite satisfied that there is an efficient and economical walking speed for each individual, and should any member go slower than that speed he is tiring himself. On the other hand, should he attempt to go faster he is straining himself. It is advisable for each member to find out what is his most economical speed, and regardless of everyone else, keep to that pace. Many members find the desire to halt, whereas others find it infinitely better to keep on until the objective is reached, I favour the latter.
  
 When the balance of the party arrived at the top we went over to the Willows, a very refreshing spot with green fields, a shady creek with watercress and mint and lovely willows. Lunch was a delightful affair, though somewhat hurried. When the balance of the party arrived at the top we went over to the Willows, a very refreshing spot with green fields, a shady creek with watercress and mint and lovely willows. Lunch was a delightful affair, though somewhat hurried.
Line 234: Line 230:
 This is the tale of Adeline, the faithful; my father, mother and myself, and our trip to Brisbane. This is the tale of Adeline, the faithful; my father, mother and myself, and our trip to Brisbane.
  
-To introduce Adeline to those who have not the privelege of her acquantance (( [sic] )): Age - uncertain, Character - tempermental. H.P. - 7, Occupation - Part-time painter's truck, Part-time family limousine.+To introduce Adeline to those who have not the privilege of her acquaintance: Age - uncertain, Character - temperamental. H.P. - 7, Occupation - Part-time painter's truck, Part-time family limousine.
  
 Well, we went on Monday, 6th. January, to Peat's Ferry across to Gosford, thence to Minmi, where we stayed the night. So far the adventure had not really started as this was the 27th. time Adeline had traversed this route. Well, we went on Monday, 6th. January, to Peat's Ferry across to Gosford, thence to Minmi, where we stayed the night. So far the adventure had not really started as this was the 27th. time Adeline had traversed this route.
Line 242: Line 238:
 The next point of interest is Lake Macquarie, the first view of which is from the turn-off to Catherine Hill Bay, seen on the right. The next point of interest is Lake Macquarie, the first view of which is from the turn-off to Catherine Hill Bay, seen on the right.
  
-We reached the lake just as the sun was setting. The water was pink, gold and purply-blue, and the shadows of the hills on the western side were reflected as if in glass. The clouds were multi-colored.+We reached the lake just as the sun was setting. The water was pink, gold and purply-blue, and the shadows of the hills on the western side were reflected as if in glass. The clouds were multi-coloured.
  
-It is strange that so little is known in Sydney of this Lake. It is an enormous stretch of water with beautiful little bays and beaches, - some sandy, some pebbly - that have all the colors of the rainbow in them, and on the western side the hills seem to rise sheer from the water.+It is strange that so little is known in Sydney of this Lake. It is an enormous stretch of water with beautiful little bays and beaches, - some sandy, some pebbly - that have all the colours of the rainbow in them, and on the western side the hills seem to rise sheer from the water.
  
 Minmi is a dead mining town, the pits having been closed for years, and the population is now 400 or 500 as compared with 10,000 to 12,000 in the early mining days of the district. Minmi is a dead mining town, the pits having been closed for years, and the population is now 400 or 500 as compared with 10,000 to 12,000 in the early mining days of the district.
Line 260: Line 256:
 Next morning found us early on our way to Port Macquarie. The country between Paterson and Dungog the next town is hilly and green, and the road winds through the valley and over the hills until we see Dungog stretched out before us in the Williams River Valley. Barrington Tops can be seen from here. Rain had fallen the night before, and mists were rising from the mountains making a sight worth travelling blindfolded to see. I took some photos of the Williams; but I have misgivings as all from there to Brisbane were taken in dull weather. Next morning found us early on our way to Port Macquarie. The country between Paterson and Dungog the next town is hilly and green, and the road winds through the valley and over the hills until we see Dungog stretched out before us in the Williams River Valley. Barrington Tops can be seen from here. Rain had fallen the night before, and mists were rising from the mountains making a sight worth travelling blindfolded to see. I took some photos of the Williams; but I have misgivings as all from there to Brisbane were taken in dull weather.
  
-Our next stop was Gloucester, where there is a queer formation of rocks outside the town called the Buckets. They graduate from a pile about 100 ft. high to one that is a mountain in size. Though they show bare rock, they are covered with vegetation. Every crevice and patch of soil bears trees; some giants. The bases of these huge piles slope out until they lose themselves in the flats. Perhaps being rather isolated from other hills, they encourage rainfall and in the course of centuries have been washed bare. We ascend after Gloucester and some good views of the hill country can be seen from Kramback (( Krambach )) Mountain. From here to Port Macquarie, the country is fairly flat and very similar to the outskirts of Sydney. From here to Port Macquarie Adeline protested for the road was like a washing-board and the poor old dear skithered (( [sic] )) (( Probably slithered, but what a gorgeous mix of skittered and slithered. )) from one side of the road to the other.+Our next stop was Gloucester, where there is a queer formation of rocks outside the town called the Buckets. They graduate from a pile about 100 ft. high to one that is a mountain in size. Though they show bare rock, they are covered with vegetation. Every crevice and patch of soil bears trees; some giants. The bases of these huge piles slope out until they lose themselves in the flats. Perhaps being rather isolated from other hills, they encourage rainfall and in the course of centuries have been washed bare. We ascend after Gloucester and some good views of the hill country can be seen from Krambach Mountain. From here to Port Macquarie, the country is fairly flat and very similar to the outskirts of Sydney. From here to Port Macquarie Adeline protested for the road was like a washing-board and the poor old dear skithered (( [sic] )) (( Probably slithered, but what a gorgeous mix of skittered and slithered. )) from one side of the road to the other.
  
 It was dark when we camped at the Port. Dad was given some fish which I cooked while he went to the town to buy bait. I might say that the camping ground was like a town; no place for a Bushwalker. The tents were like houses and the campers seemed to have everything but the kitchen sink. It was rather like camping in a garbage dump - papers, tins and rubbish all over the place. Dad brought a melon; but as we had just finished tea, it was reserved for the next day. It disappeared during the night! It was dark when we camped at the Port. Dad was given some fish which I cooked while he went to the town to buy bait. I might say that the camping ground was like a town; no place for a Bushwalker. The tents were like houses and the campers seemed to have everything but the kitchen sink. It was rather like camping in a garbage dump - papers, tins and rubbish all over the place. Dad brought a melon; but as we had just finished tea, it was reserved for the next day. It disappeared during the night!
Line 288: Line 284:
 The next and last stage on the trip up was over the Burringbar Ranges, through Murwillumbah, Tweed Heads and Coolangatta. The country here is much the same as from Gloucester to Port Macquarie until Murwillumbah is reached; when the Tweed River is followed to Tweed Heads. The river is dotted with islands from Murwillumbah onwards, many of them being public reserves, and in their natural state. Some are an absolute tangle of palms and tropical vegetation, and give some idea of the extremely hard work carried out by the early settlers. The next and last stage on the trip up was over the Burringbar Ranges, through Murwillumbah, Tweed Heads and Coolangatta. The country here is much the same as from Gloucester to Port Macquarie until Murwillumbah is reached; when the Tweed River is followed to Tweed Heads. The river is dotted with islands from Murwillumbah onwards, many of them being public reserves, and in their natural state. Some are an absolute tangle of palms and tropical vegetation, and give some idea of the extremely hard work carried out by the early settlers.
  
-From Tweed Heads we crossed the border to Coolongatta and then drove on a good road to Brisbane. It was as well it was good road for it rained so hard that it was impossible to see more than 20 yards ahead.+From Tweed Heads we crossed the border to Coolangatta and then drove on a good road to Brisbane. It was as well it was good road for it rained so hard that it was impossible to see more than 20 yards ahead.
  
 We stayed that might at an hotel! and looked such down-and-outs, that had I been the booking clerk I would have thought twice about admitting such people. However, after a hot bath and a change of clothes, the Cramps were fit to be seen - and admired. It was Sunday night, and in comparison with Sydney the city was crowded; a cousin living there told me that they have no beaches within miles and that the city is the only bright spot on Sunday nights. Brisbane is a fine city and I would like to spend more time there; the people are friendly and once they know that you are strange to the place, will go to no end of trouble to be of service. Dad asked a man to direct him to the new City Hall, and instead of just giving directions, walked there with him, chatting and pointing out places of interest as they went along. Dad thought that he was bound that way himself; but he was on his way to South Brisbane and had walked a good half mile out of his way. I had a similar experience, (( [sic] )) We stayed that might at an hotel! and looked such down-and-outs, that had I been the booking clerk I would have thought twice about admitting such people. However, after a hot bath and a change of clothes, the Cramps were fit to be seen - and admired. It was Sunday night, and in comparison with Sydney the city was crowded; a cousin living there told me that they have no beaches within miles and that the city is the only bright spot on Sunday nights. Brisbane is a fine city and I would like to spend more time there; the people are friendly and once they know that you are strange to the place, will go to no end of trouble to be of service. Dad asked a man to direct him to the new City Hall, and instead of just giving directions, walked there with him, chatting and pointing out places of interest as they went along. Dad thought that he was bound that way himself; but he was on his way to South Brisbane and had walked a good half mile out of his way. I had a similar experience, (( [sic] ))
  
-The next day we started south again; through Beaudesert to Mt. Lindsey (( Possibly Mount Lindesay? )), and the country was uninteresting until we reached some fine dairy country hemmed in by tall, craggy hills. We passed through the border gate at Mt. Lindsey without knowing what it was; but it was raining very heavily at the time and restricted our view to about 200 yards. As Mt. Lindsey is 4000 feet in height, we missed something worth seeing.+The next day we started south again; through Beaudesert to Mt Lindesay, and the country was uninteresting until we reached some fine dairy country hemmed in by tall, craggy hills. We passed through the border gate at Mt. Lindsey without knowing what it was; but it was raining very heavily at the time and restricted our view to about 200 yards. As Mt. Lindsey is 4000 feet in height, we missed something worth seeing.
  
 The few views we had made us want more and none of us having been over this route before, we were expecting the good road to end at any moment leaving us to face the dreaded black soil, such as on the Warwick-Stanthorpe route. It came as a pleasant surprise when we were told at a bowser that we were 40 miles on the N.S.W. side of the fence. The road up to now had been through beautiful forest country; big trees and open glades, here and there. The few views we had made us want more and none of us having been over this route before, we were expecting the good road to end at any moment leaving us to face the dreaded black soil, such as on the Warwick-Stanthorpe route. It came as a pleasant surprise when we were told at a bowser that we were 40 miles on the N.S.W. side of the fence. The road up to now had been through beautiful forest country; big trees and open glades, here and there.
Line 324: Line 320:
 A Mock Wedding was held in the Club rooms on 21st. February. The dressing was most effective and caused much laughter, but the actual representation could have been improved. Probably lack of proper rehearsal was the cause of the trouble. A Mock Wedding was held in the Club rooms on 21st. February. The dressing was most effective and caused much laughter, but the actual representation could have been improved. Probably lack of proper rehearsal was the cause of the trouble.
  
-On the 28th. February, Nr. (( [sic] Mr. )) K. Hindwood, one of the first people to lecture at the Club, gave us a talk on "Birds and Bushwalking". His lectures have always been of great interest and this one was no exception.+On the 28th. February, Mr. K. Hindwood, one of the first people to lecture at the Club, gave us a talk on "Birds and Bushwalking". His lectures have always been of great interest and this one was no exception.
  
 A Moonlight Excursion, was held on Wednesday 4th, March. Thanks to the activities of our super-salesman, Jack Debert, there was a splendid attendance. This was matched by a glorious moonlight night and a beautiful breeze. As we passed the Heads we were treated to a fireworks' display from the guns on South Head. The target practice was most spectacular, but perhaps we all registered a hope that those guns would never be aimed at anything except targets. Moonlight swimming at Balmoral concluded the joys of the Cruise and we arrived back at Dawes Point about 11 p.m. A Moonlight Excursion, was held on Wednesday 4th, March. Thanks to the activities of our super-salesman, Jack Debert, there was a splendid attendance. This was matched by a glorious moonlight night and a beautiful breeze. As we passed the Heads we were treated to a fireworks' display from the guns on South Head. The target practice was most spectacular, but perhaps we all registered a hope that those guns would never be aimed at anything except targets. Moonlight swimming at Balmoral concluded the joys of the Cruise and we arrived back at Dawes Point about 11 p.m.
Line 335: Line 331:
  
 I have tramped it too long not to know there is truth in it still,\\  I have tramped it too long not to know there is truth in it still,\\ 
-That lur (( [sic] )) of the turn of the road, of the crest of the hill. +That lure of the turn of the road, of the crest of the hill. 
  
 C.G.D. Roberts. C.G.D. Roberts.
  
  
193603.txt · Last modified: 2015/11/30 12:02 by sbw
Donate Powered by PHP Valid HTML5 Valid CSS Driven by DokuWiki