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 Once the top of the Head was reached we took a course through "Fools Paradise" to an early camp above the swamp, which later becomes the head of Mitchell's Creek. On account of the drizzling rain, and our "big day" ahead on the morrow, no time was lost in retiring for the night.
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 I gathered some long grass from close by and softened the earth. Our
-NIGHT VIGIL
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+=====Night Vigil=====
 Ron Knightley.
-"The floods -rush high in' the gully under
-And lightnings lash at the shrinking trees
+"The floods -rush high in the gully under\\
-The floods rush high - folks, if you want excitement, just cast your eye down the "Leader" column of the Walks Programme until you reach the name of Lean Blumer - and thatts the walk on which you'll get your thrills. For example, take our experience in Breakfast Creek Gorge on the night of a sweltering January day. The official walk it was, with Leon as th,. leader and Roy Davies, Doug.Johnstone and one, Bill Carter, as my companions.
+And lightnings lash at the shrinking trees...."
-After the evening meal and a quiet hour's yarning and smoking, we went to bed at the fall of dusk with intentions of rising at 4.30 and leaving at 6 a m. Some time later, I half-woke from slumber to become conscious of rain pelting down and an altercation between Leon and Bill. They were fiee%i their torches around and discussing the possibility of the creek rising and flooding the little bank in the bed of the gorge.
+The floods rush high - folks, if you want excitement, just cast your eye down the "Leader" column of the Walks Programme until you reach the name of Lean Blumer - and that's the walk on which you'll get your thrills. For example, take our experience in Breakfast Creek Gorge on the night of a sweltering January day. The official walk it was, with Leon as the leader and Roy Davies, Doug. Johnstone and one, Bill Carter, as my companions.
+After the evening meal and a quiet hour's yarning and smoking, we went to bed at the fall of dusk with intentions of rising at 4.30 and leaving at 6 a.m. Some time later, I half-woke from slumber to become conscious of rain pelting down and an altercation between Leon and Bill. They were flashing their torches around and discussing the possibility of the creek rising and flooding the little bank in the bed of the gorge.
 "Oh, it'd take a cloud-burst on top to send this creek up, now," Bill argued.
-"Veil, I dunno 7countered Leon, "this gorge is very restricted and welre only a couple of feet above the level of the creek-bed." Somehow,
-I favoured Bill for the sleeping bag was warm and I was drowsy. The flashing of torches on the gurgling creek continued t hypotheses waxed and waned and - Leon complained, "I don't like tint roar - listen to it!" I strained my half- conscious ears but the only sound was the pattering of the rain upon the trusty tent. Oh 1 go to sleep.
+"Well, I dunno...," countered Leon, "this gorge is very restricted and we're only a couple of feet above the level of the creek-bed." Somehow, I favoured Bill for the sleeping bag was warm and I was drowsy. The flashing of torches on the gurgling creek continued; hypotheses waxed and waned and Leon complained, "I don't like that roar - listen to it!" I strained my half-conscious ears but the only sound was the pattering of the rain upon the trusty tent. Oh! go to sleep.
-Then suddenly, "Look1 Look!" cried Leon in alarm. "Look at it now". I sat bolt upright and beheld-in th,e coneebtrated gleam of the two torahes, not a tiny rivulet, but e rushing torrent twenty feet wide! The creek had risen five feet in its initial wave and its nearer edge actually lapped the beginnings of our little bank. All at once I was wide awake and wham: out of the sleuring bag in two seconds flat! Wild movement followed on sides -sleeping bags, boots, spare clothes went helter-skelter into the packs in a frenzied rush to beat the rising floods vde'jammea stuff in everywhere and then went dashing madly out in the rain, gathering utensils from various rocks. Shouts and splashes from the lower tent announced that Roy and Doug, were packing up in six inches of water! The tents ceme down with a whoosh and were jammed, mud and all, into th2ir respective owners' packs.
-We retreated to the base of the cliffs, ready for instant flight. arched like a tribe of mountain goats upon the lower rocks, with the rain
+Then suddenly, "Look! Look!" cried Leon in alarm. "Look at it now". I sat bolt upright and beheld in the concentrated gleam of the two torches, not a tiny rivulet, but a rushing torrent twenty feet wide! The creek had risen five feet in its initial wave and its nearer edge actually lapped the beginnings of our little bank. All at once I was wide awake and wham! out of the sleeping bag in two seconds flat! Wild movement followed on all sides - sleeping bags, boots, spare clothes went helter-skelter into the packs in a frenzied rush to beat the rising flood! We jammed stuff in everywhere and then went dashing madly out in the rain, gathering utensils from various rocks. Shouts and splashes from the lower tent announced that Roy and Doug, were packing up in six inches of water! The tents came down with a whoosh and were jammed, mud and all, into their respective owners' packs.
-alting our unprotected heads, we howled curses at the teeming elements and
-. between them surveyed our precarious position. Before us was the grassy
+We retreated to the base of the cliffs, ready for instant flight. Perched like a tribe of mountain goats upon the lower rocks, with the rain pelting our unprotected heads, we howled curses at the teeming elements and in between them surveyed our precarious position. Before us was the grassy moat, with the flood creeping inexorably on; behind us were the precipitous crags of the gorge; we couldn't go upstream and we couldn't go down. As we watched the water crept higher and higher - ugh! our former tent floor was just a racing pool of mud.
-at, with the flood creeping inexorably on; behind us were the precipitous
-ags of the gorge; we couldn't go upstream and we coleldn't go down. As we
+The rain ceased. For an hour and half we marked the levels of the flood, inch by inch, upon a handy rock until at last, "Look, it's going down", someone observed. We soon decided, by consensus of opinion, to repitch the tents upon the drier portions of the bank and keep one man on watch all night against a recurrence of the flood.
-tched the water crept higher and higher - ughl our former tent floor was just
-racing pool of mud.
+So the fire was built again - Bill doing a "wacko" job despite the saturated wood - and we drew matches for the order of the watch. At 12.20 we snoozed once again, safe in the knowledge that Bill would warn us in time for any future flood. It later transpired that he turned his toes to the fire and slept! At 1.30 he woke me and we sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping the very welcome cocoa he'd brewed from the flowing mud. Then after brief observations on the water and the news that the creek was still falling, I settled down to the hour's solitude. This, though looked forward to with some misgivings, proved to be not a time of irkscme loneliness but one of those periods of peace which give a man time to analyse himself - lying by the glowing fire, calmly gazing into the flames, half-conscious of the rushing waters and the dim light flickering on the cliffs, with the calm, cool air and occasional appearance of the stars through the flying clouds, this was the setting for an hour of pensive muse.
-The rain ceased. For an hour and half we marked the levels of the ood, inch by inch, upon a handy rock until at last, "Look, it's going
-wn", someone observed. We soon decided, by Poonsensus of opinion, to repitch e tents upon the drier portions of the bank and keep one man on watch all ;ht against a recurrence of the flood.
+Though the waters continued to go down about two inches in the hour, the current was still strong and there was still the occasional choom! rumble, rumble, boomp! thump! rumble, rumble of boulders bashing their way along the floor of the torrent.
-a
-So the fire was built again - Bill doing a "wacko" job despite the saturated wood - and we drew matches for the order of the watch. At 12.20 we snoozed once again, safe in the knowledge that Bill would warn us in time for any future flood. It later transpired that he turned his toes to the fire and sleptZ. At 1.30 he woke me and we sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping the very welcome cocoa he'd brewed from the flowing mud. Then after brief observations on the water and the news that the creek was still falling,
+Calm night, solitude and the warm fire. As I gazed, unseeing into the coals, there arose a vision of the barbaric savage crouched like me before his smoking fire; a fire which he worshipped but did not understand. Anything he did not understand he called a God and I wondered in that lonely hour if it was only the poor, unknowing savage who followed the same irrational course of reasoning. The Greeks, the Celts, the Vikings could not understand the sun, the moon, the thunder and the flood so they created a deity to each and every one of them to explain the workings of the world as acts of these Gods. One by one, man came to understand the secrets of the Universe and the ancestral divinities vanished in the fire of increasing knowledge. At last two final questions stood unanswered; the function of the Universe as a whole and the existence of intelligent beings in it. Following the reasoning that had been inherited down the ages, man conceived a God to create his Universe and explained the spectacle of life as an act of this one last God. And yet, was it in a God that the answer really lay? Through all the lonely hour's vigil the flood rushed on, beyond the power of man, even yet driven by something which we could not completely comprehend.
-I settled down to the hour's solitude. This,though looked forward to with some
-misgivings, proved to be not a time of irkscme loneliness but one of those
+"The moving finger writes, and having writ\\
-periods of pease which give a man time to analyse himself - lying by the glowing fire, calmly gazing into the flames, half-cnnscious of the rushing waters ant the dim light flickering on the cliffs, with the calm, cool air and occasional appearance of the stars through the flying clouds, this was the setting for an hour of pensive muse.
+Moves on; nor all thy piety not wit\\
-Though the waters continued to go down about two inches in the hour, the current was still strong and there was still the occasional choom! rumble, rumble, boomWthumpl rumble, rumble of boulders bashing their way along the floor of the torrent.
+Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,\\
-' Calm night, solitude and the warm fire, As I gazed, unseeing into the coals, there arose a vision of th-? berbaric savage crouched like me before his smoking fire; a fire which he worshipped but did not understand, Anything he did not understand he called a God and I wondered in that lonely hour if it was only the poor, unknowing savage who followed the same irrational course of reasoning. The Greeks, the Celts, the Vikings could not understand the sun, the moon, the thunder and the flood so they created a deity to each and every one of them to explain the workings of the world as acts of these Gods. One by one, man came to understand the secrets of the Universe and the ancestral divinities vanished in the fire of increasing knowledge. At last two final questions etood unanswered; the function of the Universe as a whole end the existence of intelligent beings in it. Following the reasoning that had been inherited down the ages, man conceived a God to create his Universe and explained the spectacle of life ms an act of this one last God. And yet, was it in a God that the answer really lay? Through all the lonely hour's
+Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.
-vigil the flood rushed on, beyond the power of manleven yet driven by something which we could not completely comprehend.
-"The moving finger writes, and having writ Moves on; nor all thy piety not wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it,
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+====Geoff Parker - 31st August, 1945.====
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+Since about last March I have had the job of Chief Engineer in one of the Army's Small Ships and why I didn't get into this game before, instead of the static job in the Anti-Aircraft I'm darned if I know. From the Bushwalkers point of view it is the Ants Pants, as we are travelling almost constantly, poking in and out of the most interesting places, and covering country that as Tourists would cost hundreds of pounds, instead of which the Army pay us to do it. Of course there is not much physical exercise about it, but I'm sure that other bushwalkers, particularly those who have been in the Infantry, will agree with me, that the Tropics are no place to go on a walkabout, except in certain selected localities, too many bities.
-H. Ht H.
-( House Hungry Horde )
+However, whenever the opportunity offers, I get ashore and go on as long a walk as the occasion permits. Chiefly for the exercise, but also because I'm a born stickybeak and curious to see what is around the corner. Just the same I'm always glad to get back to the ship and into, or perhaps better said, out of decent clothes again. Ashore we always have to wear boots, gaiters, slacks and shirt, while on board we wear only shorts, and shoes while in the engine room.
-win forever the esteem of BILL MULLINS AND PASS ON THZ MORSEL OF GOOD FARE.
-Tell Hilma Galliott,tell Ray
+Although the war is practically over, (the wireless says it is over) I don't expect to be home for at the least twelve months, but during that time I expect to see a deuce of a lot more country, maybe Tokio?
-' Kirkby,tell two or three fellow members and somehow, someway
-BILL MULL INS WILI.L.HEAR ABOUT IT.
+====Bob Morrison - 27th August 1945.====
-Iflin your excitement-at-finding A HOUSE FOR-SALE
--Du are unable to restrain urself
+Greetings from the Isles of Spice! I forget whether I've written to you yet from the beautiful Balikpapan S.E.Borneo (lat. 116°50'E. long. 1°10'S - in case you don't know that already) and somehow I think not.
-RING
-rxm, MULLIITS is HUITGRY
+What a different letter this will be to that one of mine, written to you mid-March, at Burleigh Heads, Queensland, and which you so kindly published in the S.B.W. About the only resemblance this place bears to Burleigh and environs is the "surf", much weaker here than at dear old Burleigh and much dirtier too - in fact, the other morning we went into an oil bath and there was hardly a ripple on the water.
-TLT:CP.
-Semewhere:sometime one se 'r hears of a
+I didn't come in with the first landings, but 10 days later, when all the evidence left of the battering this place took was the huge shell and bomb craters, wrecked buildings, charred and smashed vegetation, spiked guns, remnants of pillboxes, dugouts and foxholes; twisted iron which had once been cars, trucks and bicycles and the all-pervading peculiar odour of the Japanese, which still exists here in spots despite the great amount of clearing up that we have been doing, along with the native population, but I've seen some minor engagements on my tours up front and been in one Jap air raid, moon before last.
-HOUSE
-that
+This must have been a great town before the war and I don't mean before we belted hell out of it for the Dutch applied the "scorched earth" policy here well and truly when they knew the Japs were coming down - yes, about £25,000,000 worth of damage, I'm told, and although our lads started plenty of oil fires and smashed what the Nips had re-built, it must have been nothing to the mess the Dutch left behind for the "yellow bellies".
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+The homes here have been really beautiful, solidly built of brick and reinforced concrete, huge rooms, ceilings to 14 feet high and with stout woodwork and best quality fittings of all kinds. Tiles were in great prominence in kitchen and bathrooms and all of tip-top quality. The Dutch go in for a different type of bath to us; they have a tiled well raised about 3 feet above the floor and it seems they dip the water out of it and pour it over themselves - no lying down to it here.
-SAT,E.
-PerkapsIttH did last week:or even this verf-MY. If plu did an. are not yourself numbered amongst the
+The balconies, verandahs and patios must have been things of beauty and convenient comfort and they, like the houses, have been built to see out a lifetime. Some buildings are guttered along he edge of the eaves, in the usual way, while a lot of them have no gutters or spouting, but rather an open drain directly under the roof edge, built right round the house, to carry off roof and ground water. I can see the point in such an idea, for it rains like old Harry here when
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-GEi,c)ff Parker - 31st August, 1945. Since about last March I have had the job
--Chief Engineer in one of the Army's Small Ships and why I didn't get into this game before, instead of the static job in the Anti-Aircraft I'm darned
-if I know. From the Bushwalkere point of view it is the Ants Pants, as we are
-travelling almost constantly, poking in and out of the most interesting places, and covering country that as Tourists would cost hundreds of pounds, instead of which the Army pay us to do it. Of course there is not much physical exercise about it, but I'm sure that other bushwalkers, particularly those who
-have been in the Infantry, will agree with me, that the Tropics are no place
-to go on a walkabout, except in certain selcted localities, too many bities.
-However, whenever the opportunity offers, I get ashore and go on as long a ialk as the occasion permits. Chiefly for the exercise, but also bec-us I'm a born stickybeak and curious to see what is around the corner, Just the same I'm always glad to get back to the ship and into, or perha,Ds better said,
-at of decent clothes again. Ashore we always have to wear boots, gaiters, Lacks and shirt, while on board we wear only shorts, and shoes while in the gine room.
-Although the war is practically over, (the wireless says it is over)
-don't expect to be home for at the least twelve months, but during that me I expect to see a deuce of a lot more country, gaybe Tokio?
-b Morrison - 27th August 19450 Greetings from the Isles of Spice! I fo-rget; ether I've written t8 you yet from the beautiful Balikpapan S.E.Borneo
-o501E. long. 1 10'S - in case you don't know that already) and somehow t,hink not.
-.
-What a different letter this will be to that one of mine, written to you mid-March, at Burleigh Heads, queensland, and which you so kindly published in the SB.IN. About the only resemblance this place bears to Burleigh and environs is the "surf", much weaker here than at dear old Burleigh and much dirtiDr too - in fact, the other morning we want into an oil bath and there was hardly a riDnle on the water.
-I didn't come,in with the first landings, but 10 days later, when all the evidence left of the battering this place took was the huge shell and bomb craters, wrecked buildings, charred and smashed vegetation, spiked guns, remnants of pillboxes, dugouts and foxholes; twisted iron
-whic12 had once been cars, trucks and bicycles and the all-pervading peculiar odour of the Japanese, whiCh still exists here in spots despite the great amount of clearing up that we have been doing, along with the native population, but I've seen some minor engagements on my tours up front and been in one Jap air raids moon before last.
-This must have been a great town before the war and I don't mean before we belted hell out of it for the Dutch applied the "scorched earth" policy here well and truly when they knew the Japs were coming down - yes, about E25,000,000 worth of damage, I'm told, and although our lads started plenty of oil fires and smashed what the Nips had re-built, it must have been nothing to the mess the Dutch left behind for the "yellow bellies";
-The homes here have been really beautiful, solidly builtof_brick and reinforced concrete, huge rooms, ceilings to 14 feet high and with stout woodrork,and best quality fittings of all kinds. Tiles Were in greatgarominence in kitchen and bathrooms and all of tip-top quality. The Dutch go in for a different type of bath to us; they have a tiled well raised about 3 feet above the floor and it seems they dip the water out of it and pour it over themselves - no lying down to it here.
-The balconies, verandahs and patios must have been things of beauty and convenient comfort and they, like the houses, have been built to see out a lifetime. Some buildings are guttered along he edge of the eaves, in the usual way, while a-lot of them have no gutters or spoutingv but rather an open drain dir ctly under the roof edge, built right rOund the house, to carry off roof and ground water. I can see the point in such an idea, for it -rains like nl A An .
-.
 WOTSHERTHINK? Fierce Battles. Heaty Casualties Avoided.
 Though most people Will, by now, be aware of the decision to change the night for the Club meeting back to Friday, we record it for the benefit of those who happily, or rather haply, live in distant places and visit us rarely. On the historic night last month, there was battle in the air but results were very disappointing. However as the door of the hall opened and revealed a fresh latecomer, it was interesting to watch the eyes of the "so-called" moderns and the "so-called" reactionarieo appraise him as a possible addition to their voting strength.