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 A Monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
 No 59 Price 3d, NOVEMBER, 1939
-Editor: Dorothy Lawry Business Manager: Brian Harvey. Publication) Misses Doreen Harris, Jessie Martin, and Mary Stoddart;
+Editor: Dorothy Lawry
+Business Manager: Brian Harvey.
+Publication) Misses Doreen Harris, Jessie Martin, and Mary Stoddart;
 Staff ) Messrs. Bill Mullins and Arthur Salmon.
 CONTENTS
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 Club Gossip *40
-EDITORIAL
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+Editorial**
-This war is now two months old, and already we are used to finding that So-and-so is not available for such and such a walk because he is in camp, that Someone-else cannot get her holidays because so many of her fellow workers are in camp; and even that we shall haste to get some other member to do the job now that our Honorary Pooh-bah has been mobilised.
+This war is now two months old, and already we are used to finding that So-and-so is not available for such and such a walk because he is in camp, that Someone-else cannot get her holidays because so many of her fellow workers are in camp, and even that we shall haste to get some other member to do the job now that our Honorary Pooh-bah has been mobilised.
 We now have Joyce Trimble as Acting Treasurer to carry on the job Ron Eddes was doing so well till he took to spending most of his time in militia camps. If family tradition means anything, then even before Joyce has had time to show her own metal, all members can congratulate the Committee on its choice of a new executive officer for the Club.
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 We camped on the delightful spot near the Nattai River, where the road comes down from Nattai Pass. Our original plan had been to cross the plateau (then, I still conceded this name to it) between Nattai and Burragorang, over Travis Pass, as Jack Debert named it, though I understand to the locals it is known as "The Get Over". For an old mountaineer, however, the walls directly above us were too strong an attraction to resist, and I decided to attempt a front attack on the corner of the Highland (Reilly Mountain on the Tourist Map). I had some doubts whether we would reach the top, as we were not prepared for an actual climb, but once up there I expected an easy stroll with magnificent views down into the two valleys. I ought never to have laughed at the girl who once suggested a walk on Nattai Tableland, because it appeared so beautifully flat on the map!
-We were extremely lucky with our ascent. The promising little ridge which rises directly above the crossing (A. on the sketch map, not the more distinct corner ridge) led to a little saddle (B) and, turning north with an inhumanly steep rise, but without actual climbing, brought us finally over a few easily manageable rocks to the ridge C. In little more than. an hour we stood there panting and looking down to our tents directly below us. The view from the ridge was splendid, and the rock lilies were in full bloom. Rambling along this ridge we came to a plateau where we found further progress. by a long and deep gorge, and, instead of going IV or SW, we had to go due N for about a mile, until the saddle (F)was reached, where we disturbed a fine wallaby, and had some tucker and a' rest. The ridge turned now more W and progress became faster. Our good luck led us to' theonly water, a tin- rock pool with yellow water full of dead leaves(G). It had been raining only a few days before, so that it would be unwise to rely on water at all at normal times. We were now definitely on the main ridge, which runs along the Burragorang side. From two points (H and I) wonderful views were obtained looking over the Burragorang with kt.Colong in the background.' As it was evidently too late to reach the Pass we decided for an exploration of the Nattai side before returning, in the faint hope of finding a descent to the river. The walls between J and K were investigated but were found too forbidding. From J the ridge L did not appear impossible, thus we climbed down into the :gully beyond Kt finding several dozens of waratahs in full bloom, but also a disheartening drop in the ridge L. It might not be impossible, but experiments with climbing descents at a late hour of' the day are not to my liking. Retreat was' the command of the hour, and with the fair number of gullies on the Nattai side our old torturous route was the only way. We filled out only billy again at the rock pool and marched along happily and carelessly. Of our way we felt quite sure, and the sinking sun found us indeed on a spur on top of the Nattai-Little River
+We were extremely lucky with our ascent. The promising little ridge which rises directly above the crossing (A. on the sketch map, not the more distinct corner ridge) led to a little saddle (B) and, turning north with an inhumanly steep rise, but without actual climbing, brought us finally over a few easily manageable rocks to the ridge C. In little more than an hour we stood there panting and looking down to our tents directly below us. The view from the ridge was splendid, and the rock lilies were in full bloom. Rambling along this ridge we came to a plateau where we found further progress by a long and deep gorge, and, instead of going IV or SW, we had to go due N for about a mile, until the saddle (F)was reached, where we disturbed a fine wallaby, and had some tucker and a rest. The ridge turned now more W and progress became faster. Our good luck led us to the only water, a tin rock pool with yellow water full of dead leaves(G). It had been raining only a few days before, so that it would be unwise to rely on water at all at normal times.
-Junction, but it was the wrong one (E) with perpendicular walls; The
-correct ridge,C-D, rose opposite. The spot was fine, but we had no time to enjoy it. Back we scrambled through the darkening bush, until the beginning of our ridge came (D), but also complete darkness. There was no lack of wood and soon enough had been collected to have a roaring fire burning through the whole of the night. we had to be content with two pieces of chocolate each
+We were now definitely on the main ridge, which runs along the Burragorang side. From two points (H and I) wonderful views were obtained looking over the Burragorang with Mt.Colong in the background. As it was evidently too late to reach the Pass we decided for an exploration of the Nattai side before returning, in the faint hope of finding a descent to the river. The walls between J and K were investigated but were found too forbidding. From J the ridge L did not appear impossible, thus we climbed down into the gully beyond Mt finding several dozens of waratahs in full bloom, but also a disheartening drop in the ridge L. It might not be impossible, but experiments with climbing descents at a late hour o' the day are not to my liking. Retreat was the command of the hour, and with the fair number of gullies on the Nattai side our old torturous route was the only way. We filled out only billy again at the rock pool and marched along happily and carelessly. Of our way we felt quite sure, and the sinking sun found us indeed on a spur on top of the Nattai-Little River Junction, but it was the wrong one (E) with perpendicular walls. The
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+correct ridge, C-D, rose opposite. The spot was fine, but we had no time to enjoy it. Back we scrambled through the darkening bush, until the beginning of our ridge came (D), but also complete darkness. There was no lack of wood and soon enough had been collected to have a roaring fire burning through the whole of the night. We had to be content with two pieces of chocolate each and a cup of tea for dinner, and hungry thoughts were sent to the wealth of good stuff, in out tents.  When morning came, we were black as miners from gathering trunks blackened by bush fires, but otherwise quite happy. For breakfast at 5am, the iron ration was handed out, consisting of butter and sugar mixed, an excellent tonic.
-and a cup of tea for dinner, and hungry thoughts were sent to the wealth of good stuff, in out tents 'e , When morning came, we were black as miners from gathering trunks blackened by bush fires, but otherwise quite happy. For breakfast at 5 a bra the iron ration Wat handed out, consisting of butter and sugar mixed, an excellent
-Above the valleys drowned in a cold sea of mist, we walked along the ridge warmed by the rising sun. The bush was alive with parrots. Down the steep slope in good Christiania technique (thank God for it, it allows me to catch up even with "tigers",miles ahead on the way up); Into the river for a wash (very necessary indeed) and then eating from 8 to 2 o'clock with occasional short intervals given to swimming, watching the rich bird life and to botanizing Eriostemon myoporoides and prostanthera bushes were in wonderful bloom.
+Above the valleys drowned in a cold sea of mist, we walked along the ridge warmed by the rising sun. The bush was alive with parrots. Down the steep slope in good Christiania technique (thank God for it, it allows me to catch up even with "tigers", miles ahead on the way up); Into the river for a wash (very necessary indeed) and then eating from 8 to 2 o'clock with occasional short intervals given to swimming, watching the rich bird life and to botanizing. Eriostemon myoporoides and prostanthera bushes were in wonderful bloom.
+Then back to the Nattai Pass and home by car. I was glad not to be the driver! If I can help it, this will not be my last visit to this fine bit of highland, which excels even Narrow Neck Peninsula but, believe me, it has no right whatever to be called a plateau, if one understands this word in the normal sense, namely, "a surface predominantly flat."
-Then back to the Nattai Pass and home by oar. I was glad not to be the driver; If I can help it, this will not be my last visit to this fine bit of highland, which excels even Narrow Neck Peninsula; but, believe me, it has no right whatever to be called a plateau, if one understands this word in the normal sense, namely, "a surface predominantly flat."
-lad
 RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS  by Dorothy Lawry.
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 AT OUR OWN MEETING
 At the October meeting those present were pleased to join the President in welcoming the following new members:- Miss Joan Atthill, Messrs. Dick Jackson, Jim Hodges, Fred Svenson and Norman Hellyer.
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 The Federation Council meetings are now open to members of Federated Clubs, and members are permitted to attend without power to speak or vote, The meetings are held on the third Tuesday in each month, commencing at 6.15p m. at the Scout Club rooms, Carrington Street, Sydney.
-As a certain amount of enthusiasm is now evident in regard to holding the annual Concert this year, and a tentative programme has been drawn up, Tom Herbert moved that the motion passed at the last meeting, that no Concert be held this year, be rescinded. The meeting agreed to rescind the motion and Mrs. Joan Savage was appointed director with power to form a concert committee and to co-opt members to help with the function. Itull folks with ideas or willing to assist in any way, please let Joan have their names as soon as possible?
+As a certain amount of enthusiasm is now evident in regard to holding the annual Concert this year, and a tentative programme has been drawn up, Tom Herbert moved that the motion passed at the last meeting, that no Concert be held this year, be rescinded. The meeting agreed to rescind the motion and Mrs. Joan Savage was appointed director with power to form a concert committee and to co-opt members to help with the function. Will folks with ideas or willing to assist in any way, please let Joan have their names as soon as possible?
 The concert will be held at the New Theatre, on Tuesday, 12th December 1939.
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 Owing to the mobilisation of various officers of the Clubs it was announced that at the next meeting an election would be held to appoint a new committee man and delegate to the Federation. As the Treasurer is one of the club officers to be mobilised, the committee has appointed Joyce Trimble as Acting Treasurer. For the information of members who have not yet paid their long overdue subscriptions we believe that Joyce writes a very nice receipt.
-Masi
 But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
 That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. --Byron
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 INTER-CLUB GOSSIP
-In our last issue we reported that a meeting had been called for September 19th at Paddy's to discuss a suggestion for a new camping club. This resulted in the formation of the Bush Club, which has absorbed the H.H.Club, has affiliated with the Federation, and has issued a schedule of walks covering every week-end to the 31st March 1940. This new club certainly got away to a flying start, and we expect that ever increasing numbers of members will be attending its weekly meetings on Friday evenings at Rona Barnes's Studio on the 3rd floor, 15 Hunter Street,Sydney. Welcome to the Bushwalking fraternity, all ye Bush Clubberal
+In our last issue we reported that a meeting had been called for September 19th at Paddy's to discuss a suggestion for a new camping club. This resulted in the formation of the Bush Club, which has absorbed the H.H.Club, has affiliated with the Federation, and has issued a schedule of walks covering every week-end to the 31st March 1940. This new club certainly got away to a flying start, and we expect that ever increasing numbers of members will be attending its weekly meetings on Friday evenings at Rona Barnes's Studio on the 3rd floor, 15 Hunter Street,Sydney. Welcome to the Bushwalking fraternity, all ye Bush Clubbers!
 Talking of Club Rooms, the C.M.W. has moved again, and on Thursday, 19th October, it held an official room warming at 38 Clarence Street (just at the back of Wynyard), at which members of the affiliated clubs were invited to assist in exercising any ghosts, heeby-jeebies, or things-that-go-bump-in-the-night, which may have considered that building one of their favourite haunts in the past.
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 Everyone seems to be going to St.Helena these days. The Bush Club scheduled it from Blaxland as an easy camping trip for October 28th/29th. Soon there will probably be a well worn track there and no one will have the fun of getting lost coming back.
-Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs -- To the silent wilderness
-Where the soul need not repress Its music, lest it should not find An echo in another's mind, While the touch of Nature's art
-Harmonises heart to heart. -- Percy Bysshe Shelley.
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-THROUGH NORTHERN JUNGLES
+Away, away, from men and towns,
+To the wild wood and the downs
+To the silent wilderness
+Where the soul need not repress
+Its music, lest it should not find
+An echo in another's mind,
+While the touch of Nature's art
+Harmonises heart to heart.
+Percy Bysshe Shelley.
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+Through Northern Jungles**
 by Wiff Knight,
-:4 While staying at Cape tact with two young chaps, Christenson, who has a tin 3,000 ft. above sea level, the Cape.
-Tribulation on Cape York Peninsular, I came in con- Walter Mason and his mate, a Norwegian named Peter show right up in the mountains between 2,000 and and due west about 10 miles as the crow flies from
+While staying at Cape Tribulation on Cape York Peninsular,I came in contact with two young chaps, Walter Mason and his mate, a Norwegian named Pete Christenson, who has a tin show right up in the mountains between 2,000 and 3,000 ft. above sea level, and due west about 10 miles as the crow flies from the Cape.
-We left on Thursday 17th August at 7.30 a m. in a flat-bottomed boat and sailed 15 miles north to the Bloomfield River, the sea being very calm, We made very good progress and arrived 4 miles up the Bloomfield River (or the Roaring Meg as it is called locally). It is not the crockadiles that roar, but the amount of water rushing over the rapids in the mountains that can be heard many miles away, We saw a lot of small fish about 6 inches long; they are called Skip Jacks because they rise up out of the water and fly along the top with their tales in the water (almost perpendicular) for about 200 ft, and then sink back into the water, We did not see any crocks,
+We left on Thursday 17th August at 7.30 a m. in a flat-bottomed boat and sailed 15 miles north to the Bloomfield River, the sea being very calm, We made very good progress and arrived 4 miles up the Bloomfield River (or the Roaring Meg as it is called locally). It is not the crockadiles that roar, but the amount of water rushing over the rapids in the mountains that can be heard many miles away, We saw a lot of small fish about 6 inches long; they are called Skip Jacks because they rise up out of the water and fly along the top with their tales in the water (almost perpendicular) for about 200 ft, and then sink back into the water. We did not see any crocks.
 We passed an abo mission run by a Mr.Biddel and his wife, and called in at the Ayton Store, where the boys ordered their month's supplies to be carried up by packhorses 19 miles to their camp. Then we rowed over to the place of the man who has the pack horses. He invited us in for a cup of tea and a snack. His place was very rough. You would not believe how these people live and put up with hardships. Mr.Pearse, a man of 72, was going to take the hundredweight of supplies up to the boys for 6/-; one day there and come back the next day, and feed himself. He had three horses and rode all the way there and back. There were a lot of ripe manderins at his place and he told us to take as many as we could carry away.
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 A solution to the felling of casurinas would be to ask the Government to declare them a protected tree, only to be lopped for stock feeding. Many years ago the Upper Burragorang Progress Association endeavoured to have the trees protected, but failed, If the Federation combined with the Soil Erosion Department tried for protection nowadays they should prove more successful.
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