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-=====The Sydney Bushwalker=====
+=====The Sydney Bushwalker.=====
 A Monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers
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 |**Sales & Subscriptions**|Jean Harvey|
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 |If We Let It|Bona Dea|11|
 |More Tar| |12|
+=====Advertisements=====
+|Bill Mullins| 3|
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-=====The Knife=====
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 Kenneth Slessor.
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-BUT THE GREATEST OF THESE IS CHARITY.
+=====But The Greatest Of These Is Charity.=====
-On Friday/the 12th. of October/the Club decided tr alter its --meeting-nsightto,,Thursday of each week provided suitable premises could 'to obtained. At the Septemher,mating the constitution was altered by the requisite two thirds majority in such a way that any night of the wok could be chosen by members should a departure from Frtdayas prly stipulated/be desired. That a large body of members weloomz)d D. e1-. was shown by the immediate appeararee and passing of tho motiou Needless to say/the method adopted in effecting both these changcs reflected the principles of democratilb. procedure in which/it is LIssum%A, we all concur,
-It must be-admittad that the reasons put forWard by the protagonIsto for Thursday are cogent. They claimed that/even now/many people leave tae city on Friday to go on trips and are thus prevented from holding office in the club and attending meetings as they wish. Ifon the other hand/a member does accept office or in any other way endeavours to fulfil his obligations to the club he is frequently unable:as a consequenceste enjoy long weekend walks* When conditions return to normal it is certain that rol'o people will wish to leave the city on Friday night than was usual lql-ingsand even before/the war.
-The main argument put forward on behalf. of Friday was the personal one that some members are unable to attend on Thursday. That Friday should be inviolate solely because of tradition was not a'clatm likely to appeal to a progressive club nor to one wherelit is hoped,"the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit"
-That a number of members are prevented from attending the club bocause'of the change is very serious both for the club and the members* However/we must not forget that/on the principle of "all those away
-please put up their hands",no voice was raised on behalf of those indtvid. -uals unable to attend on Fridays or on behalf of those potential members who decided not to apply for membership for the same reason.
-The interests of the majority are generally claimed to be the deciding factor in a matter such as this andlas a rule of thumb/it works very well. However tru a.domortrat is known not by his observaLze f the letter but the spirit of the law. It is in this regard that riv.:rners may not have given sufficient attention to the problem which should degenerate into the simple question "Which night do rprefer?" pf%sed by each member to himself. The question should/at least/be "Which night milts me best and is also most suitable for other club members?". The inability of some members to ever attend on a particular night should cause a searching scrutiny of one's motives for wanting that night and only when one has honestly satisfied one's conscience has the spirit of democracy been observed That no night could be found which would not be inconvenient for somebody lc quite certain. Let us hope/however/that we
-have not created a complc1;612 dispossessed minority when charity would
-have called for the exercie o of only a little consideration_from the
-majority*
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-(Adverttsement)
-BILL MULLINS FX 1331 or UB 7321 extn 102
-BILL MULLINS is HUNGRY ..
-VERY HUNGRY,
-Somewherelsometime one sees or hears of a
-HOUSE
-that
-is
-SM.
-Perhaps YOU did last week,or even this veri-ny. If you did anf. are not yourself numbered amongst the
-ca.V\
-HH. H.
-( House Hungry Horde )
-win forever the esteem of BILL MULLINS AND PASS ON THE MORSEL
-OF GOOD FARE;
-Tell Hilma Galliott,tell Ray Kirkby,tell two or three fellow members and somehow,someway
-Eau MULLING WILL HEAR ABOUT IT.
-Iflin your excitement at finangA HOUSE FOR SALE
-you are unable to restrain yourself
-RING
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+On Friday, the 12th. of October, the Club decided to alter its meeting night to Thursday of each week provided suitable premises could be obtained. At the September meeting the constitution was altered by the requisite two thirds majority in such a way that any night of the week could be chosen by members should a departure from Friday, as particularly stipulated, be desired. That a large body of members welcomed an alteration was shown by the immediate appearance and passing of the motion mentioned. Needless to say, the method adopted in effecting both these changes reflected the principles of democratic procedure in which, it is assumed, we all concur.
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+It must be admitted that the reasons put forward by the protagonists for Thursday are cogent. They claimed that, even now, many people leave the city on Friday to go on trips and are thus prevented from holding office in the club and attending meetings as they wish. If, on the other hand, a member does accept office or in any other way endeavours to fulfil his obligations to the club he is frequently unable, as a consequence, to enjoy long weekend walks. When conditions return to normal it is certain that more people will wish to leave the city on Friday night than was usual during, and even before, the war.
+The main argument put forward on behalf of Friday was the personal one that some members are unable to attend on Thursday. That Friday should be inviolate solely because of tradition was not a claim likely to appeal to a progressive club nor to one where, it is hoped,"the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit".
+That a number of members are prevented from attending the club because of the change is very serious both for the club and the members. However, we must not forget that, on the principle of "all those away please put up their hands", no voice was raised on behalf of those individuals unable to attend on Fridays or on behalf of those potential members who decided not to apply for membership for the same reason.
+The interests of the majority are generally claimed to be the deciding factor in a matter such as this and, as a rule of thumb, it works very well. However the true democrat is known not by his observance of the letter but the spirit of the law. It is in this regard that members may not have given sufficient attention to the problem which should degenerate into the simple question "Which night do I prefer?" posed by each member to himself. The question should, at least, be "Which night suits me best and is also most suitable for other club members?". The inability of some members to ever attend on a particular night should cause a searching scrutiny of one's motives for wanting that night and only when one has honestly satisfied one's conscience has the spirit of democracy been observed. That no night could be found which would not be inconvenient for somebody is quite certain. Let us hope, however, that we have not created a completely dispossessed minority when charity would have called for the exercise of only a little consideration from the majority.
+=====From Kanangra On.=====
+by Antilix.
+In the issue of a recent month my friend, Prlix describes his trip to Kanangra by car and his effort has prompted me to take up myself and continue.
+Sleep came easily to us after our 4 a.m. "late supper" and by the time the crackle of sticks heralded the coming breakfast five hours had passed.
+After a week's heavy rain we had felt grave doubts about attempting the trip byt the rays of sun which filtered through the mists and lighted the valley opposite the big cave made us hope that we might complete the trip planned. A few lees sleepy members of the party ran out onto the tops and came back with wondrous tales of falling waters and filmy mists streaked by the sun. Soon the whole group packed and set out to view this magnificent scene.
+A dull roar came up from Murdering Gully and when we reached the top our eyes feasted on Kanangra Falls hurling foaming whiteness in innumerable lace-like patterns down the side of the gorge. Patches of mist floated by, first screening, then unveiling this scene of ,sublime beauty. But Cloudmaker had to be reached before nightfall so we reluctantly turned our backs to Kanangra. Everywhere we looked little crevices in the cliff faces spouted white foam into the valleys below.
+Lunch was taken just before crossing Gabes Gap but now the sun deserted us; at first the weather was dull but later, as we approached Cloudmaker, dizzling rain made walking very uncomfortable. Visibility was nil on our goal and, after a brief respite the rain came on in earnest. At Dex Creek the only spot not covered by running water was right on the bank of the creek. Sand had to be shovelled (by means of a plate) to make a "sleepable on" place for the rains had so washed the banks that if you stepped on the sand you sank up to your knees in mud. However, when our tummies were filled we felt better and the night passed with solid rain battering on the tents.
+In the morning only big drops from the trees fell to wet us again and thus we progressed to the inevitable argument on the right ridge.
+"That is it over there."
+"No, I don't think so. I don't remember that knobbly bit just there."
+"Perhaps you're right." All consult map, decide that it's not the right one and set of on the next ridge to it. This is not correct either but it is not entirely the fault of the map-readers as, once again, the mists hold everything in their grasp.
+"Look, a wombat." Some of us had never seen one before. "There goes another". We turned and watched him go into his hole. We started off again and - you've guessed it - found ourselves on the right ridge. The wombat showed us where to go.
+By 2 p.m. we were lunching at Konangaroo Clearing but the sight of the Cox worried us not a little. It was a swirling mass of brown, racing water. From the opposite bank a group of walkers asked verification of their location and informed us that there was hope of crossing between that spot and Breakfast Creek. This challenging statement had to be investigated. Twice Arthur and I tried to make our way across where rocks could be seen through the water but our attempts were unavailing. There was no alternative to swimming. It was certainly not a pleasant thought though perhaps exciting - it was 4.30 p.m. and cold, dreary weather. We found a fairly narrow section of the river and, after I had gone across without gear, we decided to "give it a go". "Wrap up the packs in groundsheet and tow them across" is easily said but, in a flooded river, it is not so easily done. Eight crossed successfully but when Ray recrossed with two groundsheets for the last pack he struck trouble and had to sacrifice the sheets in order to make land. He looked so apologetic standing there without the groundsheets that we all forgot to shiver for the moment to laugh at the incongruity of the situation.
+A camp site was selected a few hundred yards up the river and it seemed an eternity before the acrid wisp of white smoke changed to the beloved orange glow. It was impossible to do anything until our fingers, our toes, in fact our whole bodies regained their lost warmth.
+Tea was a crazy affair. Three different food parties amalgamated their resources and billies boiled, were moved and cooled alternatively until it seemed that we should never be able to have any two items at the same time. Yet eventually we were able to eat heartily of the best we possessed.
+=====Bushwalking - Down South.=====
+By Antarcticus.
+Those bushwalkers who are fortunate enough to include interstate trips in their holiday or business itineraries may perhaps find these words of some assistance when they come to plan weekend walking trips around Melbourne; to the enthusiast who is intent on organising Sunday walks in Footscray or Collingwood districts, however, I must point out that splendid road guides are available, and should be adequate for such purposes.
+First of all, the visitor to Melbourne is warned against looking around for sandstone cliffs and rugged rocky valleys. Many Sydney visitors have acquired sore feet in this way, so remember, you're not in the race. Once again, when you alight from a train, don't expect to find yourself on the top of a mountain for you will most certainly be disappointed. In most cases, settlement has spread along the river valleys rather than up the slopes of the mountains and the railways have followed suit.
+If one considers the belt of country within about sixty miles of Melbourne, (corresponding to the distance of the Central Blue Mountains from Sydney), the best walking country will probably be found in the Healesville-Marysville ranges, in the headwaters of the Yarra in the Warburton ranges, in the Kinglake district, and in the Macedon-Woodend district.
+Warburton and Healesville are both good centres for walking trips, but if the bushwalker wishes to establish a fixed camp for day walks he (or she, needless to say) will probably find Marysville more suitable. Within ten miles of here stand the tallest hardwood trees in the world; the highest tree allegedly stops at the 301 feet 6 inch mark, and is one of a number of huge mountain ash trees (eucalyptus regnans) which are preserved in a one-acre reserve. An outstanding attraction of the Marysville district is the Cathedral Range and Sugarloaf, constituting a rocky knife-edge ridge which provides some scope for rock-climbers. Lake Mountain, which is being developed as a skiing ground and is near the 5000 ft. level in altitude, is also accessible from Marysville.
+Mt. Donna Buang, at 4000 feet, is well known as a midwinter skiing ground and as a scenic viewpoint. The lookout tower on the summit is less a than six miles from Warburton railway station and is well worth a visit.
+The Kinglake ranges, extending roughly from Whittlesea to Toolangi, contain some excellent material for bushwalkers. The national park area of 14,000 acres is within easy walking distance of the Whittlesea, Hurstbridge and Healesvtlle rail terminals.
+The Macedon-Woodend ranges have attracted many wealthy city folk to their slopes with the result that numerous elaborate country residences have sprung up. Fortunately, the scars of civilization have been alleviated very considerably by the introduction of large numbers of English trees which present a thoroughly attractive picture in Autumn. The forested areas of the Macedon ranges are extensive, and there are two rather remarkable rocky outcrops at Camel's Hump and at Mount Diogenes (Hanging Rock), respectively.
+Last, but not necessarily least, must come some mention of the Dandenong Ranges, which have become very popular with hikers as a result of the fact that they can be reached in less than an hour's run by electric train from Melbourne. Although settlement, chiefly in the form of guesthouses and weekenders, has taken heavy toll of the natural attractions of this area, there are still many extensive forest reserves containing impressive timber and fern gullies, not to mention lyrebirds. Any mention of the Dandenongs might be considered incomplete without mention of "Puffing Billy", that not-so-streamlined spirit of protest which chuffs its leisurely way along the thirty-inch gauge railway from Ferntree Gully to Gembrook.
+In conclusion, the hope is expressed that any bushwalker who has read as far as this point (and this will disqualify a large number, no doubt) and returns from his next stay in Melbourne to exclaim: "Yes, Melbourne is still flat, and still utterly devoid of scenery and good walking country" - may do so not without some hidden feeling of doubt in his mind; some feeling, perhaps, that other states may have some attractions lacking in our own; some thought, indeed, of implementing the policy of "See Australia First" before starting off on that post-war trip abroad.
+=====When Is A Sausage Not A Sausage?=====
+A sausage what is it? According to Pear's "chopped meat stuffed into a skin." Another authority describes it as "chopped or minced meat seasoned with sage pepper, salt etc. and stuffed into properly cleaned entrails of the ox, sheep or pig, tied at short intervals with a string." The ancient Romans used to examine the entrails (unstuffed and not properly cleaned) of animals for revelations from the Gods. But have you heard of the Dunphy salami sausage? In the interests of science Myles suspended one by a string from the bathroom ceiling. Ten months passed and it became withered and wrinkled, but still, we are assured, an edible victual.
+Then it happened. The sausage developed hygroscopic qualities. It foretold the weather by dripping before rain. Hero the experiment ended when Mrs. Dunphy, who disapproved of the exudations in the bathroom, removed the sausage to the dustbin. Who knows what other properties it might have developed? It might have reacted to sunspots, foretold droughts, generated atomic energy. For the intrepid experimenter who will carry on where Myles left off there waits fame, perhaps martyrdom, even divorce.
+=====One Sunday In Samoa.=====
+It was Sunday when we nosed our way up to the reef at Apia and made fast to a buoy just outside the lagoon.
+It had been Sunday the day before but that didn't matter. Time is no object near the equator and one feels only a mild surprise when days of the week double-bank or drop out of the calendar altogether.
+A Sabbatical calm brooded over the straggling little town and there was not much to see when the husky Samoans had rowed us ashore.
+Campbell from down south New Zealand way, Barklie, a Dublin man and Klein the American wandered along the street with me, debating as to how we should spend the afternoon.
+"I tell __yew__" said Klein in his sleek well-fed tones, "there is only one thing __to__ do. We've gotta climb this hill where Rarbert Louis Stevenson is burried. My lil wife back home would never speak to me again if I told her I hadn't seen the tomb."
+"It's a deuced long way" said Campbell, who had been there before, "and it's deuced hot."
+"One can drive part of the way I believe," said Barklie.
+Sundry Samoan taxi-men in white cotton skirts and singlets had been hovering round us, and on hearing this remark they began to solicit our custom at the top of their voices. (Needless to say this was before the war).
+After some argument we selected a car and subsided on to seats spread with snowy antimacassars. Our Jehu seized the wheel and we hurtled at a furious pace through coconut groves that shaded thatched wall-less huts, oval-shaped and cement-floored. We roared up a slight incline and came to rest, whole but gasping, beneath a red-bean tree at Vailima gates.
+"From here - walk" said our charioteer; and we descended, charging him to return for us after a suitable interval.
+Another cotton-clad figure edged forward from where it had been squatting on the broken stone wall.
+"You go Steve's tomb?" it inquired earnestly. I must say that this flippant abbreviation of the revered Tusitala name jarred on me; but that was before we had climbed the hill.
+"I come" pursued the white-clad one, and we gathered that he intended to guide us.
+No one protested so we fell into line, carefully avoiding the stinging nettles that bordered the path. We crossed a babbling brook and started on the upward way. The plash of a waterfall came from somewhere below; ferns and lianas formed a tangle of undergrowth on either side of us, and the path was strewn with beans, black and scarlet, such as the native women thread into necklaces. To our left, open spaces in the trees showed Vailima, white in the sunlight, with patches of orange bignonia and rosy antignum bright against the green of its lawns.
+"It's sure beautiful" said Klein, "I'm right glad I came."
+The path steepened here, and our fitful conversation ceased. Presently by mutual consent we paused for a breather on the root of a tree, but our respite was brief. Clouds of mosquitoes descended upon us with whoops of delight and spurred us on.
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-In the issue of a recent month my friendPrlix
-trip to Kanangra by oar and his effort has prompted me to take up and continue.
-Sleep came easily to us after our 4 a m. "late supper" and by the time the crackle of sticks heralded the coming breakfast five hours had passed.
-After a lf:',9 hea77 rain we had felt grave doubts about attempting
-the trip "0 t:0; 7-, which filtered through the mists and lighted
-the valley cTpo..3 b:J.4,!. cve made us hope that we might complete the trip planned. A fow lees sleepy members of the party ran out onto the
-tops and came back with wondrous tales of
- \ fflaling waters and filmy mists streaked by
-/ te sun. Soon the whole group packed and set
-, ,13 out to view this magnificent scene.
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-..-- turned our backs to Kanangra. Everywhere we looked little crevices in the cliff fcc(3s C
-spouted white foam into the valleys bcilow.
-YOU SRNIk UP ToLunch was taken just before elvoEL:
-Gabes Gap but now the sun deserted us;c1.
- YOUR KNEE$ IN MUD. first the weather was dull but later,as we
-approached Cloudmaker,dizzling rain made walking very_uxicomfortable. Visibility was nilon our goal and:after a brief -respite the rain came on in earnest. At Dex Creek the only spot not covrred by running water was right on the bank of the creek, Sand had to 1-e shovelled ( by mt7,17; of a plate) to make a "sleepable on" place for the rains had so wash.A. the *:lari.Jra that if you stepped on the sand you sank up to your knees in mq, However,when our tummies were filled we felt better and the night passed with solid rain battering on the tents.
-In the morning only big drops from the trees fell to wet Us again and thus we progrr.)Jsed to the inevitable argument on the right ridge.. " That is it over there"
-"No,I donit t'llnk d'.), I don't remember that knobbly bit just therell
-"Perhapo youiro r:Lght." All consult mappdecide that it's not the right one and set of on the next ridge to it. This isnet. correct either but it is not entirely the fault of the map readers asoonce againithe mists hOld everything in their grasp.
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-" Lookla wombat." Some of us had never
-seen one before. "There goes ano'bher".
-We turned and watched him go into his hole. We started off agatn and - youlve guessed it- found ourselves on the right ridge. The wombat shed us where to go.
-By 2-p m. we were lunching at Konangaroo Clearing but the sight of the Ccx worried us not a little. It was a swirling mass of brown, racing water. From the opposAte bark a group of walkers askeasvrifIcLion of th.;ir locat,ton and Informed us that there was hope of crossing between that spot and 'Er ,a1- -fast Creek. This challenging statement had to be investigated. Twice Arthur and I tried to make our way across whei7e rocks could be
-seen through the water ini:-6-6ur attempts were
-unavailing. There was no alternative 'be swimming. It was certainly rlot a pleasant thought though perhaps exciting - it was 4.30 p m. and coldldreary weather. We found a fairly narrow section of the river and,after I had gone across without-gear,we
-decided to "give it a go". "Wrap up the packs in groundsheet tow them across" is easily said but,in a flooded rtver,tt is not so easily
-Eight crossed successfully but wrien Ray recrossed with'two groundsheets for the last pack he strttck trouble and had to sacrifice the sheets in order to make land. He looked so apologetic standing there without the groundsheets that we all forgot to shivw for the moment to laugh at the incongruity of the situation.
-A camp site was selected a few hundred yards up the river and
-it seemed an eternity before the acrid wisp of white smoke changed to the beloved orange glow. It was impossible to do anything until our fingers, our toes,in fact our whole bodies regained their lost warmth.
-Tea was a crazy affair. Three diffeent food parties amalgamated their resources and billies boiled,were moved and cooled alternattvely until it seemed that we should never be able to have any two Items at the same time. Yet eventually we were able 0 eat'heartily of the best we
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-Thozebushwalkers who are fortunate enci h tn incude
-tripa in their hc1y or bustnecs triay 42:ad
-these words of cc-me assi stance when tkL(;7 corns to llaan wc611dIakilg
-trips Ev7-o-ol d Melborne3to the enthwiia5t who _nl:ent on ogalAoing
-Sunday walk rJ inll'o,ot. 1c)ray or CnilinGwood cl it r!icsohowe've,I mast point out that 9plendid r-c-ad guides are availableand should he adequate for such pupozes.
-oZ arl,the 7ri.SCP to Melbourne is warned againot looking
-a1,01 rL1fF d ruzged ro(4,ky valleys Many Sydney visitnm
-)rE. feet in this way3so reinembcaOve not in the race.
-Tr alight from a train,c10n7t e,xpect to find yourself
-tt(J ,;317) of a :'Jr you will most cel,ta:Lniy be disappointed. In
-most caseslsetlert, spread along the river vaj,leys rather than up, the slopes of the ic. :DI.Lntains and the railways have followed suit.
-If one considers the belt of country within about sixty miles of Melbourne,( Corresponding to the distance of the Central Blue MOuntains from Sydney), the best walking country will probably be found in the Healesville-Marysville ranges;in the headwaters of the Yarra in the
-Warburton ranges,in the Kinglake district,and in the Macedon-Woodend' district.
-Warburton and Healesvtlle are both good centres for walking trips, but if the bushwalker wishes to establish a fixed camp for day Wa1k59 he ( or she,needless to say ) will probably find Marysville mnre suitable. Within ten miles of here stand the tallest hardwood trees In the wr-it the highest tree allegedly, stops at the 301 feet 6 inomarkand is one nf a number of huge mountain ash trees ( eucalyptus regnans) which are preserved in a one-acre reserve, An outstanding attraction of the Maryn-
--ville district is the Cathedral Range and Sugarloafconstituting a rocky knife-edge ridge which provides some scope for rock-climbers. Lake Mountain,which is being developed as a ski-ing ground and is near the 5000 ft,level in altitudelis also accessible from Marysville.
-Mt,Donna Buangoat 4000 feet,i'8'wellknOwn as a midwinter skiing ground and as a scenic viewpoint. The lookout tower on the summit is ds a than six miles from Warburton railway station and is well worth a visit.
-The Kinglake ranges3exteng4ng roughly from Whittlesea to Toolailgi, contain some excellent materiallfor bushwalkers. The national park area of 14,000 acres is within easy walkingdistance of the Whittlesea, Hurstbridge and HeaIesvtlle rail terminals.
-The Macedon-Woodend ranges haveattracted many wealthy 01.7, folk to their slopes with the result that numerous elaborate country residences have sprung up. Fortunately, the scars of civilization have been
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-alleviated very considerably by the introduction of large numbers of English trees which present a thoroughly attractive picture in Autumn. The forested areas of the Macedon ranges are extensive, and there are two rather remarkable rocky outcrops at Camel's Hump and at Mount Diogenes (Hanging Rock), respectively.
-Last, but not necessarily least, must come some mention of the Dandenong Ranges, which have become very popular with hikers as a result of the fact that they can be reached in less than an hour's run by electric train from Melbourne. Although settlement, chiefly in the farm of guesthouses and weekenders, has taken heavy toll of the natural attractions of this area, there are still many extensive forest reserves containing impressive timber and fern gullies, not to mention lyrebirds. Any mention of the Dandenongs might be considered incomplete without mention of "Puffing Billy", that notsostreamlined spirit of protest which chuffs its leisurely way along the thirtyinch gauge railway from Ferntree Gully to Gembre*.
-In conclusion, the hope is expressed that any bushwalker who has read as far as this point (and this will disqualify a large number, no doubt) and returns from his next stay in Melbourne to exclaim: "Yes, Melbourne is still flat, and still utterly devoid of scenery and good walking country" may do so not -without some hidden feeling of doubt in his mind; some feeling, perhaps, that other states may have some attractions lacking in our own; some thought, indeed, of implementing the policy of "See Australia First" before starting off on that postwar trip abroad.
-WHEN IS A SAUSAGE NOT A SAUSAGE?
-A sausage what is it? According to Pearls "chopped meat stuffed into a skin." Another authority describes it as "chopped or minced meat seasoned with sage pepper, salt etc. and stuffed into properly cleaned entrails of the ox, sheep or pig, tied at short intervals with a string." The ancient Romans used to examine the entrails (unstuffed and not properly cleaned) of animals for revelations from the Gods. But have you heard of the Dunphy salami sausage? In the interests of science Myles suspended one by a string from the bathroom ceiling. Ten months passed and it became withered and wrinkled: but still, we are assured, an edible victual.
-Then it happened. The sausage developed hygroscopic qualities. It foretold the weather by dripping before rain. Hero the experiment ended when Mrs. Dunphy, who disapproved of the exudations in the bathroom, removed the sausage to the dustbin. Who knows what other properties it might have developed? It might have reacted to sunspots, foretold droughts, generated atomic energy. For the intrepid experimenter who will carry on where Wles left off there waits fame, perhaps martyrdom, even divorce.
-ONE SUNDAY IN SAMOA
-It was Sunday when we nosed our way up to the reef nt Apia and' made fast to a buoy just outside the lagoon.
-It had been Sunday the day before but that ditntt matter. Time is no object near the equator and one feels only a mild, surprise when days of the week d ou`ele bank or drop out cf the. calendar altogether.
-A Sabbatical calm broodJd over the straggling little town and there was not much to see when the husky Samoans had rowed us ashore.
-Campbell from down south New Zealand way, Barklie, a Dublin man and Klein the American wandered along the street with me, debating as to how we should spend. the 'afternoon.
-: tell fr_vew" said Klein in his sleek well-fed tones, "there is only one thing to do. We've gotta climb this hill where Rarbert Louis Stevenson is hurried. My lil wife back home would never speak to me again if I told. her I hadn't seen the tomb."
-"It Is a deuced, long way" said Campbell, who had been there before, "arid it s deuced hot "
-"One can drive part of the way I believe,' said Barklie.
-Sirriezy Samoan taxi..men in white cotton skirts and singlets had been hovering round us , and. on hearing this remark they b (van to solicit our custom at the top of their voices, (Needless to say, this was before the war).
-After some argument we selected a car and subsided on to seats spread with snowy antimacassars. Our Jehu seized the wheel and. we hurtled, at a furious 7,;.-.-_,003 through coconut groves that shaded thatched wall-less huts, oval-shaped and cement-floored, We roared up a slight incline and came to rest, whole but gasping, beneath a redpibean tree at VaiIima gates.
-"From here - walk" said. our charioteer; and. we descended, charging him to return for us after a suitable interval.
-Another cotton...clad figure edged. forward from where it had been. squatting on the broken stone wall.
-"You go Stevets tombVi it inquired earnestly. I must say that this -flip_pant abbreviation of the revered. Tusitala name jarred on me; but that 1714S before we had climbed the hill.
- "X cone pursued the ,white-clad one, and we gathered that he intenil ed to guide us.
-No one protested so we fell into line, carefully avoiding the stinging nettles that bordered the path. We crossed a babbling brook and -started on the upwawd way. The plash of a waterfall came from somewhere `13t430w; ferns and lianas formed a tangle of undergrowth on either side of us) ,and the path was strewn with beans, black and scarlet, such as the native women thread into necklaces. To our. left, open spaces in the trees showed Vailima, white in the sunlight, with patches of orange bignonia and rosy antignum bright against the green of its lawns.
-"It's
-sure beautiful" said Klein, "I'm right glad I came."
-The -oath steepened here, and our fitful conversation ceased. Presently by mutual consent we paused for a breather on the root of a tree, but our respite was brief. Clouds of mosquitoes descended upon us with whoops of delight and spurred us en.
-.
 We toiled upwards for another fifteen minutes, oozing at every pore. "Say" protested Klein as the bush still towered thickly above us, "how much further to the top?"
-Our guide, cool and serene, made gostures indicating smallness. "Little way" he said, "maybe two yard.!
-"It may be in some methods of reckoning" said Barklie, "but it looks more like two miles to M.O."
+Our guide, cool and serene, made gestures indicating smallness. "Little way" he said, "maybe two yard."
-"Oh wetre over the worst I think" said Campbell optimistically. "As far as I can remember, this seat by the path here is quite threequarters of the way up."
-"I guess they hated to put it there" said Klein. "There's none further down, you notice they just wait till you are at your last gasp before they help you." He sank down on it, mopping his brow and braving the mosquitoes for an instant.
+"It may be in some methods of reckoning" said Barklie, "but it looks more like two miles to me."
-"You know" I saineicieaively, "it must have been a very difficult business getting the coffin to the top of this hill. I wonder how long it took thnm to do it?"
-"Ask little Solomon here" said Campbell, "he might toll you all about it. I
+"Oh we're over the worst I think" said Campbell optimistically. "As far as I can remember, this seat by the path here is quite three-quarters of the way up."
-Klein hailed our guide in what he fondly believed to be Island English. "This fella Stove" he said, "him dead. You put him on top of hill. How long it take you, carry him up this damsteep path?"
-"Yes" said the youth gravely. "Stevets tomb," and he pointed through the trees above us.
+"I guess they hated to put it there" said Klein. "There's none further down, you notice - they just wait till you are at your last gasp before they help you." He sank down on it, mopping his brow and braving the mosquitoes for an instant.
+"You know" I said reflectively, "it must have been a very difficult business getting the coffin to the top of this hill. I wonder how long it took them to do it?"
+"Ask little Solomon here" said Campbell, "he might tell you all about it."
+Klein hailed our guide in what he fondly believed to be Island English. "This fella Steve" he said, "him dead. You put him on top of hill. How long it take you, carry him up this dam-steep path?"
+"Yes" said the youth gravely. "Steve's tomb," and he pointed through the trees above us.
 Klein tried again.
-"When Steve die, you put him up top, in tomb. How long it take yot get him up this hill?"
+"When Steve die, you put him up top, in tomb. How long it take you get him up this hill?"
 Blank silence for awhile. Then, "Twenty year" our guide said solemnly.
 A guffaw of laughter broke the stillness of the bush.
-"That's right" said Klein, "I guess the laugh's on MB. Twenty years gosh! I shouldntt wonder if it did. What I want to know is$ why in hell they couldn't have Married him down below."
-He heaved himgelf up with a sigh and we trudged to the top of the hill.
+"That's right" said Klein, "I guess the laugh's on me. Twenty years - gosh! I shouldn't wonder if it did. What I want to know is, why in hell they couldn't have burried him down below."
-On a little flat knoll, about ten yards across, hemmed in by palm and hibiscus, is a long slab of plain grey stone. Along the ledge at one side of it a recent pilgrim had traced "Robert Louis Stevenson" with the red and yellow palm nuts that lie scattered amongst the grass. Ajar of scarlet hibiscus flowers glowed against the stone.
-Below us stretched ridge on ridge of tropical forost, sombre, emniverent, with here and there the flash of white "birds in a dark ravine." To one side, a cleared space of cultivation marked Vailima garden. In front of us, infinitely distant, lay a strip of honeycoloured sand; the blue peace of the lagoon: the roof, like a white ruffle on the seats blue gown, and beyond, the Pacif1 qmilAmg and sparkling in the sun.
+He heaved himself up with a sigh and we trudged to the top of the hill.
-"Here he lies where he longed to be" this child of the dour north, with its grey skies and its piercing winds and its rain here, at peace, in the warm silence, shaded by hibiscus and palm.
-Hail and farewell, 0 Tusitala, for we shall not pass this way again.
+On a little flat knoll, about ten yards across, hemmed in by palm and hibiscus, is a long slab of plain grey stone. Along the ledge at one side of it a recent pilgrim had traced "Robert Louis Stevenson" with the red and yellow palm nuts that lie scattered amongst the grass. A jar of scarlet hibiscus flowers glowed against the stone.
+Below us stretched ridge on ridge of tropical forest, sombre, omniverent, with here and there the flash of white "birds in a dark ravine." To one side, a cleared space of cultivation marked Vailima garden. In front of us, infinitely distant, lay a strip of honey-coloured sand; the blue peace of the lagoon: the roof, like a white ruffle on the sea's blue gown, and beyond, the Pacific, smiling and sparkling in the sun.
+"Here he lies where he longed to be" - this child of the dour north, with its grey skies and its piercing winds and its rain - here, at peace, in the warm silence, shaded by hibiscus and palm.
+Hail and farewell, O Tusitala, for we shall not pass this way again.
 .
 THE MAN WITH THE TAR BRUSH.