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-SADLY MIST (CUICTIYUED) by MUMBEDAH.
+=====Sadly Mist (Continued).=====
-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
+by Mumbedah.
-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
+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.
-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.
+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".
-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
+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.
-,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-
-.
+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.
--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.
+it worth while - I ask YOU !!!
-' 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".
+----
-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
+=====Restoration.=====
-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
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-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!:
-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.
+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.
+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.
+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.
+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.
+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.
+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.
+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.
+There was quite a roll up of S.B.W's and Rucksack club members who came to support the Services Committee's effort.
+"Frosty" was there with her husband John Forshaw who is in the A.I.F. He looks awfully nice "Frosty".
+----
+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 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?