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The Sydney Bushwalker
A monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
No.446 OCTOBER, 1938
|Business Manager||J.W. Mullins|
|Publication Staff||Misses Clare Kinsella, Kathleen McKay, Dot English, Mary Stoddart, Massrs. Brian Harvey and Stan Lumsden.|
|Bushwalking and Bushwalker-eating in Penang||Marie B. Bylos||2|
|At Our Own Kecting||4|
|Twenty-five Bush Walkers Make History||Yvonne Douglas||5|
|Fire-building Under Adverse Conditions||Warren N. Watson (P.A.C.)||6|
|Word from Wiff||7|
|How Far Ahead Should We Look?||J.W. Mullins||10|
Three “Tigers” on Training Trip|Jack Debert|13|
This month we are cutting out the Editorial as we want the space for the much more interesting and important items we have to offer our readers.
A World-wide Problem.
We are told that a contributor to “The Sydney Mail” saw a Notice-board in a New York Park which recd:-
“Let no one say, and sit it to your shame,
That all was beauty here, until you came.”
In N.S.W. we are used to blaming motorists, picnickers, and hikers for all the rubbish and newspapers that disfigure the landscape, but recently there have been complaints of litter in The Blue Gum Forest!! That is your park, saved by the walkers for the walkers, and used by the walkers, so just read the New York Notice-board again, please, and add to yourself the words:-
“This means you”.
Bushwalking & Bushwalker-Eating in Penang
By Marie B. Byles.
Frazer has done his best to keep up the Club's reputation in the second and I in the first, but neither has been altogether easy in the langourous tropical heat of the lovely isle of Penang.
We had three days there and were lucky in hearing of a small hotel on a hill looking over the quiet, opal-tinted sea and beyond to where blue mount iris lay peacefully on its calm waters. The primeval jungle climbed the hillside behind, and below were sandy coves fringed with coconut palms. It seemed the dream of a coral island come true.
“Humph! Hope you like their food,” sid the tourist agent sneeringly when he heard where we were going. So that was the catch apparently. There must be a catch when the tariff was only l0/9d a day as against 42/- at the recognised hotel.
We arrived at 6 p.m. Tea was waiting on the table - fruit, bread, butter, jam, home-made cakes. We made a good square meal and pretty well cleaned up everything, except one small cake which I thought it wise to take away in case I should be hungry before bed. Evidently this was what the tourist agent was referring to - food plain but good - it suited us, anyway.
Shortly after tea the pussy-footed, silent “boys” started to re-lay the table. “For breakfast”, we said, and took no notice. But about 8 p.m. a pile of bread appeared. Funny to put bread on the table now - dreadfully dry by breakfast - perhaps the tourist agent was right. But there seemed a mighty array of knives and forks also. Our suspicions were aroused.
“We are surely not expected to eat anything more to-night”, I asked our host when we met in the crystal waters of his swimming bath - I felt no embarrassment - his figure was worse than mine - in the opposite way!
“You can't go to bed without dinner”, was his reply.
“Dinner”, I gasped, “but I could not possibly eat anything more.”
“Sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to.”
“Just a little ice-cream, maybe.”
“There'll be some concrete - special brand of our own - one in four, you know.”
When I reported the dinner to the others, they all agreed that to eat more was an impossibility. However, about 9.30 p.m. we sat down, just to be polite. Three silent waiters glided in with five plates of soup. “Very nice”, said everyone and ate to the bottom of the plate.
Fish followed, “Very little”, said one anxiously. The waiter handed him a plate containing five whole, large-sized fish.
Chicken was the next item. “Wonder if its going to be a whole chicken each, also”, Frazer remarked. Doubtless he would have done his duty if it had been, but, fortunately, it wasn't. Then came the “concrete”, delicately flavoured, as well as coloured, with rose blossoms.
We finished the dinner at last. I retired to bed. My poor, little cake lay pathetically waiting on the dressing table. Perhaps the tourist agent had been right - in the opposite way!
Bushwalking required even more courage than bushwalking-eating. There is only about half an hour of twilight and once the sun has risen there is something more than a kick about its heat. However, I used the evening twilights and an hour or so beforehand to scramble up the hillside behind the hotel. One little track took me to a native hut made of palm leaves. The daughter of the home rushed out to rescue me from two ferocious dogs. We carried on a very successful conversation, considering neither understood a word of the other's language. She introduced me to her parents and children and showed me over the house. I photographed the house, but when I wanted to add the occupants to the picture there was nothing doing. They think the camera has an evil eye, though they were most interested in its workings as long as I did not point it at them.
The daughter of the house saw me a long way up the hillside out of reach of the dogs, and then I scrambled up alone over slopes slippery with tiny granite pebbles, through their terraced banana plantation, and finally to the jungle. From what I saw of the jungle here and elsewhere it seemed to me less dense than the N.Z. bush, except when there were ferns and bamboos, and I am inclined to think that, on occasion, we scramble through bush in N.S.W. quite as dense, but it is hard to judge such matters judicially when clad in a voile frock!
I came by a charming bush track through rubber trees, with glimpses through coco-nut fronds of blue seas and blue mountains beyond. It had been an hour and a half's scramble in tropical heat with mosquitoes too amorous to permit of resting. I was glad to reach the beach and lie on the pale sands, watching the waters lapping round the huge granite boulders and gradually creeping towards the coco-nut palms, whose feet they would wash at high tide.
This had been a climb of 500 feet. The only real mountaineering has been 2,000 feet up by the funicular railway! One might bushwalk up there, perhaps!
Here are some dates that should be noted in your engagement book without delay!
Sunday, October 5th
A rare chance to join a Working Bee! Charles Rolfe wants helpers for a road-gang to improve the Heathcote Creek Track, and to obliterate the turn-off to “Morella-karong”. Bring your own mattock and trenching-tool!
Monday, October 17th at 8 p.m.
Annual General Meeting of The N.S.W. Federation of Bushwalking Clubs in the Royal LifeSaving Society's rooms, 3rd floor, 5 Hamilton Street Sydney. Open to all club members. You know the way! Come along, and bring your pals – meet the folks from the other clubs – hear what different people think should be done for the benefit of the walking movement – and express your own opinion! This chance comes only once a year! And there is no charge for the evening's entertainment!
Saturday, November 12th
Another annual event – “A Night With the Bushwalkers”. This year the concert will be held at the Castlecrag Open-air Theatre – special buses will leave Carrington Street, Wynyard Square, City, at 7.30 p.m, and will pick up passengers at North Sydney Station – the fun begins as soon as you leave Wynyard Square – tickets 2/6d each cover transportation to and from Castlecrag as well as the evening's entertainment. Something new! Something different! Seating accommodation strictly limited! Make a note of the date at once.
On September 7th last, by the death of Mr. Tom McMahon at his home, “Strathmore”, Coxs River, Burragorang Valley, all bushwalkers lost a good friend. There cannot be many members of the S.B.W. who have not, at some time or other, camped at “McMahons”, and enjoyed meeting Mr. and Mrs. McMahon, and finding in them the same love of the bush that we all share, and the true comradeship that goes with it.
We extend to Mrs. McMahon and the children our very sincere sympathy in their great loss.
We also extend to our fellow member Norris McDonald, our sincere sympathy in the loss of his father. Those members who assisted in the search, which lasted for almost a month, will be glad to hear the uncertainty has now ended. Mr. McDonald's body was found at West Pennant Hills in very thick scrub at the bottom of a 30 ft cliff from which he appears to have fallen.
AT OUR OWN kEETING On September 9th there was quite a large attendance at the Half-yearly Meeting because word had gone round that there were prospect f a fight - and everyone knows how S.B.W. members love a fight. However, the President opened the meeting on a very happy note by officially welcoming Mrs. John Truscott, much better known to everyone as “Griff”. Included in the Correspondence were the acceptance with regret of Frank Mort's resignation from the club; a circular from the Federation asking members to attend its An-mai Meeting on October 17th and to produce idcias for the benefit of walking movement, also asking for volunteers prepared to give lectures to outside organisations to let DIr. Loder of the Trampers' Club of N.S.W. have their names; and from the Search & Rescue Section of the Federation a letter of thanks to those who took part in the recent “practice” week-end. The President called for a volunteer to act as Room Steward for the ensuing month, but, as none was forthcoming, Mrs. Iris Barrett (Roxy) was elected on the nomination of Mr.Arnold Barrett. The Motion, of which Notice has been duly given, then came up for consideration. It was proposed by Kr.Chardon, and read:- “That this Club move for proportionate representation on the Council of the Federation and that the proportion be 1 delegate for every 50 members” After a great deal of discussion, during which one proposed amendment was lost, and another amendment (moved by Mr. Debert) was carried, the meeting carried the altered motion as follows- “That this Club move for proportionate representation on the Council of the Federation and th'=t the proportion be 05 members 2 delegates, 76/150 members 3 delegrtes, 151/300 members 4 delegates, above 300 members 5 delegates, with s limit of five delegates.” After a small amount of general business had been attended to, on the motion of Mr. J.V. Turner, the meeting went into committee to discuss the activities of the Federation. As a result of this discussion, S.B.W. members should take to the Federation's Annul hooting a number of definite ideas for the benefit of the walking movement as a whole. CLUB_ GOSSIP Club members who knew old-time member, Norm-n Saul, will be delighted to hear that he has been appointed electrical engineer at the Commonwealth Bank, Head Office, in Sydney. He always wanted to return to his home town, Sydney, and it is pleasing to know thet he now has a bank behind him as well as a wife. Country member, Jimmie Muir, was in town during September, with his fiancee, Miss Margot Aurousseau. One week-end be spent on the Upper Cox with an S.B.W. party, who all enjoyed seeing Jimmie again. We all join with them in wishing Jimmie and his future wife “all the best”. Of course, you all know about Dave Stead's pet snake; and you have heard of Jack Debert and the wombat; but have you he rd of Tim Coffey's pet bandicoot? Even “Tigers” have their tender moments! TWENTY 7TI,V.E BLT.SHWALKERS MAKE HISTU) by Yvonne Douglas. Saturday, August 6th, was a lovely day, bright and sunny, and Blaxland was gay with wattle. The Sunday being Johnnie Wood's birthday, twenty-nine of us set off for St.Helena to celebrate. After our leaders (those few who had been before from Blaxland) had decided which road to take, and had held various consultations on the route, the rest of us had a meeting. However we all got under way eventually, and soon found ourselves tumbling down a very steep incline to Glenbrook Creek. This spot on the creek is very pretty; ferns -nd creepers abound, malcing a contrast with the other hill, which is very rocky and barren. The least said about this lump of rocks and boulders the better. It is a “helluva” climb, but undaunted by such obstacles, we re-ched the top. From here the going w;s good, and very ehortly we arrived at St.Helena very proud of ourselves. We had been told that to get lost was the thing to do when going to St.Helena+, and here we were, all safe and sounds the whole twenty-nine of us: But, alas! Pride indeed goeth before a fall (as we were to find out). St.Helena is certainly a lovely spot for 8 party, and, to make it specially beautiful for the occasion, the moon (which was nearly full) lent her aid to these our solemnities:I! After tea we all gathered round the fire and sang songs and rounds in approved Bushwalker style, interspersed with some “Bean-eries”. Uhen food and drink for the multitide were prepered, Richard produced a cake complete with the correct number of candles. John as per usual - was fast asleep end had to be Woken up to cut the cake! Sunday was misty and dull, and we all made that a good reason for sleeping in. However, by 10.30 a m. we were all up and either finished or half way through breakfast. Some energetic ones even went for a walk, while the rest of us talked, and did our chores. About 11 o'clock it started to rain, and we took shelter in a hut and our tents. After an early lunch we packed up reedy to leave, our objective being to catch the 5.10 p m. train. Alas and alack what hopes We had. Some of the parfy left about 1.30 or 2 o'clock, and by 2.50 p m the last eight of us were on the way, Climbing out of St.Helena, we struck a good track and were walking briskly along when, low and behold, before us We saw hordes of bushwalkers attacking us on all sides. After a while we managed to grasp the fact that we were all lost, and were making for the wrong ridge. hay, Ada, and Hoc were missing, also Dune and Roxy. Vie proceeded for a while,. keeping well to the left, which we were soon to discover was not right. We were on a good track for quite a while, when, suddenly, it stopped dead on the edge of the ridge. Down below we could see a track which we thought must be the Sassafras Gully track, while, strung out like a string of sausages, we could see all the mountain stations from Gleabrook to Katoomba. Some wanted to go down to the crook and walk to Springwood, but we decided that the best thing to do was to follow louldy's suggestion and go back to a flat, rocky spot that we all remembered passing on Saturday. Jock was heading for Burragorang, or some place, and the Beans and Hoc were still missing. It was still dull and misty, but we were just beginning to enjoy ourselves. Richard collected Jock and we all set off back to the aforementioned rocky spot. Reaching this, we decided to keep well down to the right, and, to our satisfaction, we soon began to notice familiar things around us, or so we thought. We were just sailing along nicely, thinking We were on the right track at last, when, right in the middle of our path, we saw Dune and Roxy, also lost. They had been way out on the ridge and down a bit, but thought the best plan was to coma back and get their bearings again. By this time we missed Ralph, and, as things were beginning to look serious, we decided to take the next ridge and go dom.. A shout from Iiilbur informed us that he was on a track of sorts, so we all made a bee line for him, and stuck like glue. Walking briskly, we soon started the descent to the creek. By this time we were thoroughly dirty around the legs and feet, but nevertheless We were all happy. Arriving at Blaxland, imagine our surprise and humiliation to find that Ilay.22LA of all people had caught the 5.10 p m. train. Ralph was waiting for us on the station, and told us the details. Ray, Ada, Hoc and Ralph had arrived at Blaxland about 4.30 p m. 1 We'll never be able to lave this down1 11.111…….m..,11.,.11……….. FIRE BUILDING UNDER ADVERSE CONDITIONS by Warren N. Watson. (Ed.Note: The following extract is taken from an article in one of the “Bulletins”) (of the Potomac Appalachism Trail Club,Washington D.C. Owing to the very different) (conditions, and timbers, there, much of the article was not ap:aicable to New (South 'Wales. After the first peragraph, th6 snowy bits have been cut.
Sooner or later the outdoor person will be confronted with the necessity of building a fire after a three-day rain or with stiffening fingers at low temperature and with a deep blanket of snow in the woods, Fire means not only comfort ad warm food but, as the grim records of the North reveal, life itself. Almost anyone can build a fire in dry, mild weather; not so when all is wet or the temperature is below zero, for fire building is an art. It requires practice and skill. greenhorn, after endless delay, usually gets a heap of smoking chunks or a blistering bonfire, and when under adverse conditions he needs the fire most, he fails. Select a waterproof match box that gloats and can be opened when your fingers are cold, I was caught on a winter trip with a match box that I could not open with stiff fingers. 'A smooth rubber or metal cap offers no grip. To meet that problem I developed a waterproof match box with a hexagonal head that can be opened even with mittens on. Use only the “strike anywhere” netches and not the safety matches, since the letter require a special surface for striking. Paper matches are useless in cold hands, As an extra protection, dip your matches in melted paraffin or varnish. For cold-weather trips, carry a few triplets – three matches stuck together with varnish or paraffin. A triplet can be lighted by holding between the palms of the hands when the fingers are numb. Always carry a filled match box in your pocket and another in your pack. This is your reserve supply. The “persuader” is a rubber tubing, two feet in length and three sixteenths of an inch in diameter, preferably ending in a 3“ mdtal tube having a f'…..tened tip. If you cannot get a metal tube, carry the rubber tubing, for it is an indisgensable aid in blowing up a fire, like the bellows on a forge, and a god-send in wet weather. It is good woodsmanship to get a fire going with promptness, If you have been dumped out of a canoe, or fallen through the ice, speed countS. A candle will save your matches. Fire squares are made by dipping two-.inch pieces of Celotex wall board in melted paraffin. One will burn ten minutes. “Meta” tablets are insoluble in water and burn with a smokeless flame, Carry a medium sized sheath knife. A jack-knifo will do in the summers but eannot be opened with stiff fingers. FIRE MAKING: In dry weather, dead, sound twigs from trees make good kindling material when they are stacked up in tepee or tripod fashion with larger twigs and split limbs added after lighting for building up the fire, - 7 - After a rainstorm, however, this small stuff is too wet to burn. The outside of the big dead limbs is wet, but the inside dry. Split a three-inch limb and cut from the dry heart-wood a straight-grained piece 12 to 14 inches long and about threefourths of an inch in diameter. Point one end and hold in left hand with the other end against something solid (not your leg)* Whittle a fuzz stick, iy cutting long shavings with one end attached to the stick until you have a big cluster of shavings, all connected to the stick. Put end of fuzz stick in the groun or between two flat sticks and light the lower end of the shavings, addinF, fine splints around the fUzz stick, tepee fashion. Have your supply of kindling ready before you light your fire. Under adverse conJtions use a fire starter such as a candle, bui2d the tepee around the starter. (In N*6.W. if there is a stringy-bark tree handy, instead of cutting a fUzz stick, strip offa good supply of dry bark and use it to kindl: your fire. Ed.). The kinds of wood used depend upon the section of the country and the location* Use soft wood for kindling and for quick, hot fires, and hard wood for long lasting fires, and for coals for cooking. Select sound, dead limbs on the tree, avoiding punky or wct ground wood, which burns like graveyard mold. Five minutes spent in collos ting real wood will repay a thousandfold.You don't save time by picking up down wood, which is usually damp to the core or rotten. Split wood burns faster than round brauchel In conclusion, you cannot be too careful of your fire. Never build on peaty soil, as it will spread by burrowing beneath the surface. Clear away a large surface before starting a fife; build on sand, gravel, or a rock when possible. Know the fire laws of the State, section, or park you are in, and obey them. A woodsman is known by his fires, and when he is done, HE PUTS THEM OUT. 111Nompm…..-…..-411..11.4ws….. WORD FROM WIFF From Cape Tribulation, via Cairns,Wiff Knight wrote on the 14th August. We had a very smooth trip up, but I got an awful cold and it knocked all the good out of me. It took two weeks' sunbaking to kill it at Greene Island. We staid foul weeks at the Island and both learned to climb cocoanut palms for nuts. A, trick I learnE at Tahiti made it easy for us to get them. We had glorious weather,but very windy. I managed to catch a feed a day in fish, and roamed all over the reefs. The wife's sistel and hubby came up and spent a week at the Island with us, which was company for us. We came over and staid in Cairns three days; on one day we went to the Barron River and the Intake for the water supply for Cairns. The dam that catches the water is no more than 10 x 12 feet and about 3ft. deep,but an endless supply coming down the river. The scenery was very pritty going through canefields and plantations,with a bit of excitement when our car got bogged and had to be pulled out by a caterpillar tractor. Then on another day we took the train to Deeral and then a launch down the Mulgrave River to the mouth to put a couple off, and back a bit and up the Russell River to see the crocks sunbaking on side of river. It was a beautiful river, with tropical vegetation right to water's edge. Of course I did not have a swim. We had our dinner on launch and went up a long way after and seen a crock on bank. The launch was taken within 20ft. of him. We clapped our hands and shouted, and he never moved a fraction of an inch. In fact he looked stuffed and put there. He could not have been long out of the water as his skin looked clean and like tortoise shell. Another WTS seen, but he was too q-uick for me. They get under water, and the river banks and bottom is mud so you would not sec them. Then we caught the “Morinda” to land us here, but the sea was too rough, and the flattie was full crpeople and cargo. They could not take us four, and we were taken on to Cooktown, where we spent two days before we returned. We got a car and had a trip in the bush and got stuck in the sand and spent an hour getting the car out. The country is very poor and dry. We went over to the Endeavour River, passed a Lutheran Mission Station and some other settlers; you would pity them living in such a place: cane( at Airdrome, and back to pub.,an ancient place nearly falling down. I don't know if what I said last time I was here about this place did it, but ti,ey have pulled down all the unsightly places that spoiled the town. It looks much better. We left Cooktown at six in the morning, and struck a tremendous sea. The waves came right over the boar and everywhere was wet. She seemed to stand right on end,and we had to hand on the seats. I was sick nearly all the way but the wife never got sick, but she was not too comfortable. There were only two other men passengers. The wife's sister and hubby went back to Cairns by plane. This place, Tribulation, was reached at one o'clock, and we had a job getting into the flat-bottom rowing boat, and I was not sorry when I stepped out on to :there. A Mr. Col.Mason made me welcome and we were invited up to his place for dinner He came here five years ago. The depression knocked him bad and he lost everything except his wife, 6 children, and 28. This place is a veritable jungle and we must have had a stout heart and a good pal. He has planted bananas, paw-paws, tomatoes, cane, rice. This place grows everything he wants, and he told me he is on his feet again, and won't leave the place. He has 300 acres, his son 200; his brother has a sawmill to cut their wants, and I believe there is three other settlers here. Vire carped right on the sand as the bush is too thick, and can only go along the tracks to his place and his neighbours! A party just spoke to us, they have been on a 5-day walk to Bloomfield and back. One of the locals took them, a Mr. Jaskie and wife - I believe they write books. T3Jare will be plentY of places for us to go here, and I intend to try a but of gold washing if I see a place. Fish are not too easily caught. We went around the headland yesterday and lost a lot of line and hooks on the coral, but got a feed of coral cod and grunters, small. We had to scale a high hill as the going was too dangerous to go around, and it took some doing. A, slip would have sent us down about 100 ft, into the sea. Then, when on top, we found we had to go straight down the side about two to three hundred feet to the beach; made me think of the Mountains near Cox and Breakfast Creek. Just at the back of our camp we have mountains two to three thousand feet high. I don't think it could be scaled as the undergrowth is too thick, and full of stinging tree. You will have to excuse pencil and paper shortage. We ordered a pad and ink with out groceries and they were not put in. We are about 60 to 70 miles north of Cairns, and about 30 to 40 miles south of Cooktown. No crocks here but, I am informed, plenty of snakes. I have not seen any yet. Oysters and crabs 7.re plentyful, and a blacks' camp is about quarter of a mile along the beach. I am told they will get me a turkey or wild hen for a couple of bob, but I intend to keep away from them. They might get a nuisance around our camp. Only been hero four days and the mail will be going, so next letter will tell you more. * I called on Walley Roots and family nnd went to his place at night and had a talk in Brisbane. They are all well including Mr.Douglas, I forget his first name. I read Marie Byles' report in “Herald Supplement”, and it is a good job she is away when you get this as I got it about lead pencil the last time. I.hope she has a good trip, and all the club members are well and not suffering from the cold while I am up here writing this letter sitting on the send with only my shorts on and thanking Old Sol for being so warm a friend to me. THITGS THAT HAVEN'T YET BEEN INVENTED. “Starters” and Expediters” were the first step in one of the most radical changes that over occurred in the technique of light weight camping. Food has naturally been one of the most important concerns of Euahwalkers for many years and it used to be a common sight in the club rooms of the S.B.W. to see little groups anxiously discussing the all important question of food. The very minimum taken was 2 lbs per head per day. Many with robust appetites declared that they would die if they tried to live on so small a quantity of food and in any case they would die rather than try. The consequence was that most parties took ai to 3 lbs per head per day. This meant 30 to 40 lbs per person for a fortnight and as in those days a persons camping gear weighed nearly 20 lbs, it can easily be imagined that none Taut robust persons ever attempted trips of such long duration without replenishing supplied. The new system of growing food on the trip by means of“starters”and “expediters” altered all this. It had long been realised that more than 95% of vegetable foods was either water or substances obtained from the air namely carbon and oxygen and in certain cases nitrogen. Chemists then discovered that earth was quite unnecessary for plantgrowing. Instead they placed seeds in an absorbent medium such as cotton * wool or sphagnum moss kept moist by water in which were dissolved minute quantitieS of chemicals (termed “starters”) necessary for plant growth. The seeds germinated and the plants grew in an amazing fashion and soon it was possible to grow enormous crops of almost any quick growing vegetable food wherever water and the necessary chemicals were obtainable. It is history now what terrific repercussion this discovery had on the farming communities throughout the world. From the bushwalkers point of view the important thing was that enormous tracts of poor farming land were reconverted to forests for the provision of timber which cannot yet be economically produced in the laboratory. But walkers were very much more interested when it was discovered that certain chemical substances (which used to be classed somewhat vaguely and mysteriously as vitamins) would speed up the growth to such an extent that the plants would mature in one to three hours. These chemicals are known as “expediters”. A camper's food list nowadays consists of a few packets of seeds, a few ounces of “starters” and “expediters and the light weight growing frame. These with an ultraviray torch for night growing or use in cloudy weather supply sufficient food for gonth. Of course these things can't be done yet, but when they can Paddy will supply them. Till then Paddy will gladly cooperate with all who wish to reduce the load. PADDY PALLIN 327 GEORGE STREET, SYDNEY, OF?. PALINGS. PHONE, B3101 -10- HOW FAR AHEAD SHOULD WE LOOK by J,W.MullinS. t (Ed.Note: Some readers may think the suggestions contained in this Article are ) (taking too much for granted. We know there is, at present, no certainty that ) (the recommendation which led to the Article will be adopted by the Federation, ) (but we publish the Article as expressing the opinion of one Club memberyand ) (s0 that other members will have their thoughts turned to the consideration of ) (what is in itself a very important matter. ) 11,7111.,..,…-111.-,-411.1 The Helf-yearly General Meeting brought up a most important discussion con', corning Federation matters. The Sydney Bush Walkers Club has instructed its delegates to make certain proposals to the Federation. These proposals directly concern future club repres- entation on the Federation, and it is, therefore, expedient that we, as a club, should direct our energies to that end which will best juft:Ify any additional representation on the Council. Consequently, in the opinion of the writer, the time has come when the club executives should draw up a brief in which is set out those broad principles of the Federation, and the particular proposals which it is striving to heve recognised and enacted. If this brief is drewn up and circulated, all new members who are not cognisant of the work that the Federation is doing and undertaking will become awere, at least, of its existence, and be thereby impelled by a common interest to an enthusiastic outlook arising from a common knowledge. We value new club members as fellowmen having a similar outlook on our Aims and Objects (as set out in our Constitution) who, by their acquieAcence to them, weld the club together in a common weal. Thus it is up to the club to undertake a work of propaganda, shall we say, amongst its members, both new and old, but particularly, the new members. The reasons for this education, or enlightenment, arise directly from the proposals adopted for (a) The club members, in carrying the vote, have acknowledged that the adopted system of representation is just, reasonable, and equitable; (b) Similarly, they have also agreed that certain particular increases in membership give the _rj…ght to additional representation, it having been also agreed that the basis is just, reasonable, and equitable. Now, although as a club we will, on the acquisition of a certain number of members, assume the rialto additional representation, we must in conscience juslity, that right, or advantage. Justification can be brought about by equipping new members with every available piece of knewledge about the Federation's big responsibilities, so that those new members coming into the club will be able to engage directly in the work on hand, and,eventually, out of their numbers, give to the club capable delegates and representatives for the Federation. FIRST AID CLASS Much time has been given to the consideration of the commencmment date of this class, and it has been decided that Wednesday evenings, commencing in the first week after Easter next, would be most desirable.It is hoped that a start will be made about this date. Members intending to take the First Aid Course should let Li'',. L.O.Harrison(Mouldy) have their names so that they can be notified when the classes are about to commence. - 11 - OLD SHADES A Wail from “Barney”, Some heavy fog and rain I see And little Eva cooks the tea. The rain drops flood the ground with mud But Duncombeis worried not at all For she lights fires in arly. squall With never one a dud. A deep sea launch sails past us now, And heels well over on her bow. There sounds a wail midst spume and gale, Thel.Hellyer turns a haggard green And wishes she could pot be seen, While strong men turn and quail. Now Hilda Blunt, a lady fine Invites us one and all to dine; Her appetite is small, oh quite: But I have seen her put away Three melons at the “Monterey” Where oft we'd dine at night. Two yards and more of little Dick Glare down- he's wounded to the quick For 'tis a crime even in a rhyme To call him thus. Its not the same As “Richard” is for that's his name: I'll not forget next time: Oh: what an awfullfrightful row Breaks in upon us all here now. It's Jock Debert who wo,ld revert To savagery; he roars and growls And yodelsaells and rants and bowels A=1,nd never is inert. And near him too a man of size Holds in his hands a torch and tries To signal Morse,but then of course It is well known to everyone That “Chardon” Morse is overdone And unknown in its source. A swinging bough above us all, Supports a female from a fall. We look, and see Dot in her tree; She loughs aloud and thumbs her nose While hanging by her feet and toes - ,;uite mad we all agree.' In Warragamba's freezing. clime I'm banished from you for a time And oft in space my thoughts will race To scones now past and far away, And then I curse and rue the day I saw this flaming place. An exile, 1, indurance vile, Recall old friends and oft awhile In reverie I dimly see Vague shadows in a swirling cloud; The phantoms of a “Walking” crowd That camped and walked with mew What is that glowing redly near? Ah: now I see: 'tis auburn hair, And Scotty's grin - a thing of sin And lowly mirth - appears to shock A maiden of this hybrid flock Whose eyes flash fire within. Rene Brownie is simple and so pure, She's known to all,of that I'm sure. When on a walk oh: how she'll talk And always trundle with the last, But nothing, though she's never fast, Will ever make her baulk. A hearty bellow sounds quite near Reverberating 'pan my ear, A thundirous sound that echoes round As Whiddon drowns all other things With roars,full throated as he sings, And “King of Song” he's crowned. Now Ernie Austen's voice in song Is lifted vibrant, clear, and strong, In”Mandalay“, while far away The strains of favirite “Toreador” Bring Peter Page to mind once more In camp and concert play. I see a figure saturnine And lean, who gives no word or sign, And in his hands as there he stands Reposes the official “bone” Conferring dignity and tone As silence he commands. - 12 - The mists of time are closing in And blotting out the strife and din; They disappear upon the air Those glimpses past of walking folk. They blend with fog and fire and smoke And leave no substance there. But yet with eyes shut tightly fast I hear a murmur to the last That wafts on high and passes by - “Oh come to the bush” it calls to me, Bt that's the pend - no more I see And then I turn and sigh. The vision's gone and I am sad For after all you weren't too bad. I'd like to walk and scrpunge and talk With you once more but sincd I am A prisoner at this blasted dam It does no good to squark. And lastly now a warning word To end this reverie absurd: Although in verse I'm truly terse Just treat me well when next we meet Or I'll be even less discreet And write a great deal worse. FEDERATION Nays Judging from the length of the report received from the Club's Delegates, and the number of matters dealt with, the Federation did some solid work at its August Council Meeting. Remembering that the S.BeW. members were indulging in a Night of Frivolities in the main room while the Federation was meeting in the Committee Room, we take off our hat to the delegates of the various affiliated clubs. We strongly recommend members to read the report itself,but in case some folk cannot do so, here is just an inkling of the scope of the work done at that meeting… A letter from the Railway Department refusing to do anything at all at LILYVA1E STATION for either the comfort or safety of its customers was dealt with, and certain further action was decided upon. The questions of LITTER left in The Blue Gum Forest and of WATER AND SANITATION at pl_pLrallizia_ams next received consideration, It was decided to form a panel of lecturers from the various clubs who would be available to give lectures to outside bodies when required, thus gaining support for the Federation and its objects. Several changes in the personnel of the Information Bureau and the Conser- vation Bureau were attended to, also enquiries from two clubs regarding affiliation. The Ball Committee's Report was received, and we learn that 236 tickets were sold, and the nett proceeds amounted to 2,23.16.1d. The Council decided to make a presentation to Mr. Theo Atkinson in recognition of the many years of service he gave to the Federation as its Honorary Secretary. Lastly, it was decided to hold the Annual General Meeting on October 17th. All club members are invited to attend and to express their views of ways in which the Feferation can be improved, or can extend its work and its influence. - 13 - THREE “TIGERS” CTLA,TRAINIPG TRIP By Jeck Debert. Staying in the club-room just long enough to attend a selection committee meeting and to see a long overdue alteration to the Federation's Constitution approved of by the S.B.W. =Mors before 10 p m. Bill Hall -nd I rushed to Central Station for the 10.15 p m. At Strathfield, Gordon amith joined us and that completed the personnel. We camped right in Ka-toomba for our rest and the rest of the hours of darkness, Tnd got away to a flying start at 6.25 e..m, Over an hoar vac: spent at Camp Creek for a large breekfast. For a change ofzooee.,:y we took the longer track to Euroka and, like last eighthour-day weekend) we owe some newly born lambs carefully sheltered in a ficld of green oats. Black Jerrv'e was t-ken at a steady pace, to halt at Galong Creek at 10.35 for chocolate ratiens. Just before our arrival at Galong Creek we came upon a wedge-tailed eagle lying dead on a large granite boulder. It had evidently been c7ught in a rabbit trap which was lying alongside of the bird. It se,apeci very pitiful to see such a noble specimen sprawled out in such an undignifiee manner At the junction of Cox's and Harry's Rivera' we evertook a lone walker who, having read of the glories of the last-named river in the Bush Walker Meg-eine, was out to see them for himself. Such is the value of publ:Leity. We joined forces to find the water in Harry's River deeper than usual and very cold. It seems strange that both writer and reader of the article should be doing that particular trip simult-neously. The Jenolan River was as delightful as ever. Although it was too early for the rock-lillies to be in bloom, they showed promise of giving a very fine display within three or four weeks. We were about to prepare lunch some distance below Mumbodel Creek when we spied a baby wombat. It seemingly was not in the healthiest of cond7tions for it appeared very sluggish, and moved slowly over to its wombat hole, at the entrance of which it stayed for some little time, thereby giving us fuether opportunity for observation. The air was permeated with clematis perfume yet there were very few flowers in bloom. Owing to the lack of knowledge of the country from Bee's Nest Creek onto Black Ran,e, and due to Myles Dunphy's remark that it was a stiff 2000ft. climb and one of the steepest in New South Wales, we only spent one hour over lunch and 2.25 saw us once egain at that delightful green clearing at Bee's Nest Creek. Twenty minutes spell for map consultation, chocolate nibbling and leave-taking from our newly found friend, who intended braving the joys and horrors of Hell's Gate Canyon and the river wading on his own, then we tackled Myles' steep climb. Once again I would dearly have loved to camp at that glotious camp spot but there was still much country to cover before nightfall. To me that 2000ft. climb was a fair cow, but the boys said it was “just a bit steep for a st'rt but a very easy rage afterwards.” Maybe Jack, through lack of sleep, felt it more than he would heve done otherwise. Anyway it took l hours to climb up onto Black Range and then came one hours fast walking to reach the hut at Little River before dark. An excellent three-course meal was prepared and then, as everyone in the party was out for as much sleep as possible, we all turned in at 8.20. Gordon had wakened us up on Saturday morning and so I was determined not to be beaten on the Sunday. Waking up in the darkness of night I yelled in the approved manner: “Get up” without looking at my watch. Gordon growled, Bill mumbled, turned on his torch, laughed and said many uncomplimentary remarks, to which he added ' - 14- “It's only ten minutes to two SO we had more sleep and finelly started ,ut at 7.15 to follow Little River downstream to the Cox* It was entirely new country for both Bill and me, but it was wonderful that it goes on the next programme as an officiel trip, to be led by the dual leaders, Messrs. Smith end Hell. Little River is another of those out-of-the-way smaller rivers that h-ve not been given over much attention by Bush Walkers. It is a delightful spot, a perfect combination of typical mountain streams, green grassy banks, idcal for camping, ferny glrdes, granite gorges, crystal clear water bubbling over rocks, and teaming with wild and bird life. It was very pleasing to sec tile viTrid green, velvety, new fern fronds showing up in contrast to the burnt-up beewn appearance of the frost killed bracken. The winter had evidently been very severe 6 for oven in the most sheltered and secluded spots the ferns had succumbed to the wintery elements. 4fter very leisurely strolling through perfectly wonderful surroundings we were once again on the Cox Rival. at 10 a m. Sun-taking and strolling casually, we finelly left the junction of Galong Creek at 10043) and, taking th. steepest spur, climbed up onto the top of Tin Pot mountain on our way over to Canons for lunch. We arrived 15 minutes after midday, only a quarter of an hour later than the telegramed order meal was areanged for. Of course, at Canons we met other Bush Walkers, and I was interested in seeing Daphne Ball and her friend from the Coast and Mouni-ain Walkers, looking most businesslike in heavy boots. After meeting everybody we were introduced to Canons new baby wallaby–a mere mite of a thingno foot nothing in height, but like all very young things still possessing the bloom of youth, a thing of beauty to look at. A swim and sun-bake, followed by a hearty meal end a long loaf round, end then leaving at 3.5 p m. we had a steady stroll into Katoomba, arriving there at 5.55. Ex Olympic Games champion swimmer, Owen Griffiths, joined us at Canons. HO “had heard lots about the Tigers and always felt he would like to walk with them one day. Could I join you?” Sayeth Spokesman Smith: “The Tigers are overboomed. Certainly you may join in”'and Owen didn't find it any effort at all to stay with the party. To use his own words: “You kept going steadily.” If you would ask me the total distance I would say 53 miles, but Gordon would make it only 50 or 51. But that's a mere detail. It's an excellent trip and one well worth doing. Still, when it becomes an official walk don't try climbing up those 2000 odd feet if you've been to two dances and had other late nights during the week–even though Gordon and Bill say it was a mere nothing. TRANSPORT SERVICE DIRECTORY. The Committee has decided to compile a directory to assist members in arranging transport facilities from railway stations, wharves etc., and asks 10-, members who know of reliable service-car or launch proprietors, to hand the information on to the Walks Secretary or Assistant Walks Secretary.