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-...WARRAGAMBA-WOLLOYDILLY WE1KEND WANDERINGS
+=====Warragamba-Wollondilly Wanderings.=====
 By "Wombat".
-Second of two articles on a self-explanatory subject. PART II, WALKABOUT IN PARADISE.
--We have de-bussed at Wallacia erf;a morel and my! what a mix-up. There is one grand melee as a mob of Sunday hiking tyPee,bound'fora big, tough' weekend at Norton's Basin escape with our packs. 'Forthwith we holler out to them 'about their mistake, and with the matter rectifi'ed
+Second of two articles on a self-explanatory subject.
-start out down the hill, once more on the way to Silverdale - and goldl
-On the bridge, we stop to change our clothes. All around is peace and silence, the Sunday hiking typos having been side-tracked by a wayside kiosk. We wish that we could have the moon which last week lighted our path, but in its absence the Milky Way shines brilliant in the starry sky.
+====Part II. Walkabout In Paradise.====
-Of a audden, there is a wham! crash! and a roar, as a lorry comes bolting down the hill, From both sides of the road we thumb our way
-towards Silverdale, and as it rattles past we scream, "How 'bout a lift?" The lorry lurches to a dead stop, the crashing dies down, and a voice bellows, "Whassat?"
+We have de-bussed at Wallacia once more, and my! what a mix-up. There is one grand melee as a mob of Sunday hiking types, bound for a big, tough weekend at Norton's Basin escape with our packs. Forthwith we holler out to them about their mistake, and with the matter rectified start out down the hill, once more on the way to Silverdale - and gold! On the bridge, we stop to change our clothes. All around is peace and silence, the Sunday hiking types having been side-tracked by a wayside kiosk. We wish that we could have the moon which last week lighted our path, but in its absence the Milky Way shines brilliant in the starry sky.
-"Goinl ter Silverdale, mate?" "Silverdale? Whassat?"
-But we are a wake-up, 'cos we've seen "alverdale" in greasy letters
+Of a audden, there is a wham! crash! and a roar, as a lorry comes bolting down the hill. From both sides of the road we thumb our way towards Silverdale, and as it rattles past we scream, "How 'bout a lift?" The lorry lurches to a dead stop, the crashing dies down, and a voice bellows, "Whassat?"
-on the truck. Facetiously we reply, "Oh, way to blazes back o'beyond."
-"Way to blazes, eh? Thit3 too far wilout a drink. 'Ere: 'aye a spot."
+"Goin' ter Silverdale, mate?"
-.
-At first we gaze amazed, but when we see 'tin the good old Corio Special, we feel by duty bound to accept.
+"Silverdale? Whassat?"
-Well, what a nightmare! Five miles on the back of a truck that's buoking like a bronco on a crazy road, the the driver drunk at the wheel! Lurch and crash, bounce and bash; lumme, can this vehicle buck/ At fren,).1-1- intervals it stops, and the fast emptying bottle is passed back. Soon, it found to be empty. Aha/ but this is no cause for dismay, for it is superseded by,a bottle of the dinkum oil. With his own hands, he made it So we swill it like the he-men we are taken to bet and whew: it kicks like a full-back and tastes like molten lava. It awakes us to the humorous side of the eircv,pstance: last week moonlight; this week, moonshine!
-The five miles takes an hour to dol and when eventually we arrive at the village, Mumma comes ambling out to'meet the late home-coming pappy. When she sees he's stink, she goes stinking on him. Undeterred, he realises that we must be just as hungry as ho, and bipines t.hat we should come inside and
+But we are a wake-up, 'cos we've seen "Silverdale" in greasy letters on the truck. Facetiously we reply, "Oh, way to blazes back o'beyond."
-share his meal.
-But we are still sober, more or less, and Mumma's still rather hostile
+"Way to blazes, eh? Thit's too far wi'out a drink. 'Ere: 'aye a spot."
-so we decline the offer. "Oh, well," ho s'Ayst irrepressible to the end., "Hoar that music next door? There's a dance on at Resthaven and they're short o! men. Clmon in, and I'll introduce y'round". Mumma intervenes and
-he is dragged inside, more or less by the ear. We wander round to the back door of Resthaven andIarge in on the party. No need to ask where the dancing
+At first we gaze amazed, but when we see 'tis the good old Corio Special, we feel by duty bound to accept.
-girls are - they mob us as soon as we appear. Luscious little bits of lOve-
-liness. Boy o boyl what a time we have. LB midnight we realise the futility of begging to be excuzed and merely fade into the night.
+Well, what a nightmare! Five miles on the back of a truck that's bucking like a bronco on a crazy road, the the driver drunk at the wheel! Lurch and crash, bounce and bash; lumme, can this vehicle buck! At frequent intervals it stops, and the fast emptying bottle is passed back. Soon, it is found to be empty. Aha! but this is no cause for dismay, for it is superseded by a bottle of the dinkum oil. With his own hands, he made it! So we swill it like the he-men we are taken to be, and whew! it kicks like a full-back and tastes like molten lava. It awakes us to the humorous side of the circumstance: last week moonlight; this week, moonshine!
-Full of the personality of heroes, the next three miles takes but five minutes to do. Singing is a foregone conclusion. We roach the Monkey Ck-Warragamba junction in fine style, and before the wallabies have recovered
-from their fright, up goes the tent, out goes the fishing line, and into bed we go.
+The five miles takes an hour to do, and when eventually we arrive at the village, Mumma comes ambling out to meet the late home-coming pappy. When she sees he's stinko, she goes stinking on him. Undeterred, he realises that we must be just as hungry as he, and opines that we should come inside and share his meal.
-In the morning, we have to exert the full 451bs breaking strain of the line to haul in a 4 lb perch. Grand beginning; noting going wrong this weekend. At 7.45 we are away, and off for the upper Gamba to seek the elusive gold. Prior to this, all our enquiries about the area have been met with the answer that the going is rough and unpleasant, and not worth doing; even the
-,
+But we are still sober, more or less, and Mumma's still rather hostile so we decline the offer. "Oh, well," he says, irrepressible to the end, "Hear that music next door? There's a dance on at Resthaven and they're short o' men. C'mon in, and I'll introduce y'round". Mumma intervenes and he is dragged inside, more or less by the ear. We wander round to the back door of Resthaven and barge in on the party. No need to ask where the dancing girls are - they mob us as soon as we appear. Luscious little bits of loveliness. Boy o boy! what a time we have. By midnight we realise the futility of begging to be excused and merely fade into the night.
-Map gives it "Very Rough"-in two places, Hence ouresurprise when we find that this is not so. Up to :the. Bend, which marks the end of the straight and narrow gorged course of the river, the sides are steaP and rocky, with patches of scrub, yet nevertheless ,two miles an. hour is quite possible. Towards the end, we do strike somo rough stuff, but not enough to dampen our spirits. Apparently the really tough section of the fGamba gorge is that between Monkey Ck and the Nepean, the reputation having'spread to the whole river.
-Towards lunch, we emerge on greasy pastures, whore the river has itself of the influence of the dam, the water is clear, and there are rapid here and there. We stop for lunch on a flat, shady patah of grass: the first possible camp site since leaving Monkey Clk. When we start in the afternoon,
+Full of the personality of heroes, the next three miles takes but five minutes to do. Singing is a foregone conclusion. We reach the Monkey Ck-Warragamba junction in fine style, and before the wallabies have recovered from their fright, up goes the tent, out goes the fishing line, and into bed we go.
-, the inner side of The Bend looks more negotiable than the outer, so we cross over at one of the rapids. Ron leads the way and suddenly, goes waist deop in a hole. However, the tobacco is up in his shirt pocket, isO' there is no great cause for sorrow. The further we go, the more apparent it becomes that we are going to find no bars stocked with gold. Only bar of Which we are sure is the pub at Upper Burragorang,
-Now on the right hand bank, we leave the river for a while, choosing a track which climbs away from it. Hero, we have excellent views of the cliffs ahead, framed by the trees along the path, and when we enter the
+In the morning, we have to exert the full 45lbs breaking strain of the line to haul in a 4 lb perch. Grand beginning; nothing going wrong this weekend. At 7.45 we are away, and off for the upper Gamba to seek the elusive gold. Prior to this, all our enquiries about the area have been met with the answer that the going is rough and unpleasant, and not worth doing; even the Map gives it "Very Rough" in two places. Hence our surprise when we find that this is not so. Up to the Bend, which marks the end of the straight and narrow gorged course of the river, the sides are steep and rocky, with patches of scrub, yet nevertheless two miles an hour is quite possible. Towards the end, we do strike some rough stuff, but not enough to dampen our spirits. Apparently the really tough section of the 'Gamba gorge is that between Monkey Ck and the Nepean, the reputation having spread to the whole river.
-last straight stretch of the fGamba, three miles from its biTth. at the junction of the Cox and Wollondilly, we stand speechless (almost), gazing into paradise on earth. By now, the valley is a mile wide, and though we still-may stagger
-from last night's Bacckanalian biliousne-ss, there is ample room for both of us. Everywhere are sloping grazing lands of brightest greren, *it'-1 fields
+Towards lunch, we emerge on greasy pastures, whore the river has freed itself of the influence of the dam, the water is clear, and there are rapids here and there. We stop for lunch on a flat, shady patch of grass: the first possible camp site since leaving Monkey Ck. When we start in the afternoon, the inner side of The Bend looks more negotiable than the outer, so we cross over at one of the rapids. Ron leads the way and suddenly goes waist deop in a hole. However, the tobacco is up in his shirt pocket, so there is no great cause for sorrow. The further we go, the more apparent it becomes that we are going to find no bars stocked with gold. Only bar of which we are sure is the pub at Upper Burragorang.
-of corn, scattered farms, abandoned -fi'uit trees, eucalypts and sle-oaksi
-bouuded by mountain walls breached by intriguing, well-timbered creeks.
+Now on the right hand bank, we leave the river for a while, choosing a track which climbs away from it. Here, we have excellent views of the cliffs ahead, framed by the trees along the path, and when we enter the last straight stretch of the 'Gamba, three miles from its birth at the junction of the Cox and Wollondilly, we stand speechless (almost), gazing into paradise on earth. By now, the valley is a mile wide, and though we still may stagger from last night's Bacckanalian biliousness, there is ample room for both of us. Everywhere are sloping grazing lands of brightest greren, with fields of corn, scattered farms, abandoned fruit trees, eucalypts and she-oaks, bounded by mountain walls breached by intriguing, well-timbered creeks. Beyond all there is the distant valley of the Cox, past the end of which we can see right to Narrow Neck itself.
-Beyond all there is the distant valley of the Cox, past the end of which we can see right to Narrow Neck itself.
-By now alIE thoughts of gold have gone and we nurse our shattered illusions (??) in silence. We eventually
+By now all thoughts of gold have gone and we nurse our shattered illusions (??) in silence. We eventually realise that the reports I read were old ones, and the district then known as Upper Warragamba is that now known as the Upper Shoalhaven and Wollondilly, near Tallong!
-realise that the reports I read were old ones, and the isC-1) district then known as Upper Warragamba is that now known as the Upper Shoalhaven and Wollondilly, near
-Tallong! \
+Here, the lazing really starts. Oh, boy! those mushrooms. We wander along on grassy lawns, darting from side to side as each new patch of fungus catches our eager eyes. Next come quinces, yellow and delicious. We eat them walking and whilst we are munching still, we came upon the figs! Scarce have these been introduced to our gaping gullets when we find the apples and apricots, and the blackberries! The best have gone, but a quart billy full in five minutes is deemed fair game. Pigs come trundling up to us, quite friendly like, just offering themselves as pork; but we can do nothing about them as we have no meat coupons.
-Here, tho lazing really starts. Oh, boyl those :\
-mushrooms. We wander along on grassy lawns, darting
+We come to a farm house and call out to a woman in the garden: "Hullo!"
-from side to side as each new patch of fungus catches
-our eager eyes. Next come quinces, yellow and
+"Eh!" she cackles and starts to look round for the voice.
-delicious. We eat them walking and whilst we are
-munching still, we came upon the figs! Scarce have
+"Can you tell us how far it is to the Junction?"
-these been introduced to our gaping gullets when we find the apples and apricots, and the blackberriesI The best have gone, but a quart billy full in five minutes is deemed fair game. Pigs come trundling up to quite
-friendly like, just offering themselves as pork; but we can do nothing about them as we have no meat coupons.
-We come to a farm house and call out to a woman in. the arden:"Hullol" "MI" sha cackles and starts to look round for the voice.
-"Can you tell us how far it is to-the Junction?
 She turns, and we both start visibly - a haggard old witch of about 94 with beady black eyes squinting down either side of a hawkish beak. Toothless gums are visible in her gaping mouth as she regards us with a stare of vacant incomprehension, "Eh?"
-"Can you tell us how far it is t the Junction?"
-The face' betrays no sign of understanding; the squinting eyes stare
+"Can you tell us how far it is to the Junction?"
-vacantly towards us, and the awful mouth gapes on. She regarels us thus
-for a full minute whilst we wait for the reply which staggers us: "Whaid'yee thaytir
+The face betrays no sign of understanding; the squinting eyes stare vacantly towards us, and the awful mouth gapes on. She regards us thus for a full minute whilst we wait for the reply which staggers us: "Wha'd'you thay!"
 We repeat. She gazes at us for another minute and then volunteers the information, "Long Way".
-Eventually, by patient questioning we elicit the information that it's a mile and a half and only a rough track, but we move off undaunted. She
-shuffles after ut as far as the fence - whether she is suspicious of our motives, or concerned for our safety, we cannot say, but her frail voice trails after us with oft-repeated injunctions to cross the river and go along the other bank. We heed her not, but follow the chttle pad on the near side.
+Eventually, by patient questioning we elicit the information that it's a mile and a half and only a rough track, but we move off undaunted. She shuffles after ut as far as the fence - whether she is suspicious of our motives, or concerned for our safety, we cannot say, but her frail voice trails after us with oft-repeated injunctions to cross the river and go along the other bank. We heed her not, but follow the cattle pad on the near side.
-We cross over at the Junction, and A.tch our tent on the grasses 'Dv the li
-three rivers. Tea is the next item'on the agenda; iBlackberries delicious.
+We cross over at the Junction, and pitch our tent on the grasses by the three rivers. Tea is the next item on the agenda. Blackberries - delicious. But what are blackberries without cream? At a farmhouse just across the Wollondilly, there are signs of milking in progress, so we meander over with threepence and a 1 1/2 p.t billy. Here may I digress to deplore the stinginess of Lower Burragorang farmers' daughters. You know how irksome is that breed of person who leaves about a 1/2" to spare when he 'fills' your teacup? This lousy lassie leaves at least 1 1/2" of billy showing above the cream. But we give her credit for not taking the threepence.
-But what are blackberries withoUt cream? At a farmhouse just across the Wollondilly, there are signs of milking in progress, so we rdeanderover, with threepence and a II pt billy. Here may I digress to deplore the !I stinginess of Lower Burragorang farmers' daughters. You lenow how irkscle is that breed of person who leaves about a in to spare when he 'fills' your teacup? This lousy lassie leaves at least 1+" of billy showing above
-the cream. But we give her credit for not taking the threepence.
+Coming back from a swim, I cast longing eyes upon the corn fields. The temptation is too great; I wander over to procure some of the golden cobs - they'll be a magnificent prelude to breakfast. When we have polished off the blackberries and cream, we are as full as the proverbial tick, but mushrooms are such a delicacy as compared with dehydrated veg - well, what would you do? With groaning stomachs, we roll ourselves in the soothing down.
-Coming back from a swim, I cast longing eyes upon the corn fields. The temptation is too great; I wander over to procure some of the golden cobs -
-they'll be a magnificent prelude to breakfast. When we have polished off the blackberries and cream, we are as full as the proverbial tick, but mushrooms are such a delicacy as compared with dehydrated veg - well, what would you do? With groaning stomachs, we' roll ourselves in the soothing dowr.,
+We awake in heaven; the green grass is wet with dew that glistens blue, gold and orange in a bright morning sun; we are ringed by grey and yellow cliffs and headlands, splendid in the morning light, with the valley mists rising steadily up their faces.
-We awake in heaven; the green grass is wet with dew that glistens blue, gold and orange in a bright morning' sun; we aro ringed by grey and yellow cliffs and headlands, splendid in the morning light, with the valley mists rising steadily up their faces.
-Three lines of exit face us: firstly along the road to Wentworth Falls; secondly4 back along the 1Gamba; or out through the Durragorang via a bus
+Three lines of exit face us: firstly along the road to Wentworth Falls; secondly, back along the 'Gamba; or out through the Burragorang via a bus which last night's farmer's lass told us left Binlow at 10 a.m. Although we don't like the idea of a morning bus, we have seen enough of the 'Gamba, and Wentworth Falls is a damned lot of road work if no lifts eventuate. Anyway, neither of us have been into the Burragorang, although we have gazed at it from afar; so we start for Binlow.
-t1ai411 last night's farmer's lass told us loft Binlow at 10 a m. Although we don't like the idea of a morning bus, we have seen enough of the iGamba, and WentlOrth Falls is a damned let of road work if no lifts eventuate. Anyway, neither of ushave been into the Burragorang, although w,7, have gazed at it from afar;- so we start for Binlew.
-Paradise - paradise unbounded. Tbe rolling ficlds sparkle with the dew; green, wooded slopes run up to the thadowed wills of Eurragorang Tableland and the sun-golden :w9.,11,8,-of Binlow Plateau in 'a cene far more beautiful than anything along the Cqx. Birdlifo is hero in Trofusiont
+Paradise - paradise unbounded. Tbe rolling ficlds sparkle with the dew; green, wooded slopes run up to the shadowed walls of Burragorang Tableland and the sun-golden walls of Binlow Plateau in a scene far more beautiful than anything along the Cqx. Birdlife is here in profusion: two eagles glare at us from the stark limbs of a great gum; currawongs flash their white flecks among the foliage; there are willy-wagtails chirping everywhere, and fantails running their fans; diamond sparrows turn their red tails to the sun, whilst blue wrens and yellow finches tweet from many bushes. Honey-eaters and nuns add to the myriads, and where the road crosses the Wollondilly, a crane flies lumbering away. Plovers call from the banks, and swallows - varieties we have never seen before, line the fences. Oh, this can go on for hours!
-* two eagles glare at :us from th-a,stark liMbs qf a groRt gum; currawongs flash their White 11;e cks among the foliages there are willy wagtails chirping eirprywhero, and fantejAs-rimning their fans; diamond sparrows turn their red tails to the swi, ;Whilstbluewrens and yellow-finches -twBer from many bushes. Honey-eaters and nuns add to the myriads., and where the road crosses the Wollpndilly, a crane flieslumtering,-,away. Plovers call from the banks, and Swallows - variotiez we have never' seen before-, line the fences. Oh, this can go on for hpurs1
-its boo-farmer owner presses'upon us some Pounds 'oflionecOmb my,.myl for lunch! Mushrooms we gather still, but can find safe custody for about only 3lbs each - tough luck. And so we come to Maxwell's at Binlow as the bus is about to leave, laden with returning tourists, A murmur runs along the seats as all eyes gaze upon our prize mushronm: at least 1001 12a
+The persimmon tree is quite a delicacy, after the figs, and when its bee-farmer owner presses upon us some pounds of honeycomb - my, my! for lunch! Mushrooms we gather still, but can find safe custody for about only 3lbs each - tough luck. And so we come to Maxwell's at Binlow as the bus is about to leave, laden with returning tourists. A murmur runs along the seats as all eyes gaze upon our prize mushronm: at least (10") (12")
-" across (the mushroom has now stoopod,growing- Ed). '
+" across (the mushroom has now stopped growing - Ed).
-After we get going we enquire-of the driver if there is another bus in the afternonn. There is, so we Ione out and start walking again. For twO hours, we laze on the grassy banks of the river; we swim, we eat blackberries, and we Swim again, Glorious.
+After we get going we enquire of the driver if there is another bus in the afternonn. There is, so we pile out and start walking again. For two hours, we laze on the grassy banks of the river; we swim, we eat blackberries, and we swim again, Glorious.
-Then we hit the 'road again. We dox't walk far before a car picks
-us up, and what a beauty: It rattles, it shakes, it whaezes and it chugs; but it goes, and as it is afternoon, now, and jolly, hot, we welcome the
+Then we hit the road again. We don't walk far before a car picks us up, and what a beauty! It rattles, it shakes, it wheezes and it chugs; but it goes, and as it is afternoon, now, and jolly hot, we welcome the ride. The driver is thin, effeminite individual with glasses and a girlish voice. He is about 30, and a Bible rests by his side. We ask no questions of his profession.
-ride. The driver is thin, of,feminite individual with glasses and a girlish voice. He is about 30., and a Bible rests, by, his side. We ask no ciu:estions
-of his profession. .
+He stops to drop us by the Nattai coal mine, but as I go to open the door, it sticks. "Hit it", murmurs the owner; I let out a wham! and with a reverberating crash, there are the door, side-curtains, hinges and all in a heap on the roadside! With dignified disgust, our benefactor surveys the damage; but it is Sunday, so he cannot swear.
-He stops to drop us by the Nattai coaa mine; but :as 'I go to open the door, it sticks. "Hit it", murmurs the owner; I lot out A wham! and with a reverberating crash, thero are the door, side-curtains, hinges and all in a heap on the roadside.1 With dignified* disgust, our benefactor -surveys the damage; but it is Sunday, so he cannot swear.,-
-Whilst walking around the buildings, we come across (\
+Whilst walking around the buildings, we come across a miner bloke, gorging himself something awful on a wopping water-melon. Being a gentleman, he promptly offers us half of it. An being gentlemen, we accept. As he walks back towards the road with us, we ask our friend where we can get a drink. He insists that we come to the store to have one on him. Naturally we cannot hurt his feelings by refusing!
-a minor bloke, gorging himself something awful on a '6)
-wopping water-melon. Being a gentleman, he promptly' )
+Once more on the road, for the sake of our health, we disdainfully refuse all further lifts. This is all for the best, for the views of the Wollondilly and Nattai, even from the road, are marvellous. The Burragorang, of which I've dreamed for years, but which has always seemed just beyond my reach, now lies below my hand, and I have actually felt the earth of its lower reaches, seen the sparkle of it dew-laden grasses, eaten of its luscious fruits, and gloried in its river. The valley stretches thrity miles to the further hills: tableland and precipice, timbered ridge and rolling pasture land, winding road and river reaches; we gaze at it thus for an hour, and feel almost sorry when the bus arrives.
-- offers us half of it. An being gentlemen, we accept,
-The persimmon tree is auitte a, deliCacy, after the41gs4 and when
+Yes, it has to end. Our weekend in paradise draws to the eternal close; a jolting ride in a crowded bus and a sooty journey in a packed-out train! And on the morrow - work. Yes, we are paupers still, Ah me!
-As he walks back towards the road with us, we ask our friend where we can get a drink. He insists that we come to the store to have one on him. Naturally we cannot hurt his feelings by refusing!
-.
+----
-Once more on the road, for the sake of:our health, we disdainfully refuse all further lifts. This iA all for the best, for the views of the W*11ondilly and Nattail eVein from the road, are marvellous, The Burra.., gorang, of which I've dreamed for years, but which has always seemei just beyond my roaah, now lies below my hand, and I have aCtually felt the earth of its lower roaches, seen the sparkle of it &ow-laden gAsses, eaten of its luscious fruits, and gloried in its rivort The Valley stretcles thrity miles to the. further hillat tableland arid procipicat timbered ridge and rolling pasture land, winding road and river reachos; we gaze at it thus for an hour, and feel almoit sorry when the bits arrivos
-Yes, it has to end. bur weekend. in paradiso traws to the eternal close; a jolting rido in a crowded bus and a sooty journoy in a packod-out trainS And on tho morrow 4 work. Yes, we are paupers still, Ah mei
+__Note:__ The author has since organised two exploratory walks in the Burragorang, but his companions wonder why he ausiiuously steers them away from the particular region of plenty herein described. Surely he cannot completely have denuded it of its "luscious fruits?" - Ed.)
- ,6,1 aim
-NOTE: The author has since organised two exploratory walks in the B1A.rragorang, but hisccompaniono wonder why he ausiiuously steers them away' froz. the particular'region of plenty herein. deuCTibed. Surely he Cannot completely have denuded it of its "luscioufraits?" - Ed.)
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-BUSY AS BEES AT B1ULGUM
+=====Busy As Bees At Bluegum.=====
-"Will the Feduration pay us-orertime?" The arfswor was in the nagativo, but S,B.N. was well represented at the 'Blue Gum wbrking lace. Dot Lawry and Maurio Berry appearod as geneyal overseL,rs, the
-latter often wiolding an axe to good effect. Arthiar Gilroy took another puff at his pipe, thcn stood once more to the crosscut
+"Will the Federation pay us overtime?" The answer was in the negative, but S.B.W. was well represented at the Blue Gum wbrking bee. Dot Lawry and Maurie Berry appeared as general overseers, the latter often wielding an axe to good effect. Arthur Gilroy took another puff at his pipe, then stood once more to the crosscut saw. The President called the tune of "Heave-ho!", as an improvised dam went up, with the assistance of some willing help from the Tech. College party. R.R.C. were well on the go, with cross-cut, axe and shovel, and although we saw little of the Rucksacks, we saw plenty of their work in Govett's Leap Creek.
-saw. The President called the tune of 'Heave-hol",as an improvised
-dam went up, with the assistance of some willifig help from the Tech r.k)llege party. R.R.C. were well on the gcri with cross-cut/ axe and shovel, and although we saw little of the Rucksacksf we saw plenty of their work in Govett's Leap Creek.
+For your information, the Grose River changed its course, and is no longer cutting into the camp sites - well, that is how we figured it to be.
-For your informationl, the Grose Rivex' changed its course, and is no longer cuttinginto the camp. sites - well, thatis how we figured it to be.
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-THE RECORD OF THE ROCKS
-(By Trouper).
+=====The Record Of The Rocks.=====
-Yeola - nearly all of us 'know this haven, but Most of us give.. - scarcply, more than a glance t the rocks from which we dive into the swimming pools,. Inded, it was the Same with me; I had been there before, and I had been happy just to laze about on the grassy bank.
-This time; as I took my plunge in the pool below the tent, something
+By Trouper.
-about tie rocks-arrested my attention. Previously, they hod caused no mental comment. - Slate, I had thought in walking over them to the water's edge",
-just plain ordinary grey slate." Now, however, my eyes lingered, for there 'was something different; something that elevated them above the level of "plain ordinary slate."
+Yeola - nearly all of us know this haven, but most of us give scarcely more than a glance to the rocks from which we dive into the swimming pools. Inded, it was the same with me; I had been there before, and I had been happy just to laze about on the grassy bank.
-The common forms of slate are a fine, uniformly-grey powder compacted into a rock which breaks into flake's. Far from Veing uniform, the grey in this slate was full of long, narrow streakst'in, an b.,3,;regate' of intermingled lines running more or less along the direction of tho river; a pattern not, unlike that of the fine, green, slimy tendrils of the vv ter weeds. I wondered if the pattern represented the remains of some such wed which had been growing amongst the muddy ooze from which this rock was formed in ages past. I stooped to examine them more closely, and as I did so, a pebble caught my eyes.
-Normally, there is ndtbAng unusual-in a pebble - but this one should not have been there, for it was firmly embedded in the slate. Pebbles just don't occur in slate, as a rule; slate ,b,egins its existence as a fine mud on the floor of a lake or sea. Rivers flowing into the lake sort their sediments well. First, W.ere the flow is fast, tiley drop their storms and pebbles, later to form conglomerate; next, where th flow lessensl sands aro deposited, giving sandstonesl-and finally, in the placid waters where there is little or no flow at all, the fine clay in the water is dropped, and from this comes shale and slate. But never is a pebble carried out far enough to be dropped ii the mud,
+This time, as I took my plunge in the pool below the tent, something about the rocks arrested my attention. Previously, they had caused no mental comment. "Hm - slate", I had thought in walking over them to the water's edge, "just plain ordinary grey slate." Now, however, my eyes lingered, for there was something different; something that elevated them above the level of "plain ordinary slate."
-Then how did this pebble get there? I looked around; there was another and yet another - half a dozen of theM. But how could they be amongst the mud? Nearly all were of the same colour as the slate, but definitely units of their own. No satisfactory explanation presented itself.
-Now, here was one of a different colour; a pale bluish-grey, with a translucent appearance. Was it a'pebble of smoky quartz? With my knife, I tried to scratch it - no, it was not quartz, for whereas a knife will not scratch quartz (which is too hard), this pebble scratched easily, Perhaps then, it was limestone? Limestone, why of course/ A limestone fossil: and so were all the others; here at Yeola, the relics of luring organisms.
+The common forms of slate are a fine, uniformly-grey powder compacted into a rock which breaks into flakes. Far from being uniform, the grey in this slate was full of long, narrow streaks, in an aggregate of intermingled lines running more or less along the direction of tho river; a pattern not unlike that of the fine, green, slimy tendrils of the water weeds. I wondered if the pattern represented the remains of some such weed which had been growing amongst the muddy ooze from which this rock was formed in ages past. I stooped to examine them more closely, and as I did so, a pebble caught my eyes.
-Eagerly, I lent to examine them anew, and found dozens of the relics! Yes, in those rock platforms, the fossils siuply abound. There -re two types of fossils in common occurrence, and both typos wer, found here. In the first, the organism drops into the mud and begins to decay. Fraction by
-. ' .
+Normally, there is nothing unusual in a pebble - but this one should not have been there, for it was firmly embedded in the slate. Pebbles just don't occur in slate, as a rule; slate begins its existence as a fine mud on the floor of a lake or sea. Rivers flowing into the lake sort their sediments well. First, where the flow is fast, they drop their stones and pebbles, later to form conglomerate; next, where the flow lessens, sands are deposited, giving sandstones, and finally, in the placid waters where there is little or no flow at all, the fine clay in the water is dropped, and from this comes shale and slate. But never is a pebble carried out far enough to be dropped in the mud.
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+Then how did this pebble get there? I looked around; there was another and yet another - half a dozen of them. But how could they be amongst the mud? Nearly all were of the same colour as the slate, but definitely units of their own. No satisfactory explanation presented itself.
-fraction, each decaying cell is replaced by minute particles of the mud, and as this process continues, taking years to complete, the mud retains part or all of the pattern of the animal, fish or plant which it is renlacing. These werc, rl "pebbles" which had the same colour as the ,slate they wre, in fact,- of tl same substance. It the second type of fossil, the actual bon-s of the anlinal etc. may be covered over by the muds, bolero they hlve time to decay.- The skeleton changes into the pale grey, soft limestone, so distinctive against tl' dark grey of the slate.
-It does not need a geologist to find these fossils, for they are easily seen in the rock platform above the pool in front of the camp site They represent the remains of ancient shellfish, termed "spiriftra" (singular, "spirifor"), and you may see the actua limestone of thd shells, and in one or two isolated cases, there is, inside this limestone, the grey s3-4-- replacement of the internal orrmns.
+Now, here was one of a different colour; a pale bluish-grey, with a translucent appearance. Was it a pebble of smoky quartz? With my knife, I tried to scratch it - no, it was not quartz, for whereas a knife will not scratch quartz (which is too hard), this pebble scratched easily. Perhaps then, it was limestone? Limestone, why of course! A limestone fossil! and so were all the others; here at Yeola, the relics of luring organisms.
-Spirif era wore brachiopods - i e. shellfish of a structure similar to cockles or muscles - which grew somewhat as shown in the drawing. The -outer (limestone) shell remains in many places, and in one instance - about half way across the top of the rock step some six
-w
+Eagerly, I lent to examine them anew, and found dozens of the relics! Yes, in those rock platforms, the fossils simply abound. There are two types of fossils in common occurrence, and both types were found here. In the first, the organism drops into the mud and begins to decay. Fraction by fraction, each decaying cell is replaced by minute particles of the mud, and as this process continues, taking years to complete, the mud retains part or all of the pattern of the animal, fish or plant which it is replacing. These were the "pebbles" which had the same colour as the slate - they were, in fact, of the same substance. It the second type of fossil, the actual bones of the animal etc. may be covered over by the muds, before they have time to decay. The skeleton changes into the pale grey, soft limestone, so distinctive against the dark grey of the slate.
-foot above the pool - is a specimen, some 3" across
- almost the whole of the shell preserved, and ZEC00)2,5)0 a clear cast of the internal organs. The spiral
+It does not need a geologist to find these fossils, for they are easily seen in the rock platform above the pool in front of the camp site. They represent the remains of ancient shellfish, termed "spirifera" (singular, "spirifer"), and you may see the actual limestone of ted shells, and in one or two isolated cases, there is, inside this limestone, the grey slate replacement of the internal organs.
-shown in the diagram represents the secendary
-muscle used ,in opening and closing the turn shells;
+Spirifera wore brachiopods - i.e. shellfish of a structure similar to cockles or muscles - which grew somewhat as shown in the drawing. The outer (limestone) shell remains in many places, and in one instance - about half way across the top of the rock step some six foot above the pool - is a specimen, some 3" across with almost the whole of the shell preserved, and a clear cast of the internal organs. The spiral shown in the diagram represents the secondary muscle used ,in opening and closing the turn shells; and in this particular specimen, there appears a clearly defined cross-section of this muscle, etched in slate.
-and in this particular specimen, thellp appears a clearly defined cross-section of this muscle, etched in slate.
-There is yet a third type of fossil, or rather, strictly speaking, not a fossil - and that is a cast. Instead of 'replacing the animal,.etc. the muds: . might make a cast of them, just as a dentist might make a cast of-a jaw beIbre
+There is yet a third type of fossil, or rather, strictly speaking, not a fossil - and that is a cast. Instead of replacing the animal, etc. the muds might make a cast of them, just as a dentist might make a cast of a jaw before fitting false teeth. These shell casts - numbers of them - may be found here, along with the fossils, some casts being in the grey slates, and some in the chocolate-coloured cliffs on the far side, One such cast is depicted in the drawing, which is approximately life-size.
-fitting false teeth. These shell casts - numbers of them - may be found here,' along with the fossils, some casts being in the grey
-slates, and some in the 'chocolate-coloured cliffs on
+Thus, when next you go to Yeola, with its buffalo grass on which to camp, blckberries to tickle the palate, and picturesque swimming pools in which to while away the hours, you may read a page of geology's history book; evidence from the seas of millions of years ago preserved in the rocks from which you dive.
-the far side, One such cast is depicted in the drawing, -Which is approximately life-size. '
-grass on which to camp, blckberries'to tickle the
-palate, and picturesque swimming pools in which to while away the hours, you may read a page of geology's history book; evidence from the seas of millions of years ag- 'preserved in the rocks from which you diltLe.
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-Thus, when next you go to Yeolal with its buffalo. .
 "POINTS FOR PRO32ECTIVES"
 by "Dingo".