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-. A TALE OP WOE.
+=====A Tale Of Woe.=====
 By Dennis Gittoes.
-Be warned -- never hire a car! That is, unless you are SU= it will go till the end of the journey. _Bill Cosgrove, George Diblc, Len Scotland, Fred Svenson and. I, hired a car together but none Of ven looked under the seat to see if there were any tools.
-The first day, after running out of petrol once, blowing out pile tire and tube, (and, of course finding NO tools), we camped by the roadside near Tarcutta in the Riverina.
+Be warned - never hire a car! That is, unless you are SURE it will go till the end of the journey. Bill Cosgrove, George Dibley, Len Scotland, Fred Svenson and I, hired a car together but none of us even looked under the seat to see if there were any tools.
-Next day, as we were driving down the main street in Wangaratta (Vic.) one of the back tires gave way, leaving only three for the rest of the trip. That night there was talk of dropping the original Mount
-'-::-Blilletr-p-Ian,--and catching buses and trucks to all parts of_the',countryside, Melbourne included. It would have been quite pleasant -sending a week on the banks of the Ovens at Wangaratta. However we were very fortuhate in being able to buy two old tires from the tire repair man in town and so -- e were free as the breeze, open road, open -- the bonnet and see why she won't go!"
+The first day, after running out of petrol once, blowing out one tire and tube, (and, of course finding NO tools), we camped by the roadside near Tarcutta in the Riverina.
-Now it was the motor pegged out on the steep grade just out
-of Harrietville. After pulling to pieces everything that we could, with the sole aid of a pair of pliers, namely, the petrol system and half the ignition system, 70 turned the stubborn car back downhill to coast beautifully (?) - until we were about a mile below the St. Bernard Hospice site when she petered out again.
+Next day, as we were driving down the main street in Wangaratta (Vic.) one of the back tires gave way, leaving only three for the rest of the trip. That night there was talk of dropping the original Mount Buller plan, and catching buses and trucks to all parts of the countryside, Melbourne included. It would have been quite pleasant spending a week on the banks of the Ovens at Wangaratta. However we were very fortunate in being able to buy two old tires from the tire repair man in town and so - "We were free as the breeze, open road, open - the bonnet! and see why she won't go!"
-And so another night of arguing as to whether we should go on or go back - as if we could go anywhere:
-Next mornirrx Len and I walked down to the car to get some gear and food. Just for luck he put his foot oft the starter and she went - first kick: So like a lot of mugs we threw our gear into (and onto) the liz, and climbed into (and only) it ourselves and went gaily on uphill, till we reached the top of Mr. Hotham where she conked ou-- Yes! Haven't I said that before? ell, we lay in the glorious alpins sunshine for three or four hours whilst two of our party l'ont on to the Chalet. They said they had lunch there, anyhow they did bring throe nice young girls back with them. In the meantime, a passing motorist 'sent a couple of mechanics up from Bright who fixed the Ford. These
+Now it was the motor pegged out on the steep grade just out of Harrietville. After pulling to pieces everything that we could, with the sole aid of a pair of pliers, namely, the petrol system and half the ignition system, we turned the stubborn car back downhill to coast beautifully (?) - until we were about a mile below the St. Bernard Hospice site when she petered out again.
-charged us eight pounds much to our horror. Half this cost was the two shillings a mile each way fee. And we even lent them our
+And so another night of arguing as to whether we should go on or go back - as if we could go anywhere!
-t,n opener at one stage:
-The trip so far, was like one series of breakdowns and tha further we went the more frequent they became. qe learned an excellent stunt for making the liz go when she repeatedly stopped. She would peter out about evdry mi1 (or evefl loss), on hills, 00 we poured water on various vell-to of the motor till it we)at. Using these tactics, we coaxed the old bus down to mac), then n croa toCorryong, camping the night on Deep Crook betwen tla tIv.0 town-sl, ail the Nariel Road.
+Next morning Len and I walked down to the car to get some gear and food. Just for luck he put his foot on the starter and she went - first kick! So like a lot of mugs we threw our gear into (and onto) the liz, and climbed into (and only) it ourselves and went gaily on uphill, till we reached the top of Mr. Hotham where she conked ou-- Yes! Haven't I said that before? Well, we lay in the glorious alpine sunshine for three or four hours whilst two of our party went on to the Chalet. They said they had lunch there, anyhow they did bring three nice young girls back with them. In the meantime, a passing motorist sent a couple of mechanics up from Bright who fixed the Ford. These mechanics charged us eight pounds much to our horror. Half this cost was the two shillings a mile each way fee. And we even lent them our tin opener at one stage!
-The unfaithful 1'odd fleY on past Corryong,' and ye ca_ped that night on the banks of the Lurray River near Thancoban. -17extorning, -e drove the car on for a few i1e and then walked to Reods laats, via Geehi Walls. At least -- the others walked -- I rode a horse. That afternoon we made camp in full view of the 1:ain Range, whose swirling laists and rugged ridges turned a pinkish tint in the light from the dying sun.
-On the following iorning we climbed the Pinnacle (5170 feet), rhich is the bump on the southern end of the Grey Hare Range. A fairly (pod view could be obtained from the trig. ,a_ter is always to be found last a little to the north, in a little gully, as it is above the snow
+The trip so far, was like one series of breakdowns and the further we went the __more__ frequent they became. We learned an excellent stunt for making the liz go when she repeatedly stopped. She would peter out about every mi1e (or even loss) on hills, so we poured water on various parts of the motor till it went. Using these tactics, we coaxed the old bus down to Omeo, then across to Corryong, camping the night on Deep Creek betwen the two towns, on the Nariel Road.
-T1-_e_I:Lain Range was silhouetted by the dawn of the next day as
-. 4713,-8-0-1-'rtreulTY retraced our steps back to the car. I say sorrowfully,
+The unfaithful odd flew on past Corryong, and we camped that night on the banks of the Murray River near Khancoban. Next morning, we drove the car on for a few mi1ew and then walked to Reeds Flats, via Geehi Walls. At least - the others walked - I rode a horse. That afternoon we made camp in full view of the Main Range, whose swirling mists and rugged ridges turned a pinkish tint in the light from the dying sun.
--ft/a Ife-viet-e-now well and truly on our way home. Leaving behirra green Geehi Plats, nestling between the wooded foothills, we reached the car, and then motored out onto the undulating plains. The big 1.ountains formed a backdrop till they finally -merged into the twilight near Batlow.
-Len drove the ''faithful" old bus on--.:1rds through the night at
+On the following iorning we climbed the Pinnacle (5170 feet), which is the bump on the southern end of the Grey Mare Range. A fairly good view could be obtained from the trig. Water is always to be found just a little to the north, in a little gully, as it is above the snow line.
-' a terrific pace, out goal being Tumut. Thulqo, Thu:.-.2p! tire flat, change wheel, on again. Len turns the steering wheel to go round a sharp bend in the road, the car doesntt answer. Pront spring broken! Somehow we managed to crawl into 2amut about 1,iidniLht, and as we clattered noisil into the camping grounds we must have caused sleeplessness in the tents and caravans of our many neighbours. Je decided to struggle on to Gundagai early next morning, before breakfast, and there get the front spring mended.
-.e started again before dawn and repeated the perforiaance of the night, by driving noisily out of the camping grounds, and waring everyone up. Eight cloch found us coo-kik; breakfast in a rubbish dump on the outskirts of Gundagai.
+The Main Range was silhouetted by the dawn of the next day as we sorrowfully retraced our steps back to the car. I say sorrowfully, for we were now well and truly on our way home. Leaving behind green Geehi Flats, nestling between the wooded foothills, we reached the car, and then motored out onto the undulating plains. The big mountains formed a backdrop till they finally merged into the twilight near Batlow.
-The garage man wouldn/t rend out spring but he lent us his tools, and due mainly to the efforts of Len, we soon had the Gar in tip top order. By midday we were speeding on again through the haze. As the
-eage posts flashed one by one behind us, the sun gradually relaxed its relentless heat and glare, and it was evening when we stopped by the cool banks of Paddy's River for tea.
+Len drove the "faithful" old bus onwards through the night at a terrific pace, out goal being Tumut. Thump, Thump! tire flat, change wheel, on again. Len turns the steering wheel to go round a sharp bend in the road, the car doesn't answer. Front spring broken! Somehow we managed to crawl into Tumut about midnight, and as we clattered noisily into the camping grounds we must have caused sleeplessness in the tents and caravans of our many neighbours. We decided to struggle on to Gundagai early next morning, before breakfast, and there get the front spring mended.
-_shortly we entered the hateful, smoky city, but somehow my mind was still sowewhere down near.Kosciusko's side.
+We started again before dawn and repeated the perforiaance of the night, by driving noisily out of the camping grounds, and waking everyone up. Eight o'clock found us cooking breakfast in a rubbish dump on the outskirts of Gundagai.
-Rumour has it that a certain member tried to poison a prospective with custard on a recent walk, and the prospective retaliated by trying to poison the nien,ber with porridge the following morning. What is the Club covain. to when prospectives can take such liberties without being seve-relzr reprimanded?
+The garage man wouldn't mend our spring, but he lent us his tools, and due mainly to the efforts of Len, we soon had the car in tip top order. By midday we were speeding on again through the haze. As the mileage posts flashed one by one behind us, the sun gradually relaxed its relentless heat and glare, and it was evening when we stopped by the cool banks of Paddy's River for tea.
+Shortly we entered the hateful, smoky city, but somehow my mind was still sowewhere down near Kosciusko's side.
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+Rumour has it that a certain member tried to poison a prospective with custard on a recent walk, and the prospective retaliated by trying to poison the member with porridge the following morning. What is the Club coming to when prospectives can take such liberties without being severely reprimanded?
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 :KIDDIL1S' T.P,LA2.