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-THE SYDNEY BUSENALKER
+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
-A monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Syclney.
-No.I08 DECEMBER, 1943
+A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
-Eiitor: Clare Kinsells
-AsEtc Grace Jolly Bos,Manager: Alex Colley
+===No. 108. December, 1943. Price 4d.===
-Production: Yvoni::e RolfAsst. Alice Subscriptions: liarie
-C ONTENS
+|**Editor**|Clare Kinsella|
-Tasmanian Huts Ubi
+|**Asst.**|Grace Jolly|
-Sadly Mist (contd) Mumbe6,:.
+|**Bus. Manager**|Alex Colley|
-.i..1.16ide Information to 0 la
+|**Production**|Yvonne Rolfe|
-An Extract from Stephen Lecock roe e
+|**Asst.**|Alice Wyborn|
-Pelion Hut 4
+|**Subs.**|Marie Kinsella|
-Letters from the Lads 4.0 4.. 3 a
-With Swag and Billy 4.0 4
+=====Contents.=====
-Our Own eeting 4.4 414 404
-Social Doings fOO
+| | |Page|
-Goodman Bros. (Advt) 0.4
+|Tasmanian Huts|Ubi| 2|
-What Paddy Says *
+|Sadly Mist (contd)|Mumbedah| 4|
-STOP PRESS:
+|Inside Information| | 7|
-RE PURCHASE OF ERA LANDS
+|An Extract from Stephen Leacock| | 8|
-The sub Committee appointed in connection with the above matter, advise the negotiations are proceeding favourably. Full report next issue.
+|Pelion Hut| | 9|
-In the meantime will all Members who have promis9d. outright donations kindly hand same to Edna Garrad.
+|Letters from the Lads| | 9|
-ALEX COLLEY
+|With Swag and Billy| |11|
+|Our Own Meeting| |12|
+|Social Doings| |13|
+=====Advertisements.=====
+| |Page|
+|Goodman's|13|
+|What Paddy's Says|14|
+----
+=====Stop Press:=====
+===Re Purchase of Era lands.===
+The sub Committee appointed in connection with the above matter, advise the negotiations are proceeding favourably. Full report next issue. In the meantime will all Members who have promised outright donations kindly hand same to Edna Garrad.
+Alex Colley.
 Convenor- - Era Lands Sub Committee
-TASMANIAN HUTS
+----
+=====Tasmanian Huts.=====
 by "Ubi"
-Nature was so very often harsh that, instead of enumerating in our minds the bet camp-sites in terms of permanent water, of soft grasoes an leaves for bodding or of abundant wood, we had to give firet plaro io a roof over our heads even if it were not a whole one. Therefore w became pyae of all the deserted farmhouses or someone knew someone whose friend lived near the desired mountain and possessed a barn or a shed. Tliere wero Hiso the Government huts in National Park, the Hobart Walking Club possessed two in exciting localities and, on one occasion at Adventure Bay, Bruni Island we even rented a week-ender for the night.
-My introduction to a roof over my head (while walking) was on the Mt. Dromedary trip. It had been noised abroad that we were to sleep in a barn, and our quarters proved to be a solidly built, commodious store hut in one end of which corn sacks were piled high, serving as a mattress aru insulating us from the stone floor. Unfortunately we were placed in a uuch ud cow paddock and the circle around the fire, which dared not sit, sniaekEd v3ry much of the steppes and needed only a cow-dung fire to complete the illusion.
-Not always did we have the s:curity of 'walls a foot thick. Over the back of Mt.Tellington is a hut called "Thark" - &name which always titillates my Imagination but whose meaning or origin I haire never enquired into. I connect it, probably quite wrongly, with something Greek and aesthetically perfect and still do despite the fact that ever, before I went there it had an evil reputation chiefly connected with the fireplace. We would never have arrived on this fateful occasion if one of the members of the party had not been a previous visitor, for the fog was so dense on the featureless landscape that it was not until I was pushing open the door with my nose that I realised the hut was there.
-However, even the thin walls gaping with cracks, the earthen floor covered with brushwood and the general air of dampness and prolonged decay did not fail to warm the heart as we escaped from the clammy, penetrating, isolating fog. Scarcely were we inside before it commenced to rain in torrents but we hopefully began to kindly a fire in the fireplace and managed a fair blaze. But the Flagellants never suffered half so mucp in their efforts at self-laceration as we. Every exacerbation, every curse'which has ever been hurled at that fireplace was amply justified, not the slightest puff of smoke ascended the chimney and had we been of Cain's cast of mind we could not well have believed otherwise than that the maximum wrath of God had descended upon us. The rain now commenced to run down the chimney in rivers causing greater clouds of smoke to billow out as. though not yet Quite reduced to this State emotionally, our eyes streamed tears. To this moment I cannot fathom why we did not extinguish the fire ourselves for we fought a losing battle with not even a consolation prize of half-cooked vegetables. When we awoke in the morning we were floating on a raft of rushes but outsidee where watet. seemed to be defying the laws of gravity and standing inches in the air, left no doubt as to our advantage.
-There is one hut in the "wilds" of Tasmania called "Dariwer Inn" which I did not visit but whose name always conjured up for ma a picture of a happy party on a rare, sunny day making a damper with such Success that the
-, ecstatic cook or his gastronomic party christened the hut after this toothsome morsel .... or it may even have been a large damper,- I think I piAurca it as such. Alas, one day some Philistine disillusioned me by =c0.1:11., me that the name meant "damper in than out".
-I was recently reading some very pungent lines by Gandhi :n which he criticised the modern craze for speed, mentioning particularly -nix., us ,2 of the motor car. I quite agreed in some respects but I am sure than even he would have approved the motor car as a means of getting away for a while to the mountains after a period of strife and care on the plains. We were making Erach an escape towards Table Mountain in the centre of the island once through a furious, cold wind and only the prospect of a deserted house helped us to dare think of the future as sleet commenced to fall, Towards dark we arrived. It was ramshackle but several rooms were intact, one being half filled with si-AAw which, with the bits of genuine wallpaper adhering to the walls, made us ferl. quite gay. There were tall,pine trees over the house and they groaned a. tc,soed as we struggled with the fire which needed such coaxing that I was t.'tsht a valuable lesson in cooking. My chop fried so slowly that it turned 0j,T to be the'most unqualifiedly magnificent I have ever eaten and the memory cif it has always been a comfort when faced with restaurant failures and now, in the darker days of meat rationing, my spirit will receive grater balm from the past.
-On just such another day we set out for the East Coast of Tasmania intending to climb The Thums at Orford, The East Coast is reputedly the Cote cl azur of Tasmania but on this occasion it was bitterly cold and in addition the whole district had just received a deluge, rivers were running bankers and lifeless swamps covered the ground. Luckily this was where
-e r9venth cousin came in with a hut in an outlying paddock and we groped in the dark collecting a huge pile of wc)od, by means of which the fire
-wy J.ept going all night and I managed to narrowly escape death by freezing. I cannot think of any situation in life more pleasant than to have some compe nion who believes in keeping the fire alight the night through and who (Oh blessedness) feels the cold just a little more than you so that he is aways up feeding and stirring the embers just before you suffer the final aEonies in pursuit of your pleasure,
-When Lake Fenton was the rendez-vous circumstances were transformed. From the six or so huts a choice could be made, account being taken of such factors as the bunks, the behaviour of the fireplade, proximity to the woodleesp and the addition of a verandah, There was always too a segregation, c ven uf unexpressed, of the exuberant and noisy element.
-I shall ,never forget my first visit to the Mt.Rufus hut which was
- one of my earliest and most trying trips in the snow. The hut was not izlished and parties were expected to take with them various items of fur71:Thing and additional accessories. Heavy show had fallen the night before alrd the first hundred yards were easily the best as I trudged up the twelve hendred feet, I think it was, with a week-end pack, a pair of skis and a cleosene tin full of panes of glass for the windows and various pieces of
- which, when -jig-sawed together with other pieces of wood, formed a table, most vivid recollection of the hut was our heating of it to such a tempeJ
-eYature that we had to walk outside in the middle of the ni:,,ht to cool off a,:spite the fact that the outside, tem,)erp,ture was well below freezing point,
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-The huts in the Lake St.Clair Reserve, need an article on their own but of one in particular I want to tell you my experience.
-Te were ro-riewing out itinerary at Fergie's on Lake St,Clair when Oleerles, FereeLe!'"ofjf-eider, piped in with the gratuitous news that a new ln hod oaen bLeat leree Credle Meeintain, This suited us admirably, but as Charlee wa s a very imae:f raive lad I catechised him thoroughly to make sure he had saen the place, Yee,,he had stayed there . We had already survived a rather heavy, 'cr),ing day when we rounded the rock walls of Cradle Mountain scrutinione the slopes as we went for signs of the hut. Here for the first
-time we deep, snow on the track and in places water had cut through drifts tweeTy feat deep so we became, a little apprehensive at the thought of a night out-
-rresettly on the surface of the sno'w'appea'red an eminence which did not
+Nature was so very often harsh that, instead of enumerating in our minds the best camp-sites in terms of permanent water, of soft grasses and leaves for bedding or of abundant wood, we had to give first place to a roof over our heads even if it were not a whole one. Therefore we became aware of all the deserted farmhouses or someone knew someone whose friend lived near the desired mountain and possessed a barn or a shed. There were also the Government huts in National Park, the Hobart Walking Club possessed two in exciting localities and, on one occasion at Adventure Bay, Bruni Island we even rented a week-ender for the night.
-look cie*+,e natural so we went across to make a close examination. It proved to he he ridge of the roof just Poking out above the snow and when we dragged away Eseie of the snow we peered in and found a pleasant little tea-house for Summer visitors. A turn of anxious: ape d brought us to mNeldheim", a hot bath, a bed and other luxurias.
-SADLY MIST (CUICTIYUED) by MUMBEDAH.
+My introduction to a roof over my head (while walking) was on the Mt. Dromedary trip. It had been noised abroad that we were to sleep in a barn, and our quarters proved to be a solidly built, commodious store hut in one end of which corn sacks were piled high, serving as a mattress ard insulating us from the stone floor. Unfortunately we were placed in a much used cow paddock and the circle around the fire, which dared not sit, smacked very much of the steppes and needed only a cow-dung fire to complete the illusion.
-We had just settled own to a quiet Saturday afternoon before a kindly fire, when sweet female voices smote our ears from the little saddle one ore-es to reach the cave. "There's someone here, there's a fire burning vrew iy", we heard a voice say, and as we peered expectantly round the corner, what should loom into view but two "covered waggons" under which peered personage of Dorothy Lawry and Grace Edgecombe. Then we said hello all over again ler the third time, as we hadn't seen them for a few days, and were just getting Gv c.:2 the sad'parting. They had changed their plans by coming up Crunglebungle ?ae5 and across to Kanangra instead of crossing from Kanangra River to Mumbedah Ceeek, r-itb the advent of visitors, and taking into account the large amount o2 food they reckoned they were going to eat, we all set off to gather more weoJ, Whilst busily squelching around, we were surprised to hear the roar
-metor--pyclea, and a mechanised force of four men aroached wearing riding breaches,' "Can we get through to Burragorang from here tonight"?, they innocently asked, -We stood open-mouthes for a while and wondered if they were
+Not always did we have the security of walls a foot thick. Over the back of Mt. Wellington is a hut called "Thark" - a name which always titillates my imagination but whose meaning or origin I have never enquired into. I connect it, probably quite wrongly, with something Greek and aesthetically perfect and still do despite the fact that even before I went there it had an evil reputation chiefly connected with the fireplace. We would never have arrived on this fateful occasion if one of the members of the party had not been a previous visitor, for the fog was so dense on the featureless landscape that it was not until I was pushing open the door with my nose that I realised the hut was there.
-a bend of anknown "Tigers", but they made it clear from their information that they were going to ride down Gingra and over Scott's', which after all, would be cleeta an accomplishment on a good mountain-bred horse. We enlightened them by c'eowing them our walking maps, and they decided to take out advice and camp in
-the
+However, even the thin walls gaping with cracks, the earthen floor covered with brushwood and the general air of dampness and prolonged decay did not fail to warm the heart as we escaped from the clammy, penetrating, isolating fog. Scarcely were we inside before it commenced to rain in torrents but we hopefully began to kindly a fire in the fireplace and managed a fair blaze. But the Flagellants never suffered half so much in their efforts at self-laceration as we. Every exacerbation, every curse which has ever been hurled at that fireplace was amply justified, not the slightest puff of smoke ascended the chimney and had we been of Cain's cast of mind we could not well have believed otherwise than that the maximum wrath of God had descended upon us. The rain now commenced to run down the chimney in rivers causing greater clouds of smoke to billow out as though not yet quite reduced to this State emotionally, our eyes streamed tears. To this moment I cannot fathom why we did not extinguish the fire ourselves for we fought a losing battle with not even a consolation prize of half-cooked vegetables. When we awoke in the morning we were floating on a raft of rushes but outside where water seemed to be defying the laws of gravity and standing inches in the air, left no doubt as to our advantage.
-cave for the night and proceed back to the Oberon Road on the morrow and
-re;aeb the objective via Mt.Colong. They left next morning wiser men.
+There is one hut in the "wilds" of Tasmania called "Damper Inn" which I did not visit but whose name always conjured up for ma a picture of a happy party on a rare, sunny day making a damper with such success that the ecstatic cook or his gastronomic party christened the hut after this toothsome morsel... or it may even have been a large damper - I think I pictured it as such. Alas, one day some Philistine disillusioned me by telling me that the name meant "damper in than out".
-It was on this particular morning that I witnessed the finest, mountain mie i; I have pr6r. bOeld. Commencingabout a thousand feet below, in the Deep,
-rtrecchaa."Nayina'flat unbroken sea right up to Nellies Glen, rolling over
+I was recently reading some very pungent lines by Gandhi in which he criticised the modern craze for speed, mentioning particularly the use of the motor car. I quite agreed in some respects but I am sure that even he would have approved the motor car as a means of getting away for a while to the mountains after a period of strife and care on the plains. We were making such an escape towards Table Mountain in the centre of the island once through a furious, cold wind and only the prospect of a deserted house helped us to dare think of the future as sleet commenced to fall. Towards dark we arrived. It was ramshackle but several rooms were intact, one being half filled with straw which, with the bits of genuine wallpaper adhering to the walls, made us feel quite gay. There were tall pine trees over the house and they groaned and tossed as we struggled with the fire which needed such coaxing that I was taught a valuable lesson in cooking. My chop fried so slowly that it turned out to be the most unqualifiedly magnificent I have ever eaten and the memory of it has always been a comfort when faced with restaurant failures and now, in the darker days of meat rationing, my spirit will receive grater balm from the past.
-,o1 giant we've like aeceighty comber breaking., The right over the Loee Ccx, up Kedumba and afi'Fly76ver the Burragorang Table(lands tp the coastal eidza, in one unbroken flat plateau of cotton-wool. Theirising,sun made the whole scene one of great brilliance which almost hurt the eyes, It is remark-
-.
+On just such another day we set out for the East Coast of Tasmania intending to climb The Thums at Orford. The East Coast is reputedly the Cote d'azur of Tasmania but on this occasion it was bitterly cold and in addition the whole district had just received a deluge, rivers were running bankers and lifeless swamps covered the ground. Luckily this was where a seventh cousin came in with a hut in an outlying paddock and we groped in the dark collecting a huge pile of wood, by means of which the fire was kept going all night and I managed to narrowly escape death by freezing. I cannot think of any situation in life more pleasant than to have some companion who believes in keeping the fire alight the night through and who (Oh blessedness) feels the cold just a little more than you so that he is aways up feeding and stirring the embers just before you suffer the final agonies in pursuit of your pleasure.
--5-
-. able to record that whilst we gazed about in the warming sun, a party of Sr-2.W.'s were camped at Glenallan Crossing in the pouring rain under the mist.
+When Lake Fenton was the rendez-vous circumstances were transformed. From the six or so huts a choice could be made, account being taken of such factors as the bunks, the behaviour of the fireplade, proximity to the woodkeep and the addition of a verandah. There was always too a segregation, even if unexpressed, of the exuberant and noisy element.
-' With our cameras busy oh the job, and in a zealous endeavour to take a delayed- action photo of Grace,Sproggo and self on Kanangra Head, I set my camera up some dietance back on the cliff edge. Releasing the trigger, I raced round to the point,.to be in the scene, and when about ten yards therefrom, nose-dived on solid sandstone, scrambled up, and just made it, as was demonstrated on the dr p. of the film. Clinical examination revealed a sprained left wrist and a split knee which soon commenced to swell, (and which confined me to
-camp for the following two days). Howeveri in comp:nsation for the spill, I had the pleasure of seeing the picture in the (now defunct) "Sydney Lail".
+I shall never forget my first visit to the Mt. Rufus hut which was also one of my earliest and most trying trips in the snow. The hut was not finished and parties were expected to take with them various items of furnishing and additional accessories. Heavy snow had fallen the night before and the first hundred yards were easily the best as I trudged up the twelve hendred feet, I think it was, with a week-end pack, a pair of skis and a keosene tin full of panes of glass for the windows and various pieces of which, when jig-sawed together with other pieces of wood, formed a table. My most vivid recollection of the hut was our heating of it to such a temperature that we had to walk outside in the middle of the night to cool off despite the fact that the outside temperature was well below freezing point.
-Dorothy and Grace pushed off that morning, bearing the Royal Mail for our families, and we said goodbye again for the third and last time, as they disappeared over the top to take the short cut for Hughes', VJhite Deg and Katoomba. The mist soon broke, and rain again set in and continued on and off for ter dayst during which time no further excitement befell us. It must be placed on record that a pair of Sproggo's brand-new hand-knitted socks, scarcely off the needles, were inadvertently roasted over the fire. Much gnashing of teeth. My knee was sufficiently recovered on the third morning for us to leave the Walls, and we set off in the down-pour and pea-soup gloom, and eventually reached the Kowmung via Hughes' Ridge, the latter, giving my knee the works. So we camped at about 2 j).m. that day, and rechad the Cox the following night just on dusk, wet through, and just before the Kowmung commenced to rise. We were delighted to find a heap of kindling wood at the junction which had been left there by the girls, which was more than welcome, and we here and now reiterate our thanks for this typical bush-walking gesture. We had not spared the tucker as we had sufficient to last until lunch-time on Sunday and as yet it was only Wednesday night and did we have a tuck-in? Before dawn we were making Johnnie-cakes by torch-light, but cannot recommend them to be tossed in the dim light of tired batteries as there's many a slip 'tween pan and cake: Pine needles don't taste the best. Proceeding upstream, we went as far as Mouin Creek and ascended the White Dog by its most gentle slope, and as before, entered the band of mist. On top, ch,rcoal from the recent bush-fire ran down our limbs in dirty streams as we brushed through the dead trees. Medlow Gap was tricky with the land-marks left out but we soon reached the base of Debert's Knob where our ways parted. Sproggo wanted to return home to work on the canoe he was building whilst I naturally desired to haunt Canon's for the remainder of my unspent holiday. As I reached Glen Allan, I let out a coo-ee and heard Sproggo's answer high up on the non-visible Clear Hill,which reminded me of the weather-god having the last say.
-Wet and cold, I was glad to see Carlon's, and after washing off the producer-gas fuel, settled down to a hearty lunch before the blazing logs which always bring cheer to the heart. Ironically, the next three days were yerfect, se to show there was no ill-feeling, made the circuit of Carlon
+The huts in the Lake St. Clair Reserve need an article on their own but of one in particular I want to tell you my experience.
-reek, Upper Breqkfast Creek and the Black Dog, on the Friday. Few have ever traversed the upper part of this creek and will be well-rewarded to do 10 as there are many waterfalls with deep swimming pools and variety of track I'd rough, and a few rock-climbs. Saturday saw me dolyn Breakfast Creek to od Man Cox with a newcomer, and back up Galong to a hearty tea. As I gazed ecress at the main divide, now turning into purple haze, at the top of
-.............,101,=1111
+We were reviewing our itinerary at Fergie's on Lake St. Clair when Charles, Fergie's "off-sider", piped in with the gratuitous news that a new hut had been built under Cradle Mountain. This suited us admirably, but as Charles was a very imaginative lad I catechised him thoroughly to make sure he had saen the place. Yes, he had stayed there... We had already survived a rather heavy, trying day when we rounded the rock walls of Cradle Mountain scrutinising the slopes as we went for signs of the hut. Here for the first time we found deep snow on the track and in places water had cut through drifts twenty feat deep so we became a little apprehensive at the thought of a night out.
-Nellie's Glen on Sunday, it was goodbye to another holiday. Megalong was still bathed in brilliant sunshine, but the folds of the ridges loading down to the Cox were merging into the deelo purple of the ste,ply-rising mountain be ond, A hard road walk soon brought me into Katoomba to se,,! the tourists in thir Sunday bext, pretnding to be enjoying themselves walking around thc: b1)017, At the time one wonders if the long trip, with its hardships is worLb while, but the anticipation of the coming long-weekend on the nalc aianue.Llici tion soon dispels all doubts, and here we are again making out 1:oo,5lists and pouring over the map.
-it worth while - I ask YOU 1!:
+Presently on the surface of the snow appeared an eminence which did not look quite natural so we went across to make a close examination. It proved to be the ridge of the roof just poking out above the snow and when we dragged away some of the snow we peered in and found a pleasant little tea-house for Summer visitors. A turn of anxious speed brought us to "Waldheim", a hot bath, a bed and other luxuries.
-RESTORATION
+----
+=====Sadly Mist (Continued).=====
+by Mumbedah.
+We had just settled own to a quiet Saturday afternoon before a kindly fire, when sweet female voices smote our ears from the little saddle one crosses to reach the cave. "There's someone here, there's a fire burning anyway", we heard a voice say, and as we peered expectantly round the corner, what should loom into view but two "covered waggons" under which peered personage of Dorothy Lawry and Grace Edgecombe. Then we said hello all over again for the third time, as we hadn't seen them for a few days, and were just getting over the sad parting. They had changed their plans by coming up Crunglebungle Pass and across to Kanangra instead of crossing from Kanangra River to Mumbedah Ceeek. With the advent of visitors, and taking into account the large amount of food they reckoned they were going to eat, we all set off to gather more wood. Whilst busily squelching around, we were surprised to hear the roar of motor-cycles, and a mechanised force of four men aroached wearing riding breaches. "Can we get through to Burragorang from here tonight"?, they innocently asked. We stood open-mouthed for a while and wondered if they were a band of unknown "Tigers", but they made it clear from their information that they were going to ride down Gingra and over Scott's, which after all, would be quite an accomplishment on a good mountain-bred horse. We enlightened them by c'eowing them our walking maps, and they decided to take our advice and camp in the cave for the night and proceed back to the Oberon Road on the morrow and reach the objective via Mt. Colong. They left next morning wiser men.
+It was on this particular morning that I witnessed the finest mountain mist I have ever beheld. Commencing about a thousand feet below, in the Deep, it stretched away in a flat unbroken sea right up to Nellies Glen, rolling over the Dogs in a giant wave like a mighty comber breaking. The right over the Lower Cox, up Kedumba and away over the Burragorang Tablelands to the coastal ridge, in one unbroken flat plateau of cotton-wool. The rising sun made the whole scene one of great brilliance which almost hurt the eyes, It is remarkable to record that whilst we gazed about in the warming sun, a party of S.B.W.'s were camped at Glenallan Crossing in the pouring rain under the mist. With our cameras busy on the job, and in a zealous endeavour to take a delayed-action photo of Grace, Sproggo and self on Kanangra Head, I set my camera up some dietance back on the cliff edge. Releasing the trigger, I raced round to the point, to be in the scene, and when about ten yards therefrom, nose-dived on solid sandstone, scrambled up, and just made it, as was demonstrated on the d. & p. of the film. Clinical examination revealed a sprained left wrist and a split knee which soon commenced to swell, (and which confined me to camp for the following two days). However, in compensation for the spill, I had the pleasure of seeing the picture in the (now defunct) "Sydney Mail".
+Dorothy and Grace pushed off that morning, bearing the Royal Mail for our families, and we said goodbye again for the third and last time, as they disappeared over the top to take the short cut for Hughes', White Dog and Katoomba. The mist soon broke, and rain again set in and continued on and off for two days, during which time no further excitement befell us. It must be placed on record that a pair of Sproggo's brand-new hand-knitted socks, scarcely off the needles, were inadvertently roasted over the fire. Much gnashing of teeth. My knee was sufficiently recovered on the third morning for us to leave the Walls, and we set off in the down-pour and pea-soup gloom, and eventually reached the Kowmung via Hughes' Ridge, the latter giving my knee the works. So we camped at about 2 p.m. that day, and rechad the Cox the following night just on dusk, wet through, and just before the Kowmung commenced to rise. We were delighted to find a heap of kindling wood at the junction which had been left there by the girls, which was more than welcome, and we here and now reiterate our thanks for this typical bush-walking gesture. We had not spared the tucker as we had sufficient to last until lunch-time on Sunday and as yet it was only Wednesday night and did we have a tuck-in? Before dawn we were making Johnnie-cakes by torch-light, but cannot recommend them to be tossed in the dim light of tired batteries as there's many a slip 'tween pan and cake! Pine needles don't taste the best. Proceeding upstream, we went as far as Mouin Creek and ascended the White Dog by its most gentle slope, and as before, entered the band of mist. On top, charcoal from the recent bush-fire ran down our limbs in dirty streams as we brushed through the dead trees. Medlow Gap was tricky with the land-marks left out but we soon reached the base of Debert's Knob where our ways parted. Sproggo wanted to return home to work on the canoe he was building whilst I naturally desired to haunt Carlon's for the remainder of my unspent holiday. As I reached Glen Allan, I let out a coo-ee and heard Sproggo's answer high up on the non-visible Clear Hill, which reminded me of the weather-god having the last say.
+Wet and cold, I was glad to see Carlon's, and after washing off the producer-gas fuel, settled down to a hearty lunch before the blazing logs which always bring cheer to the heart. Ironically, the next three days were perfect, so to show there was no ill-feeling, made the circuit of Carlon Creek, Upper Breakfast Creek and the Black Dog, on the Friday. Few have ever traversed the upper part of this creek and will be well-rewarded to do so as there are many waterfalls with deep swimming pools and variety of track I'd rough, and a few rock-climbs. Saturday saw me down Breakfast Creek to old Man Cox with a newcomer, and back up Galong to a hearty tea. As I gazed across at the main divide, now turning into purple haze, at the top of Nellie's Glen on Sunday, it was goodbye to another holiday. Megalong was still bathed in brilliant sunshine, but the folds of the ridges leading down to the Cox were merging into the deep purple of the steeply-rising mountain beyond. A hard road walk soon brought me into Katoomba to see the tourists in their Sunday best, pretending to be enjoying themselves walking around the block. At the time one wonders if the long trip, with its hardships is worth while, but the anticipation of the coming long-weekend on the next annual vacation soon dispels all doubts, and here we are again making out foodlists and pouring over the map.
+it worth while - I ask YOU !!!
+----
+=====Restoration.=====
 (Author unknown)
-For the mind weary with the world's work,
-vith teaching and telling what it ses,
-God made the cool winds and the wide spaces
-And the long nights and the green trees.
-Wide islaces for the mind's adjusting,
-Cool winds for the tired brow,
-And the still nights that the soul might find itself Mid the wordless message of the rustling boughs.
-Why must we have enough memory to recall to the tiniest
-detail what has happened: to us, and not have enough,to remel2ber
-how many times we have told it to the same person? -- 4 La Rochefoucauld.
-INSIDE INFGPMATION
-Well, we have no engagements to announce this month, a sure sign that
+For the mind weary with the world's work,\\
-Spring is over, but we have two additions to the Junior Bushwalking section of the club.
+vith teaching and telling what it sees,\\
-Lieut. Alan and Audrey Whitfield have acquired a daughter whom they are
+God made the cool winds and the wide spaces\\
-calling Helen Margaret.
+And the long nights and the green trees.\\
- Mr. and Mrs. Ashdown (Jean Malcolm) also announce the birth of a daughter.
+Wide spaces for the mind's adjusting,\\
-Congratulations from the Bushwalkers to all these parents.
+Cool winds for the tired brow,\\
-What a pity George Dibley is not interested in talking parrots instead of heLveleee a passion for pigeons. We might then hear something about another '
+And the still nights that the soul might find itself\\
-bird in whom George is said to be showing a deep interest. We do- hope it is of the homing variety.
+Mid the wordless message of the rustling boughs.
-The services committee had a very profitable evening Friday the 26th of
-thlee month. Mouldy Harrison saw to the financial side by circulating round
+----
-the room optimistically thrusting an outsize in saucepans under everyones eyes
-,itil a very meaning look. Mouldy, not the saucepan had the meaning look. We believe the saucepan, together with auction and raffle yielded about e2,16.
+Why must we have enough memory to recall to the tiniest detail what has happened: to us, and not have enough to remember how many times we have told it to the same person?
-Our President gave her own Chrj,stening robe to be raffled for which, Hilma with an eye to the future perhaps, enthusiastically peddled tickets. We noticed that Under her eagle eye even hardened bachelors bought tickets. The robe was won. by Jess Martin and; we believe in amens.
-Grace Edgecombe was behind the scenes nobly carrying out the jobs of Producer, Stage nenager, and Dresser, for the short sketches which were quite obviously enjoyed by the performers,
+La Rochefoucauld.
-As Androcles in "Androcles and the Lion" Alex Colley was quite a find,
-if he forgive us the expression, being an exasperaingly pious. Christian which Malcolm.McGregor as the Lion with leanings towards Vegetarianism, steadfastly declined to eat.
+----
-Then just as we had finished blowing our nose and wiping our eyes over this story of the misjudged lion, Edgar Yardley came along anef. told us about
-anoter'lion and a depressing Child called Albert.
+=====Inside Information.=====
-Male Stars predominated in the show this year and an amusing Bridge party
-was played by Reg.Alder, Stan Martin, John Noble, and the first mentioned. lion. This was played sotto voce quite unintentionally we believe.
+Well, we have no engagements to announce this month, a sure sign that Spring is over, but we have two additions to the Junior Bushwalking section of the club.
-A set of quintuplets very commendably shot each other separately as each
-failed to reach the high note in their rendering of "I'll keep going my way" and shoeting was too good for the chap who spoiled our last line in "Agatha end Farquar" by pulling the curtain across too soon1
+Lieut. Alan and Audrey Whitfield have acquired a daughter whom they are calling Helen Margaret.
-here was quite a roll up of S.B.IAT's and Rucksack club members who came' to 4support the Services Committee's effort.'
-"Frosty" was there with her husband John Forshaw who is in the A.I.F. te looks awfully nice "Frosty",
+Mr. and Mrs. Ashdown (Jean Malcolm) also announce the birth of a daughter. Congratulations from the Bushwalkers to all these parents.
-.
-. A DISCOURSE ON THE MAGIC OF EATING OUT OF DOORS An Extract from Stephen Leacock,
+What a pity George Dibley is not interested in talking parrots instead of having a passion for pigeons. We might then hear something about another little bird in whom George is said to be showing a deep interest. We do hope it is of the homing variety.
-I want in this chapter to talk about eating in the open air -- about the joy and exhiaaraLion of: 1t, about the health of it. I'm enthusiastic about it, I'm cve z7 ove.. it und have been for years. I.think that eating air is the creat-:Et tcnic, rJtimulant, res'orative -- I can't think of enough words for it, itthoc will give a first idea.
-Here L)4,7 Jf.,31 end eat, Tasted good? Doesn't it? Digest it?
+The services committee had a very profitable evening Friday the 26th of this month. Mouldy Harrison saw to the financial side by circulating round the room optimistically thrusting an outsize in saucepans under everyones eyes with a very meaning look. Mouldy, not the saucepan had the meaning look. We believe the saucepan, together with auction and raffle yielded about £16.
-Why, my dear that osh air blowing into you, you could digest a
-chunk of Eandiono
+Our President gave her own Christening robe to be raffled for which, Hilma with an eye to the future perhaps, enthusiastically peddled tickets. We noticed that under her eagle eye even hardened bachelors bought tickets. The robe was won by Jess Martin and we believe in omens.
-You sec, if I ma7 interi upt myself to say it again, the point is, not that you arc 0.AinfT, open air, but that you are actually eating air. As every cheT3F,t 0::ve2:; good one) knows, air is made up of equal parts of oxygen, hydrogen., Tito,m, iron and alcohol, with just a little touch of the saner elements of argol and gargol, those these last were Ir.,R:re only
-found a few years ago Now these are the very thingF. that supTort life, and these are what is found in fresh air, Only the air must be fresh. The ordinary indoor air that you breathe is filled with dust, feathers, dried ink, powdered leather -- heaven knows what, You need only to let a full streak of sunlight break into a room to 'see what the air contains. Now when you're out in the open, in the straight, clear open, you're breathing the pure oxygen, taking in argol and alcohol. with 'crery breath. Have you ever seen one of those muddy looking Highland gillies who spend their days on the windswept moors aid the open. braes and breeks? You haven(t? Well neither have I, but I've seen pictures of them, in the Scotch whisky advertisements, That makes them ruddy? That makes them live till they die? The fresh air, the alcohol.'
+Grace Edgecombe was behind the scenes nobly carrying out the jobs of Producer, Stage Manager, and Dresser, for the short sketches which were quite obviously enjoyed by the performers.
-Cooking out of doors -- over a fire made in the bush! How I would like to give a whole lecture on it! I'd like to get the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Librarian of the British Museum -- I mean people who live indoors, and take them into the Canadian bush and cook them a steak! My4 Wouldn't they be surprised when I showed them that the point is you don't make a big fire but a little fire! I'd like the Pope to watch while I laid down two small logs side by side. O'd like the Archbishop to say, "But surely the logs are made too green to burn and I say "No, no, you are, I want the logs green so they won't burn! Now, witch me cook the steak--see it jump--see those ashes falling-into the pan? That's what puts the taste in .... .Excuse me I must upset it once. Now Pope you're the senior, here's yours. East it on a shingle...,. Now watch me boil the tea, boiled from the cold water up... But stnp! the Archbishop wants mote steak.
-So there's the topic, it is--real as real and one of the greatest things in the world, Eat more air, Never mind vitamins, the air is full of them, Eat the a7:r. Take it in with every bite, breathe it in with every morsel
+As Androcles in "Androcles and the Lion" Alex Colley was quite a find, if he'll forgive us the expression, being an exasperaingly pious Christian which Malcolm McGregor as the Lion with leanings towards Vegetarianism, steadfastly declined to eat.
--Tell the doctors about it? You don't need to. They know it. Don't you 0 know that every doctor, the moment he gets a few days off, beats it for the bush? Any time you go into the rough country, in the bush ane round thelakes you find it full of doctors, eating steak beside a log...., but you's hardly expect them to bring:their patients.
-THE =ION HUT
+Then just as we had finished blowing our nose and wiping our eyes over this story of the misjudged lion, Edgar Yardley came along and told us about another lion and a depressing child called Albert.
-^
-' We are publishing a letter received during the month by the Editor of the
+Male Stars predominated in the show this year and an amusing Bridge party was played by Reg. Alder, Stan Martin, John Noble, and the first mentioned lion. This was played sotto voce quite unintentionally we believe.
-"Sydney Bushwalker" from John Harvey, now living at Sandy Bay, Hob-rt,Tasmania, - 'Dear Clare -- With reference to Dorothy Lawry' s article on "Rumours and Fe,ats", I do not think she nor Dot English ned have any worries about the
-alleged reaction of the Hobart Walking Club about the loss of the elion Hut in Lake St,Clair Reserve, - I understand it is just over the border from the Cradle Mountains Reserve, and thus under control of Nlti?nal Park Loard.
+A set of quintuplets very commendably shot each other separately as each failed to reach the high note in their rendering of "I'll keep going my way" and shooting was too good for the chap who spoiled our last line in "Agatha end Farquar" by pulling the curtain across too soon.
-I am now a fairly actilre member of the Hobart Walking Club e nd a member of the CCrie-te, and since the occurrence I have herd only one
-referenCe to the f!...-e; it was a casual remark by Mr.Jack Thwaites, a member
+There was quite a roll up of S.B.W's and Rucksack club members who came to support the Services Committee's effort.
-of the Nationa2 leark Board, that the hut was burnt down, and he expressed regret, No other remark was paseed, the S.B.W's were not mentioned, and there was certvinly not the slightest suggestion of annoyance and hostility. The hut did not in any, case belong to the club. The Hobart walking Club
-is hot a highly organised concern like the S.B.W's.--quite a small, informal, and friendly body, and it is impossible to imagine the members getting up in arms about something that Was. a Puis aecideat,. especially as fires here are - very 'common in the bush, and do not seem to ,be.., looked upon as the major
+"Frosty" was there with her husband John Forshaw who is in the A.I.F. He looks awfully nice "Frosty".
-they are in N,S,W.
+----
+=====A Discourse On The Magic Of Eating Out Of Doors.=====
+===An Extract from Stephen Leacock.===
+I want in this chapter to talk about eating in the open air -- about the joy and exhilaration of it, about the health of it. I'm enthusiastic about it, I'm crazy over it and have been for years. I think that eating air is the greatest tonic, stimulant, restorative -- I can't think of enough words for it, but these will give a first idea.
+Here let's sit down and eat. Tasted good? Doesn't it? Digest it? Why, my dear sir with that fresh air blowing into you, you could digest a chunk of sandstone rock.
+You see, if I may interrupt myself to say it again, the point is, not that you are eating in the open air, but that you are actually __eating air__. As every chemist (every good one) knows, air is made up of equal parts of oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, iron and alcohol, with just a little touch of the saner elements of argol and gargol, though these last were only found a few years ago. Now these are the very things that support life, and these are what is found in fresh air. Only the air must be fresh. The ordinary indoor air that you breathe is filled with dust, feathers, dried ink, powdered leather -- heaven knows what. You need only to let a full streak of sunlight break into a room to see what the air contains. Now when you're out in the open, in the straight, clear open, you're breathing the pure oxygen, taking in argol and alcohol with every breath. Have you ever seen one of those muddy looking Highland gillies who spend their days on the windswept moors and the open braes and breeks? You haven't? Well neither have I, but I've seen pictures of them, in the Scotch whisky advertisements. That makes them ruddy? What makes them live till they die? The fresh air, the alcohol.
+....
+__Cooking out of doors__ -- over a fire made in the bush! How I would like to give a whole lecture on it! I'd like to get the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Librarian of the British Museum -- I mean people who live indoors, and take them into the Canadian bush and cook them a steak! My! Wouldn't they be surprised when I showed them that the point is you don't make a big fire but a little fire! I'd like the Pope to watch while I laid down two small logs side by side. I'd like the Archbishop to say, "But surely the logs are made too green to burn and I say "No, no, you are, I want the logs green so they won't burn! Now, watch me cook the steak -- see it jump -- see those ashes falling-into the pan? That's what puts the taste in... Excuse me I must upset it once. Now Pope you're the senior, here's yours. Eat it on a shingle... Now watch me boil the tea, boiled from the cold water up... But stop! the Archbishop wants mote steak.
+So there's the topic, it is -- real as real and one of the greatest things in the world. __Eat more air__. Never mind vitamins, the air is full of them. __Eat the air__. Take it in with every bite, breathe it in with every morsel...
+Tell the doctors about it? You don't need to. They know it. Don't you know that every doctor, the moment he gets a few days off, beats it for the bush? Any time you go into the rough country, in the bush and round the lakes you find it full of doctors, eating steak beside a log... but you'd hardly expect them to bring their patients.
+----
+=====The Pelion Hut.=====
+We are publishing a letter received during the month by the Editor of the "Sydney Bushwalker" from John Harvey, now living at Sandy Bay, Hobart,Tasmania.
+'Dear Clare -- With reference to Dorothy Lawry's article on "Rumours and Facts", I do not think she nor Dot English need have any worries about the alleged reaction of the Hobart Walking Club about the loss of the Pelion Hut in Lake St. Clair Reserve, - I understand it is just over the border from the Cradle Mountains Reserve, and thus under control of National Park Board.
+I am now a fairly active member of the Hobart Walking Club and a member of the Committee, and since the occurrence I have heard only one reference to the fire; it was a casual remark by Mr. Jack Thwaites, a member of the National Park Board, that the hut was burnt down, and he expressed regret. No other remark was paseed, the S.B.W's were not mentioned, and there was certainly not the slightest suggestion of annoyance and hostility. The hut did not in any case belong to the club. The Hobart Walking Club is not a highly organised concern like the S.B.W's. - quite a small, informal, and friendly body, and it is impossible to imagine the members getting up in arms about something that was a pure accident, especially as fires here are very common in the bush, and do not seem to be looked upon as the major disasters they are in N.S.W.
 I hope this will set at rest the minds of all concerned.'
+----
 IETTERS FROM TBE LADS BILLY DUKE (continued) ,
 This orderly carried the, for half a,mile - a might man is all I can say. We were packed like flies'orithe jeeps, I sat on the bonnet along with two other chaps. They're invaluable- up'this way.