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 A monthly bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
-No.124\\
+|No.124 |APRIL, 1945 |Price 6d|
-APRIL, 1945\\
-Price 6d.
-Editor: Ray Kirkby \\
+|Editor: |Ray Kirkby |
-Assist: Grace Jolly \\
+|Assist: |Grace Jolly |
-Bus. Man:  John Johnson\\
+|Bus. Man:  |John Johnson|
-Production: Yvonne Rolfe\\
+|Production: |Yvonne Rolfe|
-Assist: Alice Wyborn\\
+|Assist: |Alice Wyborn|
-Sales & Subs: Betty Dickenson.
+|Sales & Subs: |Betty Dickenson|
 =====CONTENTS=====
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 The parched earth is dry, \\
 And we die,\\
-The little children die.
+The little children die. \\
+\\
 The mealies cannot grow, \\
 The grass is burnt away, \\
 And grim death\\
-Is haunting us always.
+Is haunting us always. \\
+\\
 The God who lives on high \\
 Is no Father to us now, \\
 For we die,\\
-In agony we die.
+In agony we die. \\
+\\
 The cattle all are gone, \\
 The children reel and faint, \\
 And they die, \\
 O Father God, they die.\\
-//
+\\ //
 David John Barlow.
 =====A NEW CHUM’S MISADVENTURE ON MT EGMONT=====
 by Dorothy Hasluck.
 Being the middle of winter and unable to get a car to the mountain, I decided to walk (plus suit case) the ten miles from the little village where the bus dropped me. As the last four miles ascended 3,000ft, I was ready to sing a hymn of hate to said case, but on the appearance of a lorry changed to a hail of delight and unblushingly rode the last mile.
 Having made up my mind to go to Bells Falls, on arrival at the Hostel I persuaded the manager to allow me to go alone as there was no one to accompany me. So, together with the guide's dog, I set forth clad as for town in frock and rose-coloured coat and ordinary walking shoes, such things as matches, torch and maps being quite beyond my ken; the only concession to bush and mountain being an alpinstock!!! How my present walking friends would have looked aghast at such a Spectacle!
 We had to climb up to the 5,000ft level and then the track led round the mountain. All went well till we reached the signpost where the track divided - one to the Falls, the other to the ranges. My four-footed friend trotted off, on seeing which direction I was taking, across two miles of boggy moss into which you sank up to your knees. I thought it strange that this had not been mentioned in the directions given me but, seeing the river some distance below, concluded it was all right. However, to my confusion, the track led across the river and, worse still, commenced rising steeply. I thought it might cut across a ridge and descend higher up the river, but no, it still went on aspiring. By this time I was beginning to rebel against its ascending tendencies. The weather was deteriorating and I had been five hours covering (supposedly) five miles, so I came to the bright - or should I say "brilliant" - conclusion that there was something wrong.
 Calling to the dog, who did not return, I started back across the bog, lost my direction and landed into a lot of heavy scrub, trekking round for three hours trying to find the track. Master dog, on his return, was no help whatever as he just dashed about in circles, thinking it all fun and games for his special benefit. By this time my temper was rather agitated as to spend the night out there was not a very enviable prospect. However, rather belatedly, my head came to the rescue and I sat down to calmly think out the position, which thought resulted in my finding the track in twenty minutes. In spite of clothes being somewhat the worse for wear and both legs streaming with blood, life presented a much more cheerful aspect.
 On the return trip a snow slope ending in a precipice had frozen hard so I had to cut some steps and balance across in nail-less shoes, a very ticklish enterprise, but worse was to follow. A steep shingle slide with a narrow track across collapsed beneath my not so light tread, precipitating me ten feet, and only by the grace of the gods was further progress down five hundred more feet prevented, As I was surveying the possibilities of getting up again, I saw a hairy face looking over the edge with a surprised expression which said plainly; "Well, what on earth are you doing down there?" But this was no tinm for answering doggy enquiries. I had to get up, so, by dint of getting my foot on a small rock in the shingle bank and springing up I was able to throw myself on to the track emerging triumphant from the depths which almost claimed me.
 Alas for the town garb! Not only had it lost its pristine freshness, but it now looked ready to be relegated to the ragbag. However, nothing daunted, I plodded along the snow-clad track, measuring my length once or twice as I caught my feet on rocks and - when within a mile of the Hotel - met up with a search party, equipped with ropes, axes and all the doings for a rescue. After due explanation, we found that the sign-post was the wrong way round (how or why nobody seemed to know), so I was exonerated - to my  relief.
 Arriving back at about 10 p.m. I made an ignominious entry through the back regions, only to run into a party of guests whose faces all had an "I told you so" expression, This was too much, so I turned tail and fled - to the clamour of shocked exclamations at my appearance. So ended a new chum's mountain trek.
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-We are pleased to be able to publish the following letter bearing date 23rd February 1945 received from Mr. Swain, N.S.W. Commissioner for Forests:-
-//"In your issue of 22nd February, I have read, with considerable satisfaction, Mr. Alex. Colley’s account of a visit to Kioloa State Forest.
-It had been difficult for the Forest Service of this generation to live down the limited attitude of a previous generation, which say no more in our forests than the opportunity to "cash in and get out".
-Mr. Colley, however, has been able to recount that he found a State Forest being managed for the multiple service to the community which forests alone can supply - and within that multiple service the realisation of beauty and recreation.
-It is our ambition that all our State Forests should be so managed.
-Unfortunately, there are still large areas of our bushland just as fire-ridden and just as despoiled as those which bushwalkers of this generation are too often condemned to walk in Someday, perhaps, when the Forestry Commission has its due share of men and money, we shall be able to present to bushwalkers forest pilgrimages in all quarters of the State in which they can find their heart's desire - and ours.
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-For even foresters love their forests - But too often have to grieve for them.” //
+We are pleased to be able to publish the following letter bearing date 23rd February 1945 received from Mr. Swain, N.S.W. Commissioner for Forests:- \\
+\\
+// "In your issue of 22nd February, I have read, with considerable satisfaction, Mr. Alex. Colley’s account of a visit to Kioloa State Forest. \\
+\\
+It had been difficult for the Forest Service of this generation to live down the limited attitude of a previous generation, which say no more in our forests than the opportunity to "cash in and get out". \\
+\\
+Mr. Colley, however, has been able to recount that he found a State Forest being managed for the multiple service to the community which forests alone can supply - and within that multiple service the realisation of beauty and recreation. \\
+\\
+It is our ambition that all our State Forests should be so managed. \\
+\\
+Unfortunately, there are still large areas of our bushland just as fire-ridden and just as despoiled as those which bushwalkers of this generation are too often condemned to walk in Someday, perhaps, when the Forestry Commission has its due share of men and money, we shall be able to present to bushwalkers forest pilgrimages in all quarters of the State in which they can find their heart's desire - and ours. \\
+\\
+For even foresters love their forests - But too often have to grieve for them.”  \\ //
-=====WHY BUSH FIRES DO __NOT__ DO THE BUSH GOOD.=====
+=====WHY BUSH FIRES DO NOT DO THE BUSH GOOD.=====
 Marie B. Byles.
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 The season (so as the calendar says) is Autumn, but the bush looks like spring. Australia truly lives up to her tradition of topseyturvydom. We climb __down__ our mountain and make our roads and railways along the mountain tops. This season of Autumn (or "Fall" as our Yankee cousins say) distinctively the season of the falling leaf and preparation by the vegetation would for the coming rigours of Winter, but since the recent rains new leaves are sprouting everywhere and bush plants are taking swift advantage of good conditions. Boronias are in bud and the Queensland and Cootamundra wattles are preparing for their annual show, by the way. Have you ever noticed how long these wattles carry their flower buds. Within a few weeks of the seed pods opening the next years flower buds appear and remain on the tree for nearly nine months before bursting into golden splendour.
-The Casuarinas are in bloc to ate theme usually drab trees are clothed in glorious rushed suite and the sight of a well grown tree in the rays of the westering sun to one mostly forgotten. This show is confined to the male trees as the flowers on the female trees have to be looked for. The male flowers which cover the end of practically every "needle", though in the seas they make such a rich feast of colour are individually not much to look at until they are examined under a lens when a tiny spray of delicately tinted flowers is revealed.
+The Casuarinas are in bloom to and these usually drab trees are clothed in glorious rushet suite and the sight of a well grown tree in the rays of the westering sun to one not easily forgotten. This show is confined to the male trees as the flowers on the female trees have to be looked for. The male flowers which cover the end of practically every "needle", though in the mass they make such a rich feast of colour are individually not much to look at until they are examined under a lens when a tiny spray of delicately tinted flowers is revealed.
 Returning home (as it were) we have a yellow everlasting just bursting into bloom. We got the seed from the roadside of Barrengarry Pass. Everything else is making good headway except alas: the woody pear seedlings which have all died. More seeds have been planted and we are hoping for better luck this time.
-\\PADDY PALLIN
+\\ PADDY PALLIN
-\\327 George Street,
+\\ 327 George Street,
-\\Phone B.3101,
+\\ Phone B.3101,
-\\SYDNEY
+\\ SYDNEY
-\\__CAMP GEAR FOR WALKERS__
+\\ __CAMP GEAR FOR WALKERS__