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-"There's the junction. Kangaroo River and Yarrunga Creek. Thre's some water in the river. Wouldn't get across without swimming. Look at the driftwood up fifty feet. No farms here. Never thought it was so wild. Those ridges come down like the Dogs but are covered with that impenetrable mass of undergrowth.+"There's the junction. Kangaroo River and Yarrunga Creek. There's some water in the river. Wouldn't get across without swimming. Look at the driftwood up fifty feet. No farms here. Never thought it was so wild. Those ridges come down like the Dogs but are covered with that impenetrable mass of undergrowth.
  
 "It's eight o'clock, it's raining, there's nowhere to camp and I'm tired and want to go to bed." "It's eight o'clock, it's raining, there's nowhere to camp and I'm tired and want to go to bed."
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 "All O.K. Gee, were lucky." "All O.K. Gee, were lucky."
  
-"We've been lubky all through on this trip. Think what might have happened. But you should see this place when its clear weather, this farm is the most beautiful place imaginable. It's set on a shelf below the towering rock face of Meryla Pass. There's big timber on the slopes, up to a hundred and fifty feet high; and the evergreen jungle of ferns, vines and moss; the cabbage tree palms, lonely sentinels on the grassy saddles. Below is the deep and forested gorge of Yarrunga with wisps of mist suspended, phantomlike, in the thin air. Across, like Solitary before Echo Point, stands the massive rocky face of Carrialoo. Then to the right there's Grassy at the end of the long ridge, in the clear like Splendour Rock, and pointing to the Kangaroo and Shoalhaven gorges, to the blue ridges and valleys that merge to Pidgeon House and beyond."+"We've been lucky all through on this trip. Think what might have happened. But you should see this place when its clear weather, this farm is the most beautiful place imaginable. It's set on a shelf below the towering rock face of Meryla Pass. There's big timber on the slopes, up to a hundred and fifty feet high; and the evergreen jungle of ferns, vines and moss; the cabbage tree palms, lonely sentinels on the grassy saddles. Below is the deep and forested gorge of Yarrunga with wisps of mist suspended, phantom-like, in the thin air. Across, like Solitary before Echo Point, stands the massive rocky face of Carrialoo. Then to the right there's Grassy at the end of the long ridge, in the clear like Splendour Rock, and pointing to the Kangaroo and Shoalhaven gorges, to the blue ridges and valleys that merge to Pidgeon House and beyond."
  
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 In the constellation Taurus there are two star clusters, The Hyades and the Pleiades. The brightest stars in the Hyades form a remarkably symetrical group in the form of the letter "A". At the right foot of the "A" is the giant red star Aldebaran. Six stars are visible in the Pleiades. The cluster is set in a luminous background of nebulous matter in which the stars glimmer softly. In the constellation Taurus there are two star clusters, The Hyades and the Pleiades. The brightest stars in the Hyades form a remarkably symetrical group in the form of the letter "A". At the right foot of the "A" is the giant red star Aldebaran. Six stars are visible in the Pleiades. The cluster is set in a luminous background of nebulous matter in which the stars glimmer softly.
  
-It is probable that the Babylonians first likened the constellation to a bull. In Greek Mythology Taurus represents the white bull whose form Jupiter assumed when he abducted Europa and swam with her on his back to the island of Crete. The Pleiades, sometimes called the "Garden of the Pleiades", represent the seven daughters of Atlas and the Nymph Pleione. Now only six stars can be seen plainly, but there is little doubt that the disappearance of the seventh is an astronomical fact. Some of the legends of the Australian aboriginees account for the disappearance of the seventh star.+It is probable that the Babylonians first likened the constellation to a bull. In Greek Mythology Taurus represents the white bull whose form Jupiter assumed when he abducted Europa and swam with her on his back to the island of Crete. The Pleiades, sometimes called the "Garden of the Pleiades", represent the seven daughters of Atlas and the Nymph Pleione. Now only six stars can be seen plainly, but there is little doubt that the disappearance of the seventh is an astronomical fact. Some of the legends of the Australian aborigines account for the disappearance of the seventh star.
  
 The planet Saturn is now in Taurus and is brighter than any of the stars of the constellation. Jupiter is to the West of Taurus at present. The planets may be identified by their brightness, and by the time they rise and set as shown in the meteorological reports. The planet Saturn is now in Taurus and is brighter than any of the stars of the constellation. Jupiter is to the West of Taurus at present. The planets may be identified by their brightness, and by the time they rise and set as shown in the meteorological reports.
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 Doreen Helmricj. Doreen Helmricj.
  
-The moon silvered the biliowing clouds as we climbed into the mountains and silvered the heavy white clusters of flowers on the May trees by the roadside. The valley beyond the mountains spread silently, moon-misted befere us as we pitched our tent in deep shadow, by a jungle sheltered stream.+The moon silvered the biliowing clouds as we climbed into the mountains and silvered the heavy white clusters of flowers on the May trees by the roadside. The valley beyond the mountains spread silently, moon-misted before us as we pitched our tent in deep shadow, by a jungle sheltered stream.
  
-Climbing steeply again next morning we reached The Barren Lands, lonely and remote above the fertile coastal plain. The marshy uplands blazed with flowers, colour splashed among the tall grasses - rose of Bcronia, pink of Heata, scarlet of Christmas bell, and blue, mauve, gold, white and yellow of a dozen other flowers. Only the breeze stirred as we walked among them and crossed to the sheer cliff-edge on the farther side, where we sat for a long while, meditating...+Climbing steeply again next morning we reached The Barren Lands, lonely and remote above the fertile coastal plain. The marshy uplands blazed with flowers, colour splashed among the tall grasses - rose of Boronia, pink of Heata, scarlet of Christmas bell, and blue, mauve, gold, white and yellow of a dozen other flowers. Only the breeze stirred as we walked among them and crossed to the sheer cliff-edge on the farther side, where we sat for a long while, meditating...
  
 The mountain side below us was covered by rich jungle which merged into the emerald of the valley and a vivid patchwork of cultivation and red earth, new1y ploughed. Pastel shaded roads spread like narrow ribbons from farm houses, half hidden among clumps of dark foliaged trees. Far away the benches curved, pale gold, separated from the deep bright blue of the sea by two long lines of breakers. Lake Illawarra showed palely ahead, and the mountains brooded over all. The mountain side below us was covered by rich jungle which merged into the emerald of the valley and a vivid patchwork of cultivation and red earth, new1y ploughed. Pastel shaded roads spread like narrow ribbons from farm houses, half hidden among clumps of dark foliaged trees. Far away the benches curved, pale gold, separated from the deep bright blue of the sea by two long lines of breakers. Lake Illawarra showed palely ahead, and the mountains brooded over all.
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 The worst part of the "big push" is over and I'm still on top of the ground so I have high hopes of seeing Aussie once more. There were one or two sticky moments when I thought the game was over. Received word the other day that both my cobbers had come through O.K. as a result I'm feeling particularly cheerful these days. That little Guardian Angel that hovers around me and mine is doing a first class job. The worst part of the "big push" is over and I'm still on top of the ground so I have high hopes of seeing Aussie once more. There were one or two sticky moments when I thought the game was over. Received word the other day that both my cobbers had come through O.K. as a result I'm feeling particularly cheerful these days. That little Guardian Angel that hovers around me and mine is doing a first class job.
  
-Shortly after my last letter I went back for a few.days spell; at least it was supposed to be a spell, but the "bigwigs" found plenty of time to pop in the training. Ten days of this and I was just about "browned off" so chasing mythical Huns over realistic sand hills is not a particularly pleasant pastime. Particularly after the life of a gentleman of leisure that I had been leading. All bad times must end eventually and the night came; when, loaded up like packhorses, we trotted once more into the fray. This trip we were even more fortunate than before. There was the blud Med, to swim in; fish to be blasted out of their happy hunting grounds and many a tasty meal we had - Jerry was 3000 yards away and separated from us by a lovely salt marsh. No tanks to disturb our dreams here. And so life went on; surfing, sunbaking, fishing, an odd shell or two, and night patrols, in which we either slipped and slithered over the mud flats, or else did our best to catch pneumonia through lying on the damp ground.+Shortly after my last letter I went back for a few.days spell; at least it was supposed to be a spell, but the "bigwigs" found plenty of time to pop in the training. Ten days of this and I was just about "browned off" so chasing mythical Huns over realistic sand hills is not a particularly pleasant pastime. Particularly after the life of a gentleman of leisure that I had been leading. All bad times must end eventually and the night came; when, loaded up like packhorses, we trotted once more into the fray. This trip we were even more fortunate than before. There was the blue Med. to swim in; fish to be blasted out of their happy hunting grounds and many a tasty meal we had - Jerry was 3000 yards away and separated from us by a lovely salt marsh. No tanks to disturb our dreams here. And so life went on; surfing, sunbaking, fishing, an odd shell or two, and night patrols, in which we either slipped and slithered over the mud flats, or else did our best to catch pneumonia through lying on the damp ground.
  
 The serenity of our ways was disturbed when we were informed that "the game, she is on" as our O.C. put it. And "on" that night it most decidedly was. Our job was to counter any counter attack, and, as a result, we had a grandstand seat. The spectacle of hundreds of guns firing away half a million shells is beyond my description save that they kick up an infernal din. They seemed to have half a dozen planted right behind my douver and it was more than my ear drums were worth to try and curl up for a nap. It wasn't so hot for us on the export end so I shouldn't imagine that Hermann was entirely happy on the import end. I expected a let up during the day, but Jerry decided otherwise. This kept up for quite a time; us during the night and Jerry during the day, and one day someone woke up that the Battalion was loafing, decided to rectify the matter and that night we were in to it. The serenity of our ways was disturbed when we were informed that "the game, she is on" as our O.C. put it. And "on" that night it most decidedly was. Our job was to counter any counter attack, and, as a result, we had a grandstand seat. The spectacle of hundreds of guns firing away half a million shells is beyond my description save that they kick up an infernal din. They seemed to have half a dozen planted right behind my douver and it was more than my ear drums were worth to try and curl up for a nap. It wasn't so hot for us on the export end so I shouldn't imagine that Hermann was entirely happy on the import end. I expected a let up during the day, but Jerry decided otherwise. This kept up for quite a time; us during the night and Jerry during the day, and one day someone woke up that the Battalion was loafing, decided to rectify the matter and that night we were in to it.
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 One of the greatest morale boosters for our side was the old "Football team" as the troops affectionately nicknamed them. Flights of __blank__ __blank__ (saving the censor a job) bombers which kept up a shuttle service bombing ------------. If they enjoyed it half as much as I did earlier in the show the bombs weren't wasted. Another highlight of the air was the old Stuka. He had an exceptionally rough passage. Each time the parade came over a few of our lads popped out of the clouds to say hullo, with the result that bombs and Stukas were all mixed up in a mad dash for "terra firma". There are a lot of gaps in the ranks of the "Yellow Nose" squadron these days. Even at night Hermann had a rough passage. One of his bombers sneaked over one night to cause us some annoyance, but only got as far as the flare dropping before the air was filled with crackle of cannon fire - one of our Beaufighters was on the job - and the roar of his exhaust as he beat a hasty retreat. One of the greatest morale boosters for our side was the old "Football team" as the troops affectionately nicknamed them. Flights of __blank__ __blank__ (saving the censor a job) bombers which kept up a shuttle service bombing ------------. If they enjoyed it half as much as I did earlier in the show the bombs weren't wasted. Another highlight of the air was the old Stuka. He had an exceptionally rough passage. Each time the parade came over a few of our lads popped out of the clouds to say hullo, with the result that bombs and Stukas were all mixed up in a mad dash for "terra firma". There are a lot of gaps in the ranks of the "Yellow Nose" squadron these days. Even at night Hermann had a rough passage. One of his bombers sneaked over one night to cause us some annoyance, but only got as far as the flare dropping before the air was filled with crackle of cannon fire - one of our Beaufighters was on the job - and the roar of his exhaust as he beat a hasty retreat.
  
----------had the doubtful honour of holding off Jerry's last counter attack. Started off yith Infantry which never ever looked like succeeding. Our Arty and machine gun fire chopped them to pieces before they got within 500 yards. Next on the list were tanks which managed to occupy a ridge 300 yards away, but could not get any further. Nevertheless it placed us in a pretty nasty spot as his infantry could consolidate there and could overlook our positions. Managed to overcome this by keeping the top of the ridge sprayed with machine gun fire and giving them no opportunity to dig in properly. We all got a bit of a shock towards evening when he dragged one of his largest field guns on to the top of the ridge. I thought of lots of things while that big black muzzle was staring me in the face. We turned everything we had on to it as it was either it or us. Managed to get quite a few of the crew, but everything depended on our anti-tank crews as their's was the only gun capable of knocking it out. They rose nobly to the occasion, and soon the flames were leaping skywards. You could hear the cheer we gave even above the din of battle. After this setback Jerry contented himself with sitting back and letting his artillery and anti-tank guns blast hell out of us for the rest of the day and best part of the night. The old Battalion men claimed that it was the heaviest barrage they had ever experienced and its a mystery to me how any of us came out of it. Its funny how odd bits of conversation stick in your minds at times like this. One of the funniest incidents was our Company Commander's "well he has been at it for four hours now he must stop some day". Another was a rhyme printed in the A.I.F. news; something about "And poor old Fritz seems to have lost his blitz". Sandy McGregor read it out to me when the barrage was at its height; he got quite disgusted.+---------had the doubtful honour of holding off Jerry's last counter attack. Started off with Infantry which never ever looked like succeeding. Our Arty and machine gun fire chopped them to pieces before they got within 500 yards. Next on the list were tanks which managed to occupy a ridge 300 yards away, but could not get any further. Nevertheless it placed us in a pretty nasty spot as his infantry could consolidate there and could overlook our positions. Managed to overcome this by keeping the top of the ridge sprayed with machine gun fire and giving them no opportunity to dig in properly. We all got a bit of a shock towards evening when he dragged one of his largest field guns on to the top of the ridge. I thought of lots of things while that big black muzzle was staring me in the face. We turned everything we had on to it as it was either it or us. Managed to get quite a few of the crew, but everything depended on our anti-tank crews as their's was the only gun capable of knocking it out. They rose nobly to the occasion, and soon the flames were leaping skywards. You could hear the cheer we gave even above the din of battle. After this setback Jerry contented himself with sitting back and letting his artillery and anti-tank guns blast hell out of us for the rest of the day and best part of the night. The old Battalion men claimed that it was the heaviest barrage they had ever experienced and its a mystery to me how any of us came out of it. Its funny how odd bits of conversation stick in your minds at times like this. One of the funniest incidents was our Company Commander's "well he has been at it for four hours now he must stop some day". Another was a rhyme printed in the A.I.F. news; something about "And poor old Fritz seems to have lost his blitz". Sandy McGregor read it out to me when the barrage was at its height; he got quite disgusted.
  
 By the close of the second day we were just about all in. We had had no decent sleep for over a week and none at all during the previous two nights, apart from the fact that everyone was suffering from cramp after spending 48 hours cooped up in a hole one foot wide and about five feet long. I was even worse off as half the space was taken up by spare ammunition for the bren. You cam imagine how pleased we were when we were told to be prepared to move as we were to be relieved. Jerry must have got wind of it as he mounted a couple of spandaus on the ridge and kept spraying the flat/ By the close of the second day we were just about all in. We had had no decent sleep for over a week and none at all during the previous two nights, apart from the fact that everyone was suffering from cramp after spending 48 hours cooped up in a hole one foot wide and about five feet long. I was even worse off as half the space was taken up by spare ammunition for the bren. You cam imagine how pleased we were when we were told to be prepared to move as we were to be relieved. Jerry must have got wind of it as he mounted a couple of spandaus on the ridge and kept spraying the flat/
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 =====At Our Own Meeting.===== =====At Our Own Meeting.=====
  
-Every Bushwalker who has been to Point Lookout has met the Moseleys and enjoydd their hospitality. Their knowledge of the local tracks and beauty spots has guided many of us on our way. Members will be glad to hear that Mr. Moseley has now been elected an Honorary Member.+Every Bushwalker who has been to Point Lookout has met the Moseleys and enjoyed their hospitality. Their knowledge of the local tracks and beauty spots has guided many of us on our way. Members will be glad to hear that Mr. Moseley has now been elected an Honorary Member.
  
 The Services Committee are anxious to get more magazines. Last month, amongst other activities they prepared 1800 contact prints. The Services Committee are anxious to get more magazines. Last month, amongst other activities they prepared 1800 contact prints.
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-====Snakebite, Deaths.... 632.====+====Snakebite, Deaths.... 639.====
  
 "Canopus" "Canopus"
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 |(b) Other| |1|1| |(b) Other| |1|1|
  
-Yaur chances of dying from snakebite in 1939 were; If male 1 in 589,135.5; if female 1 in 1,154,171. If male you had no chance of dying from the bite of any other "venomous animal": if female you stood one chance in 3,462,313 of being bitten and dying. It may therefore be taken that "other venomous animals" prefer females (blondes perhaps).+Your chances of dying from snakebite in 1939 were; If male 1 in 589,135.5; if female 1 in 1,154,171. If male you had no chance of dying from the bite of any other "venomous animal": if female you stood one chance in 3,462,313 of being bitten and dying. It may therefore be taken that "other venomous animals" prefer females (blondes perhaps).
  
 Automobiles accounted for 1,405 persons (mainly males).Personally I prefer snakes. Automobiles accounted for 1,405 persons (mainly males).Personally I prefer snakes.
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 | |19th|8.0 p.m.|Lecture by Mr Strom. **"Geology & the bushwalker"**.| | |19th|8.0 p.m.|Lecture by Mr Strom. **"Geology & the bushwalker"**.|
 | |26th|7.30 p.m.|**Third exhibition of water-colours**. (Loaned by Malcolm McGregor).| | |26th|7.30 p.m.|**Third exhibition of water-colours**. (Loaned by Malcolm McGregor).|
-|March|13-14th|**Reunion weekend at Morella Karong**.|+|March|13-14th| |**Reunion weekend at Morella Karong**.|
 | |19th|8. 0 p.m.|**Mr. Micheal Terry** will tell us why "There is adventure in Central Australia".| | |19th|8. 0 p.m.|**Mr. Micheal Terry** will tell us why "There is adventure in Central Australia".|
-| |26th|8. 0 p.m.|**"OLD TAILS RETOLD"** to music, by Reg Alder and other photographers.|+| |26th|8. 0 p.m.|**"Old Tails Retold** to music, by Reg Alder and other photographers.|
  
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 ====New For Old.==== ====New For Old.====
  
-Paddy hasn;t any lamps but if you have an old Groundsheet or cape that has gone sticy with old age, neglect, or some other cause, don't despair - Paddy can fix it.+Paddy hasn't any lamps but if you have an old Groundsheet or cape that has gone sticky with old age, neglect, or some other cause, don't despair - Paddy can fix it.
  
-Provided the cloth is sound, the old proofing can be removed and the fabric reproofed.+Provided the cloth is sound, the old proofing can be removed and the fabric re-proofed.
  
 The cost of de-proofing and re-proofing is:- The cost of de-proofing and re-proofing is:-
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