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-BUSHWALICR
+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
-A monthly Bulletin'matters of interest to the Sydney BUSh Walkers, '.c/ Ingersoll Hall, 56 Crown St. Sydney.
-No.14 OCTOBER 1946 Price 6d,
+A monthly Bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, c/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St. Sydney.
-THE SYDNEY
--Editor: Ron Knightley Assists: :Elsa McGregor
+====No.14 October 1946 Price 6d.====
-Norma Barden
-Illustrationef Dennis Gittoes.
+|**Editor**|Ron Knightley|
-Bus Manager: Production: Ar,sist.
+|**Assists**|Elsa McGregor, Norma Barden|
-Sales & Subs.
+|**Illustrations**|Dennis Gittoes|
-Maurie Berry Brian Harvey Peu y Bransdon Jean Harvey.
+|**Bus. Manager**|Maurie Berry|
-CONTENTS
+|**Production**|Brian Harvey|
-"Bartle- Frere",... Laurence i. Rayner v!A, BUshtalkers Reserve
+|**Assist.**|Peggy Bransdon|
-or a Fauna-& Flbra ReserveU..M.arie B. Byles "Blue-Gum Interlude "Shorty"
+|**Sales & Subs.**|Jean Harvey|
-It's Goodman's -
-A Spy Among the Bushxwalkert
+=====Contents=====
-(Tim Midnight):,
-"That Man Again" "Paddy"
+| | |Page|
-The G
+|"Bartle Frere"|Laurence T. Rayner| 2|
-Like a small grey coffee-pot,
+|"A Bushwalkers Reserve or a Fauna & Flora Reserve"|Marie B. Byles| 6|
-sits the squirrel. He is not
+|"Blue-Gum Interlude"|"Shorty"| 7|
-all he should be, kills by dozens trees, and eats
+|A Spy Among the Bushwalkers(Time Midnight)| | 9|
+|"That Man Again"|"Paddy"|10|
+|It's Goodman's| |12|
+=====The Grey Squirrel.=====
+Like a small grey\\
+coffee-pot,\\
+sits the squirrel.\\
+He is not
+all he should be,\\
+kills by dozens\\
+trees, and eats\\
 his red-brown cousins.
-The keeper on the other hand,
-who shot him, is e. Christian, and
+The keeper on the\\
-loves his enemies, which shows
+other hand,\\
-the squirrel was not
+who shot him, is\\
-one Of those.
+a Christian, and
-.
-.
+loves his enemies,\\
-Huthbert Wolfe
+which shows\\
-Bartle Frere.
+the squirrel was not\\
+one of those.
+(Humbert Wolfe).
+=====Bartle Frere.=====
 by Laurence T. Tayner.
-This mountain has personality, I was certain of it even befpro I had: seen it. 1 heard many tales about is gold reefs, the wattle fringed flats on the top, and the jungle teeming with pythons, The were told by prospectors_, timberget ters and commn ndos, who struLL, along the' slOi)es- and -S:boriey ridgeS, in the heat of the summer or some showery day.
-I should have been well prepared, when the express after a shrill whistla, burst onto the open flats at Pawngilly and the mountain came in full view, yet I was overawed. It was sunset and r forlorn cloud drifted across halfway up its darkened slopes, like the veil on an exotic bec uty. But there was no time to wr,ste, I h..d to watch the ridge w4ich leads from Broken Nose to the top. It looks feasible -J concluded.. By this time the train arrived opposite th rt huge gap which separates this mountain from Bellenden K6r. The red hue died off: -_nd Cho sky turned now rEDpidly, first turquoise !7nd then into deep blue. The first strrs shone through theblue curtrin Elld the b1:-ck ridges became lost in the grthering dusk, as we rumbled towards Dordonvnle.
-I mus'tclimb it was my first thought, but will there be anybody willing to join me in this venture wrs the second, The train arrived late at Cairns, "your only hope is to $7dvortiso in the Post for P walking partner", said my friend, ,ra member of the former airs' Alpine Club, who mot me on the pl?tfdrm.. "I tried h-rd and could not find a single soul for you", he added.
-I rim on principle against too much publicity, for mountaineering ia essentially rt sport ftr,removed from the noise r nd bustle of the city. "It will not work", I said feebly. --"There is no harm in trying", was his irrefutable reply. So the article duly appeared. Lo and behold there was a taker, a young chop from Mareeba phoned me and in three short minutes we agreed on the walk. Of course it was easy, we both wanted te do it badly, he was after the orchids and I was eager for the views.
-The next th7y- everything in cairns seemed beautiful, even the dusty rood loading to the foothills, where I wandered to get some photos, looked pleasant. There was only one thing which had ma worried, the weather. -- It was a glorious mornAng as the train wound its tortous way, climbing the hillside to Stoney Crock. The gren squares of the cane fields alternating with the Prod soil patches provided a lovely chessboard, for the gods to ply on. The waters of the river mirrored - cloor sky but clouds wore gathering as I arrived at Barron Falls. Descending to the foot of the falls, where the water foams over black rooks and, the spray flies, 1 mu,
-.
-how much more impressive these falls must have been in the days before the hydro generators were installed. Still I enjoyed being shown through the Works and especially the ride on the cable car,
- which provides a grandstand 'view of the falls.
-At lunch I was in "Paradise", and considering the beauty and'
- variety of the vegett ion, it really is a paradise for the botanist. Nightfall found me discussing details of the climb with my partner at
-We decided :to meet three days hence on the Saturday night at Peeramon; in the meantime I was to WO the tourist attractions of the tablelands.
-,
-- The road from ,RaTenshoe to the big Millstream Falls reminded me of Now South Wale's: Tall gum trees, sparse undergrowth, there is really nothinE to assure you, that this part of Australia is dn the tropics. The military campsites along the road made it difficult to find the turn off and I felt lucky when the lovely falls came into view, just at sunset. The water seems to form a perfect unbroken curtain, the typo you could watch for hours on end.
- HOW different are the Tully Falls. The road winds betweon lush green walls, the _rain forest seems to close in on you. As you arriv o at the sunlit lookout, vi here you can see the waters of the Tully leaping into a huge -granitd chasm, you can not help being ovorwholmod by the grandeur of the scene. A Pathleads to the foot of the falls and walking down it seamed to me that these are the best falls on the tablelands and by the time I arrived at the bottom, where tho sun- - rayS form -a rainbow, on the everlasting spray, this feeling became a certainty. At the swimMing pool on the top I was told, that a new hydro station will he established in the near future, utilizing the 1500' drop. I sincerely hope that the engineers will preserve the beauty of these _unique falls in all their glory.
-The highlights of the road to Millaa-Millaa are those patahes of rainforest, which-have escaped the axe and fire, but they seem to be in danger right now The Miilaa-Millaa Falls suffered by coMparison with the Tully, and so did the other scenic gams, like thd crater
-lakes, Barrine and Eacham.
-Mt. Quincan proved to be a most fascinating and easily acessible crater, yet I have the impression, that very few of those people, who admire the curtain and cathedral figtrees *ver climb this hill, although it provided the rich volcanic soil for these forest giants. The perfectly circular crater is a sight in itself, but there is also
-a beautiful cycloramic view awaiting those who gat to the trig. I, watched from the top the lazy clouds which crowned Bartle Frere,for the last week': they seemed to be lifting slowly. Can it be, th&t they will be gone by the tim3 -1 arrive there-. It would be good. -
-was lucky. The next -morning as we admired the view from
-Lamond's Hill there was not the slighcbo-st trace of 'the clouds. There
-waB m.Q44...ga ttn rrao.,\I.nt9-irt luLth the s-0-0, aq th e be-ckunand, apd
-.
+This mountain has personality, I was certain of it even before I had seen it. I heard many tales about its gold reefs, the wattle fringed flats on the top, and the jungle teeming with pythons. They were told by prospectors, timbergetters and commnndos, who struggled along the slopes and stoney ridges, in the heat of the summer or some showery day.
-the green ridges seemed to beckon, come closer. We had lunch near to a singing stream, on a' luscious meadow called Gurkha Clearing, at the head of the Russell River track. -ThiS-wOuld be an ideal spot for a boarding house, or chalet, for people who would see the view from the peak. It does not take more than a day to there, but we did not know this at the time.
-We entered the jungle and followed the Rusael River track fc/ while It was a very ticklish job to find the place to turn off for the ridge, which divides the watershed of the Russell, from that of the Mulgrave River. I had to use my bushwalkor's instinct, such as it is, and we marked a huge tree with a couple af. slashes where we left the track. The going in the jungle was pretty heavy, as there are plenty of "wait a lahiles" and their close relatives, but fortunately we found only very few stinging trees. The divide, right here, is fairly broad and flat and it is easy to wander off it, so we were *glad to find a jam jar and later a bottle on the stick, pro,Jing that we were on the right ridge. From here_ on we found slIch marks et fairly regular intervals. At the. last saddle, before the ridge sets steeper, we found water in the illy aJd a level
+I should have been well prepared, when the express after a shrill whistle, burst onto the open flats at Pawngilly and the mountain came in full view, yet I was overawed. It was sunset and a forlorn cloud drifted across halfway up its darkened slopes, like the veil on an exotic beauty. But there was no time to waste, I had to watch the ridge which leads from Broken Nose to the top. It looks feasible, I concluded. By this time the train arrived opposite that huge gap which separates this mountain from Bellenden Ker. The red hue died off, and the sky turned now rapidly, first turquoise and then into deep blue. The first stars shone through the blue curtain and the black ridges became lost in the gathering dusk, as we rumbled towards Gordonvale.
-spot, so we decided to make an early camp. Eoon the tent was pitthed and the camp fire i;rovided a homely touch to the scer6.
+I must climb it was my first thought, but will there be anybody willing to join me in this venture was the second. The train arrived late at Cairns, "your only hope is to advortise in the Post for a walking partner", said my friend, a member of the former Cairns' Alpine Club, who met me on the platform. "I tried hard and could not find a single soul for you", he added.
+I am on principle against too much publicity, for mountaineering ia essentially a sport far removed from the noise and bustle of the city. "It will not work", I said feebly. "There is no harm in trying", was his irrefutable reply. So the article duly appeared. Lo and behold there was a taker, a young chap from Mareeba phoned me and in three short minutes we agreed on the walk. Of course it was easy, we both wanted to do it badly, he was after the orchids and I was eager for the views.
+The next day everything in Cairns seemed beautiful, even the dusty road leading to the foothills, where I wandered to get some photos, looked pleasant. There was only one thing which had me worried, the weather. -- It was a glorious morning as the train wound its tortuous way, climbing the hillside to Stoney Creek. The green squares of the cane fields alternating with the red soil patches provided a lovely chessboard, for the gods to play on. The waters of the river mirrored a clear sky but clouds were gathering as I arrived at Barron Falls. Descending to the foot of the falls, where the water foams over black rooks and the spray flies, I mused, how much more impressive these falls must have been in the days before the hydro generators were installed. Still I enjoyed being shown through the Works and especially the ride on the cable car, which provides a grandstand view of the falls.
+At lunch I was in "Paradise", and considering the beauty and variety of the vegetation, it really is a paradise for the botanist. Nightfall found me discussing details of the climb with my partner at Mareeba. We decided to meet three days hence on the Saturday night at Peeramon, in the meantime I was to see the tourist attractions of the tablelands.
+The road from Ravenshoe to the big Millstream Falls reminded me of New South Wales. Tall gum trees, sparse undergrowth, there is really nothing to assure you, that this part of Australia is in the tropics. The military campsites along the road made it difficult to find the turn off and I felt lucky when the lovely falls came into view, just at sunset. The water seems to form a perfect unbroken curtain, the type you could watch for hours on end.
+How different are the Tully Falls. The road winds between lush green walls, the rain forest seems to close in on you. As you arrive at the sunlit lookout, where you can see the waters of the Tully leaping into a huge granite chasm, you can not help being overwhelmed by the grandeur of the scene. A path leads to the foot of the falls and walking down it seemed to me that these are the best falls on the tablelands and by the time I arrived at the bottom, where the sunrays form a rainbow on the everlasting spray, this feeling became a certainty. At the swimming pool on the top I was told, that a new hydro station will he established in the near future, utilizing the 1500' drop. I sincerely hope that the engineers will preserve the beauty of these unique falls in all their glory.
+The highlights of the road to Millaa-Millaa are those patahes of rainforest, which have escaped the axe and fire, but they seem to be in danger right now. The Miilaa-Millaa Falls suffered by comparison with the Tully, and so did the other scenic gems, like the crater lakes, Barrine and Eacham.
+Mt. Quincan proved to be a most fascinating and easily acessible crater, yet I have the impression, that very few of those people, who admire the curtain and cathedral figtrees ever climb this hill, although it provided the rich volcanic soil for these forest giants. The perfectly circular crater is a sight in itself, but there is also a beautiful cycloramic view awaiting those who get to the trig. I watched from the top the lazy clouds which crowned Bartle Frere for the last week; they seemed to be lifting slowly. Can it be, that they will be gone by the time I arrive there. It would be good.
+I was lucky. The next morning as we admired the view from Lamond's Hill there was not the slightest trace of the clouds. There was only the majestic moutain with the sea as the background, and the green ridges seemed to beckon, come closer. We had lunch near to a singing stream, on a luscious meadow called Gurkha Clearing, at the head of the Russell River track. This would be an ideal spot for a boarding house, or chalet, for people who would see the view from the peak. It does not take more than a day to get there, but we did not know this at the time.
+We entered the jungle and followed the Russel River track for a while. It was a very ticklish job to find the place to turn off for the ridge, which divides the watershed of the Russell, from that of the Mulgrave River. I had to use my bushwalker's instinct, such as it is, and we marked a huge tree with a couple of slashes where we left the track. The going in the jungle was pretty heavy, as there are plenty of "wait a whiles" and their close relatives, but fortunately we found only very few stinging trees. The divide, right here, is fairly broad and flat and it is easy to wander off it, so we were glad to find a jam jar and later a bottle on the stick, proving that we were on the right ridge. From here on we found such marks at fairly regular intervals. At the last saddle, before the ridge gets steeper, we found water in the gully and a level spot, so we decided to make an early camp. Soon the tent was pitched and the camp fire provided a homely touch to the scene.
 In the morning the ridge proved to be the right one and our hor.1 were high as we caught glimpses of the view, from the top of s ome orchid covered boulder. Ferns and orchids seem to love these'heigh, as all fallen trees and rocks were fairly smothered under their leaves. We passed various commando camps on the way, and at about 11- coclock arrived at an open patch on the north peak of the mountain. This window in the jungle, must have been burned by soldiers, or other people who climbed the peak. It is the only place on Bartle Frere where we could see the ravages of bush-fire, although at one section our ascent has been blocked, not only by giant grymite boulders, but by the vandal destruction of some fine treO,
 The :view is not cycloramic, but very impressive 'just the sme. The toWering mass of the south peak, which is :bout 400' higher, blotted out much of the'cor,..stal view. The milit,lry, map calls the north peak "Chooree Chillum" the aboriginal vvv, and registers the same height for both peaks, but I cl n not accept this as being correct.