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- | IBM | + | A journal |
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- | "THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER" | + | |
- | A Journal | + | |
Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton St., Sydney, N.S.W. | Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton St., Sydney, N.S.W. | ||
- | No. 30. JULY 1936. | + | \\ |
- | PUBLISHING COMMITTEE | + | \\ No. 30. July 1936 |
- | Miss Marie B. Byles (Editor) | + | \\ |
- | Miss Dinah Hearfield (Sub-Editor) | + | \\ ** PUBLISHING COMMITTEE |
- | Miss Doris Allden (editorial), Mr. Peter Page (correspondence) | + | \\ Miss Marie B. Byles (Editor) |
- | Miseg Ada Frost andDatlEnglish | + | \\ Miss Dinah Hearfield (Sub-Editor) |
- | CONTENTS | + | \\ Miss Doris Allden (Editorial) |
- | PAGE | + | \\ Mr Peter Page (Correspondence) |
- | Editorial 2 | + | \\ Miss Ada Frost and Miss Dot English |
- | Shameful Adventure, | + | \\ Mr Ian Malcolm (Advertising) |
- | " | + | \\ |
- | "Paddy11 11 | + | \\ ** CONTENTS |
- | Jimmy' | + | \\ |
- | A Bushwalkerts | + | |Editorial|2| |
- | Questions Answered, | + | |Shameful Adventure, by Suzanne Reichard|3| |
- | The Sirius Saga from the Dog Tales of Hoffman, by W. Mullins. 17 | + | |" |
- | EDITORIAL. | + | |"Paddy" |
- | The new King is considerate enough to have his birthday at nearly the same time of the year as his late father, that is to say, in the season most suitable | + | |Jimmy' |
- | The official trip was to Blue Gum Forest, led by Dorothy Lawry armed with a huge sledge hammer and a crow-bar, which were intended for the demolition of the hut erected by the unemployed workers down there, and generally considered as undesirable. It is rather interesting to note that huts are erected with much expense in New Zealand, and are pulled down with much labour in our less rainy land. Unfortunately - or otherwise, - some other enthusiasts had already done the main part of the work before the sledge hammer arrived. However, Dorman Long and his much ridiculed trenching-tool were found very useful for uprooting the posts. Thirty-four people housed in sixteen little tents celebrated the destruction of the hut. | + | |A Bushwalker' |
- | Mount Solitary and the Korrowell Buttress saw its old friend, Jock Kaske, back again; but his prior experience on the Buttress made the rock-climbing less formidable to this party than to his previous one. | + | |Questions Answered, |
- | Barney and a party spent the weekend on Clear Hill without succumbing to the temptation of going down Duncan' | + | |The Sirius Saga from the Dog Tales of Hoffman, by W. Mullins|17| |
- | 'Not so Paddy, who made up for his forced confinement in his shop over Easter, by making full use of every hour of the King's Birthday weekend. He and his party went from 'Wentworth Falls along King's Tableland and down to McMahon' | + | \\ |
- | Ian Malcolm picked up various stragglers of the Rover Ramblers and also went from Wentworth Falls to the Cox and up Clear Hill; but they took the shorter route via Cedar Creek. Ian had the pleasure of climbing twice up the Goat Track in the middle of the night in search of various Rovers who did not arrive. | + | ==== EDITORIAL |
- | O' | + | The new King is considerate enough to have his birthday at nearly the same time of the year as his late father, that is to say, in the season most suitable |
- | Ernie and Jean Austin went over the lovely country at the back of Kiama with its green fields and sparkling streams. They camped on Saddleback the first night and at the junction of Brogher' | + | \\ |
- | Suzanne Reichart, Dot English, Grace Edgecombe and Marie Byles again went off with the Highbrow Hikers and the Katoomba Suicide Club, intending to rock- climb in the Upper Grose. They certainly lugged out plenty of rope, and found a lovely cave to camp in; but the rocks were either non-existent or vertical, | + | \\ The official trip was to Blue Gum Forest, led by Dorothy Lawry armed with a huge sledge hammer and a crow bar, which were intended for the demolition of the hut erected by the unemployed workers down there, and generally considered as undesirable. It is rather interesting to note that huts are erected with much expense in New Zealand, and are pulled down with much labour in our less rainy land. Unfortunately - or otherwise, - some other enthusiasts had already done the main part of the work before the sledge hammer arrived. However, Dorman Long and his much ridiculed trenching tool were found very useful for uprooting the posts. Thirty four people housed in sixteen little tents celebrated the destruction of the hut. |
- | and the rope was carried back unused. | + | \\ |
- | Mitt agong is not as popular as the Blue Mountains Plateau; but Jack Debert led a party of nine out to Mount Jellore and found it deserved greater popularity so perhaps others will follow later. | + | \\ Mount Solitary and the Korrowell Buttress saw its old friend, Jock Kaske, back again; but his prior experience on the Buttress made the rock climbing less formidable to this party than to his previous one. |
- | Apart from the holiday weekend trips, we must record | + | \\ |
- | 2a - | + | \\ Barney and a party spent the weekend on Clear Hill without succumbing to the temptation of going down Duncan' |
- | Peter Page and Ray Birt also spent their fortnight' | + | \\ |
- | CLUB GOSSIP. | + | \\ Not so Paddy, who made up for his forced confinement in his shop over Easter, by making full use of every hour of the King's Birthday weekend. He and his party went from Wentworth Falls along King's Tableland and down to McMahon' |
- | You will be pleased to know that Cupid has again been shooting his arrows in the Club, the victims this time being Iris Rockstro (Roxy) and Arnold Barrett. | + | \\ |
- | The Stork has also been busy, and passing by Moroneyhsleft | + | \\ Ian Malcolm picked up various stragglers of the Rover Ramblers and also went from Wentworth Falls to the Cox and up Clear Hill; but they took the shorter route via Cedar Creek. Ian had the pleasure of climbing twice up the Goat Track in the middle of the night in search of various Rovers who did not arrive. |
- | The Roots have uprooted once more, and their new aboreal abode at | + | \\ |
- | 3 Logan Avenue, Haberfield, is to be open for public inspection | + | \\ O' |
- | Richard Croker has presented | + | \\ |
- | Frances Ramsay, who is off to Scotland on a twelve | + | \\ Ernie and Jean Austin went over the lovely country at the back of Kiama with its green fields and sparkling streams. They camped on Saddleback the first night and at the junction of Brogher' |
- | Flo Allsworth is another traveller, but her work has taken her only as far as Hobart for three months. | + | \\ |
- | Once again we remind you that Barney it itching to receive your subscriptions and that Bernard, who-used-to-be-Edgar, | + | \\ Suzanne Reichart, Dot English, Grace Edgecombe and Marie Byles again went off with the Highbrow Hikers and the Katoomba Suicide Club, intending to rock climb in the Upper Grose. They certainly lugged out plenty of rope, and found a lovely cave to camp in; but the rocks were either non-existent or vertical, and the rope was carried back unused. |
- | ' | + | \\ |
- | Suzanne Reichard. | + | \\ Mittagong |
- | Not having " | + | \\ |
- | Accordingly, | + | \\ Apart from the holiday weekend trips, we must record |
- | We had no difficulty in finding the Trig station which indicates the turnoff to Smith' | + | \\ |
- | We found Smith' | + | \\ Peter Page and Ray Birt also spent their fortnight' |
- | Farther on we struck a track leading through a dry reeds-covered swamp. This we followed for some distance, along the banks of the creek -which had now widened and become semi-tidal - until we came to an arm which branched westwards. At this point the sand-flies began to chew us alive, so we beat a | + | \\ |
- | hasty retreat up the branch. creek. There we found some delicious water, and decided to make a halt for lunch. Dot's lunch, consisting of two date sandwiches, was eaten while my man-size steak was still grilling on the fire. (What a waste of a fire, had we but known). After I had thoeoughly | + | \\ |
- | with lunch, in true Bushwalker fashion, we continued on our way. We followed up the creek until we became bored with it and decided to return to the road. | + | \\ ** CLUB GOSSIP |
- | Having studied the map, I suggested that the most interesting and most direct route for home would be to strike out along the ridges for the large pool at the | + | \\ |
- | junction of Pepadray and Cowan Creeks, and thence along the Cowan Road. Dot, | + | \\ You will be pleased to know that Cupid has again been shooting his arrows in the Club, the victims this time being Iris Rockstro (Roxy) and Arnold Barrett. |
- | poor trusting soul, agreed that that would be a good idea. We, therefore, followed the road for some distance until we deemed the moment had come to strike out along the ridges. Again a Trig station was supposed to mark the | + | \\ |
- | point at which we should descend; which we duly did. After half an hour's rough scrambling, we found ourselves on Pepadray Creek. It was impossible to | + | \\ The Stork has also been busy, and passing by Moroney' |
- | tell haw far up we were, but I imagined the big pool must be "just round the corner." | + | \\ |
- | lovely, clear, rock-bottomed pools I have yet seen. | + | \\ The Roots have uprooted once more, and their new aboreal abode at 3 Logan Avenue, Haberfield, is to be open for public inspection |
- | After half an hour's extremely rough going - Dot was able to climb down the face, of the rocks; but I perforce had to scramble up the banks and fight my | + | \\ |
- | way through the almost impenetrable scrub en the hillside - the big pool seemed to be as far away as ever. This drove us to study the map again, and the horrible | + | \\ Richard Croker has presented |
- | The only thing to do was to leave the creek and get up the farther hillside while there was still light. The sun was setting as we reached the top, and there before us, to my utter dismay, lay still another tremendous gully. On the far horizen | + | \\ |
- | Although it was already dark, there seemed nothing to do but attempt to descend the gully. | + | \\ Frances Ramsay, who is off to Scotland on a twelve |
- | My " | + | \\ |
- | However, after half an hour's walking, the gully still showed no signs of closing in. Dot again wanted to attempt to cross it; but I was "done-in." There seemed no alternative but to spend the night in the open, we forthwith dumped our possessions on the first comparatively flat spot, and set about hauling in all the available logs. We soon piled up an imposing-looking stack of wood and filled with pleasant anticipations of warmth, I put my hand in my rucksaek | + | \\ Flo Allsworth is another traveller, but her work has taken her only as far as Hobart for three months. |
- | "No matches here Funny Well, perha-)s | + | \\ |
- | pocket ..Nol" | + | \\ Once again we remind you that Barney it itching to receive your subscriptions and that Bernard, who-used-to-be-Edgar, |
- | 'Where the Devil did I put the damn matches?" | + | \\ |
- | Things were beginning to look serious. Perhaps I threw them inte the paok, by mistake, at lunch time. Followed a frantic delving into the pack. Finally, the thing was tipped upside down and all its oontents | + | \\ |
- | No matches! | + | ==== SHAMEFUL |
- | Well, that was the last straw. "Damn and blast," | + | Suzanne Reichard |
- | As soon as we had sufficiently recovered from the shock, we decided that a little nourishment would be the best means of restoring our equilibrium I was able to produce the following: one banana, one piece of cake, a few raisins | + | \\ |
- | and two pieces of bread ad butter. | + | \\ Not having " |
- | none. | + | \\ |
- | We then spread the ground-sheet crosswise on the ground so that it would cover us both. The superior virtue of pack-carrying was further demonstrated | + | \\ Accordingly, |
- | by my being able to produce, in addition to the above: one pullover, one woollen bathing costume, one towel, one bread-bag, one bathing cap. I put on the | + | \\ |
- | pullover and drew the bathing costume over my legs, while Dot pulled her skirt up round her body, wrapped her legs in the towel and placed her feet in the bread-bag inside the bathing | + | \\ We had no difficulty in finding the Trig station which indicates the turnoff to Smith' |
- | We changed the watch about .every hour during the night, or whenever the ground became unbearably hard. This meant that we sat up and rubbed one another' | + | \\ |
- | This went on throughout the night. She was further encouraged by a solitary cock-craw; but we discovered that cocks craw at midnight!. There was a very heavy dew and it began to come through the ground-sheet rather badly - another unpleasant discovery. However, in spite of all this, we both achieved an odd doze or tr7. | + | \\ We found Smith' |
- | The first pallid light of dawn saw us sitting up, thankful for the excuse to move. A piece of bread and butter each gave us courage for the start. In a quarter of an hour we had reached the bottom of the gully, and in barely an hour were on the road; but I am sure it would have taken us fully three hours in the dark. It was a brilliantly sunny morning, and as soon as we had warmed up a little through the exercise, we were thoroughly enjoying ourselves and prepared to regard the whole adventure as a joke. | + | \\ |
- | We had just passed St. Ives' Village, when the family limousine loomed in sight. Dot and I were so pleased at the immediate prospect of breakfast, that we came alongside, all beaming smiles. | + | \\ Farther on we struck a track leading through a dry reeds covered swamp. This we followed for some distance, along the banks of the creek - which had now widened and become semi-tidal - until we came to an arm which branched westwards. At this point the sand flies began to chew us alive, so we beat a hasty retreat up the branch creek. There we found some delicious water, and decided to make a halt for lunch. Dot's lunch, consisting of two date sandwiches, was eaten while my man-size steak was still grilling on the fire (what a waste of a fire, had we but known). After I had thoroughly |
- | " | + | \\ |
- | Somewhat abashed, Dot and I climbed in; but Dot, the irrepressible, | + | \\ Having studied the map, I suggested that the most interesting and most direct route for home would be to strike out along the ridges for the large pool at the junction of Pepadray and Cowan Creeks, and thence along the Cowan Road. Dot, poor trusting soul, agreed that that would be a good idea. We, therefore, followed the road for some distance until we deemed the moment had come to strike out along the ridges. Again a Trig station was supposed to mark the point at which we should descend; which we duly did. After half an hour's rough scrambling, we found ourselves on Pepadray Creek. It was impossible to tell how far up we were, but I imagined the big pool must be "just round the corner." |
- | a violent nudge from me, and a hastily whispered: "For Heaven' | + | \\ |
- | When we reached home, Dot, with admirable adaptability to the situation, proceeded to inform another member of the family that we had been very nice and warm all night. | + | \\ After half an hour's extremely rough going - Dot was able to climb down the face, of the rocks; but I perforce had to scramble up the banks and fight my way through the almost impenetrable scrub on the hillside - the big pool seemed to be as far away as ever. This drove us to study the map again, and the horrible |
- | No mention of the disgraceful episode of the matches was ever made. | + | \\ |
- | However, | + | \\ The only thing to do was to leave the creek and get up the farther hillside while there was still light. The sun was setting as we reached the top, and there before us, to my utter dismay, lay still another tremendous gully. On the far horizon |
- | Still, it is an ill wind that blows no one any good. Although the experience did not convert Dot to pack-carrying, it has made her vow never to be without her awn box of matchesl | + | \\ |
- | Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying; | + | \\ Although it was already dark, there seemed nothing to do but attempt to descend the gully. |
- | Hear the drums of morning play; Harkl the empty by-ways crying | + | \\ |
- | " | + | \\ My " |
- | A.E. Houseman. | + | \\ |
- | " | + | \\ However, after half an hour's walking, the gully still showed no signs of closing in. Dot again wanted to attempt to cross it; but I was "done in." There seemed no alternative but to spend the night in the open, we forthwith dumped our possessions on the first comparatively flat spot, and set about hauling in all the available logs. We soon piled up an imposing looking stack of wood and filled with pleasant anticipations of warmth, I put my hand in my rucksack |
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ "No matches here......funny......well, perhaps | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ "Where the Devil did I put the damn matches?" | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Things were beginning to look serious. Perhaps I threw them into the pack, by mistake, at lunch time. Followed a frantic delving into the pack. Finally, the thing was tipped upside down and all its contents | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ No matches! | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Well, that was the last straw. "Damn and blast," | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ As soon as we had sufficiently recovered from the shock, we decided that a little nourishment would be the best means of restoring our equilibrium. I was able to produce the following: one banana, one piece of cake, a few raisins and two pieces of bread and butter. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ We then spread the ground sheet crosswise on the ground so that it would cover us both. The superior virtue of pack carrying was further demonstrated by my being able to produce, in addition to the above: one pullover, one woollen bathing costume, one towel, one bread bag, one bathing cap. I put on the pullover and drew the bathing costume over my legs, while Dot pulled her skirt up round her body, wrapped her legs in the towel and placed her feet in the bread-bag inside the bathing | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ We changed the watch about every hour during the night, or whenever the ground became unbearably hard. This meant that we sat up and rubbed one another' | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ This went on throughout the night. She was further encouraged by a solitary cock craw; but we discovered that cocks craw at midnight! There was a very heavy dew and it began to come through the ground sheet rather badly - another unpleasant discovery. However, in spite of all this, we both achieved an odd doze or two. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ The first pallid light of dawn saw us sitting up, thankful for the excuse to move. A piece of bread and butter each gave us courage for the start. In a quarter of an hour we had reached the bottom of the gully, and in barely an hour were on the road; but I am sure it would have taken us fully three hours in the dark. It was a brilliantly sunny morning, and as soon as we had warmed up a little through the exercise, we were thoroughly enjoying ourselves and prepared to regard the whole adventure as a joke. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ We had just passed St. Ives' Village, when the family limousine loomed in sight. Dot and I were so pleased at the immediate prospect of breakfast, that we came alongside, all beaming smiles. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ " | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Somewhat abashed, Dot and I climbed in; but Dot, the irrepressible, | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ When we reached home, Dot, with admirable adaptability to the situation, proceeded to inform another member of the family that we had been very nice and warm all night. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ No mention of the disgraceful episode of the matches was ever made. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ However, the atmosphere was highly disapproving, | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Still, it is an ill wind that blows no one any good. Although the experience did not convert Dot to pack carrying, it has made her vow never to be without her own box of matches! | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ ---------- | ||
+ | \\ Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying; | ||
+ | \\ Hear the drums of morning play; | ||
+ | \\ Hark; the empty by-ways crying | ||
+ | \\ " | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ A.E. Houseman. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | ==== " | ||
Gordon Smith. | Gordon Smith. | ||
The canoe trip should have commenced at Penrith on Xmas Eve; but as at that time the canoe was miles away, I had better start from the beginning, when Hama Galliott, " | The canoe trip should have commenced at Penrith on Xmas Eve; but as at that time the canoe was miles away, I had better start from the beginning, when Hama Galliott, " |
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