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-|"Bartle Frere"|Laurence T. Rayner| 2|
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 |"A Bushwalkers Reserve or a Fauna & Flora Reserve"|Marie B. Byles| 6|
 |"Blue-Gum Interlude"|"Shorty"| 7|
-|A Spy Among the Bushwalkers(Time Midnight)| | 9|
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 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,
+In the morning the ridge proved to be the right one and our hopes were high as we caught glimpses of the view, from the top of some orchid covered boulder. Ferns and orchids seem to love these heights as all fallen trees and rocks were fairly smothered under their leaves. We passed various commando camps on the way, and at about 11 o'clock 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 granite boulders, but by the vandal destruction of some fine trees.
-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.
-Our route lay on the top of the mountPin P.,nd We hd a great time in climbing the rocks that blocked our path. Thessobstacles served also as lookout points, and the views of Bellenden Ker, the Mulgrave valley and the maze of ridges, made the picture unforgettoble. Close ?t hand the rocks seemed to hP,ve been piled up by some-pre-historic giant, in-the distrmce waterfalls were tum-bling into the green abyss.
+The :view is not cycloramic, but very impressive just the same. The towering mass of the south peak, which is about 400' higher, blotted out much of the coastal view. The military map calls the north peak "Chooree Chillum" the aboriginal way, and registers the same height for both peaks, but I can not accept this as being correct.
-I felt, I could float out above the valley free of the cares of the world. But the body can not live by views only, it needs food and -water There :was no wat(3r at lurwhtime, $0 we WeTi49 glad-fo-find a
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+Our route lay on the top of the mountain and we had a great time in climbing the rocks that blocked our path. These obstacles served also as lookout points, and the views of Bellenden Ker, the Mulgrave valley and the maze of ridges, made the picture unforgettable. Close at hand the rocks seemed to have been piled up by some pre-historic giant, in the distance waterfalls were tumbling into the green abyss. I felt, I could float out above the valley free of the cares of the world. But the body can not live by views only, it needs food and water! There was no water at lunchtime, so we were glad to find a little permanent stream, just before we dived down into the last saddle separating us from the summit. Here is a suitable place for a shelter hut, with a few bunks, blankets and a fireplace.
-little permanent -stream, ,just before we dived down into, the last saddle separating us from the summit. 'Here-La' a suitable place for a shelter hut, with afew bunks blankets and a firaplace.
-We had to hurry, tha weather had been kind to us for two cloudless days.- Will it be like this tomorrow? I had too many, disappointments in the past to trust to luck, so we pushed on. In the saddle we met our little stream again, gurgling under rocks, bobbing out here and there but mostly flowing underground, or under heaps of rock perhaps 30' below its embankments. The final climb was short and sweet,---I mean steep, but not too difficult. We
+We had to hurry, the weather had been kind to us for two cloudless days. Will it be like this tomorrow? I had too many disappointments in the past to trust to luck, so we pushed on. In the saddle we met our little stream again, gurgling under rocks, bobbing out here and there but mostly flowing underground, or under heaps of rock perhaps 30' below its embankments. The final climb was short and sweet - I mean steep - but not too difficult. We found that the slash marks lead to the summit too, the army must have been here before us. Still the view that greeted us was ours - ours only. It was late and the horizontal rays of the dying sun outlined the distant ridges and valleys, with unusual clarity. Only over the sea hovered a veil of mist. The cane fields gleamed like emerald lagoons. We tried to locate the various landmarks - yes, that is Innisfail, with the Johhstone River, and those mountains which rise sheer from the sea form Hinchenbrook Island, and: then one of those two small islands, must be Dunk Islan. By jove, I can see Banfield watching us! How small everything viewed from here seems, even the crater of Mt. Quincan is just a heap of sand, which had been left on the platuau by some playful child. The shadows lengthened and it became decidedly cool, so after carefully picking the ridge that leads to Broken Nose, we started our descent.
-found that the slash marks lead to the summit too, the army' must have been here before us. Still the vtew that greeted us was ours,--- ours only. It was late and-the horizontal rays of the dying sun outlined the distant ridges and valleys, with unusual clardty. Only over, the sea hovered a veil of mist. The cane fields gleamed like
-emerald lagoons. We tried to' locate the various landmarks,---yes,
+The last 500 or 600 feet of our ascent lead us through very dense undergrowth and saplings, now we had to pass through a similar, but much more extensive zone. Our task was increased by the huge rough granite boulders, which seem to form a continuous belt, all around the summit. As night approached rapidly, we had to pitch our tent not far from the peak, on a reed covered slope. The little tent nestled in the hollow, between the rocks and stunted trees, like a white bird. The bright stars heralded a cold night, but with the cheery campfire warming us, we did not mind.
-that is- Innisfail, with the Johhstone River, and those mountadns
-which rise sheer from the- sea form dincht-brook Island, and: then one
+It __was__ "a cold frosty morning" that greeted us. The tent was frozen stiff and frost covered the reeds, but as the sun rose from the sea, its crimson rays lent the view that touch, which lifted it from the beautiful, to the sublime. The chill easterly breeze brought us quickly back to earth again. The breakfast was only a scanty affair, for we had a dry camp and our idea was to gat a second helping, as soon as we found water. The coast seemed close at hand too, so we were lead to believe, that we would have an easy day before us. The rocks taught us better. They seem to be heaped in an interminable mass along the ridge, as we climbed down - down to the valley.
-of those two small islands, must be Dunk ;gland, By jove.,- I can
-see Banfield watching us! How small eve-rything viewed from here seems,
+We found no water. By lunchtime our throats were parched, but at last we left the region,. where reads and saplings form solid floors and walls and entered the rain forest once again. Its green ceiling sheltered us from sun and wind. On our way we could hear waterfalls, far below us, tumbling into deep gorges, and the mocking call of small birds; "it is easy to get there". Yes, it is easy to fly, but if you leave the reasonable slope of the ridge for some deep gully, you will be sorry. So, on we plodded, until at about 4 o'clock, when the two thirsty walkers arrived at their Mecca, the crystal waters of Kowadgi Creek. The stream here forms some beautiful cascades, and its clean waters leap joyfully from rockpool to rockpool, amidst towering trees. A little flat spot at the crossing, proved so attractive, that they welcomed the idea of an early camp, with the billy boiling and the rushing creek singing a lullaby. It was warm, that night in the shelter of the tall timber.
-even the crater of Mt. ,;luincan is just a heap of sand, which had
-been left on theplatuau by some_playfur=child. The shadows lengthened and it became decidedly cool, so after carefully picking
+The last day was rather rushed, as we had to catch the train at Pawngilly. We rose once again before the sun, and in the short, but scratchy hours, left the jungle behind us. As we speeded along the good road, some drifting clouds slowly enveloped our mountain, in their impenetrable shroud.
-the ridge that leads to Broken'Nose,:we started Our descent.
-The last 500 or 600 -feet of our ascent lead us through very
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-dense undergrowth and saplings, now we had to pass through a similar, but much more extensive zone. Our task as increased by the huge rough granite boulders, which seam to form a continUcus belt, all around the summit. As bight approached rapidly, we had to pitch our
-tent not far from the peak, on a reed covered slope. The little tent nestled in the hollow, between, the rocks and stunted trees, like a white bird. The bright stars heralded a cold night, but with the cheery campfire'warming us, we did not mind:
-It was; "a cold frosty morning", that greeted us. The tent was
-frozen stiff and frost covered the reeds, but as the sun rose from
-the sea, its crimson rays lent the 'View that touch., which lifted it
-from the beautiful, to the sublime. The 'chill easterly breeze
-brought us quickly back to earth again. The breakfast was only a scanty affair, for we had a dry camp and our idea was to gat a second heaping, as soon as we found' water. The coast seemed close at hand too, so we were lead to believe, that we would have an easy day
-before us. The rocks taught us better. They seem to be heaped in an interminable mass alare'th rid.412,;' szi we olinibed'down --down to the
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-H. Vie found..no water. By luncht ime our throats were parched..., b.Ut
-at last we left the region,. where reads and:.'saplings form solid floors
-..-and walls and entered the rain forest once again. Its green ceiling sheltered us from sun and wind'. On our way we could hoar waterfalls, far below us, tumbling into deep. ,gorges, and the mocking call of small birds; "it is easy to get there. :' Yet vi it is easy to fly, but if you leave the -reasonable :slope Of th-e for some deep
-gully, you will be sorry.. So, on we ploddeci., until at about 4 07 clOckt when the two thirsty walkers arrived at their Mecca., the crystal water$ of Kowadgi Creek. The stream hare forms some beautiful cascades, L-i_d its clean waters leap joyfully from rockpool to rockpool, amidst.- towering trees. A little flat spot at the crossing, -proved_so cttractive, that they welcomed tha idea of an early camp,: With the billy boiling and the rushing creek singing a lullaby. It was warm,. that night in the shelter of the tall timber.
-The last day was ratherrushod, as. wehd to catch the train at Pawngilly. We rose once again before the sun, and in tho short, but scrtchy 'hours, left the jungle behind us. As we speeded along the good ricy:Id, some drifting cicuds slowly enveloped our Mountain, in their impon etrable shroud. --
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