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+=====Corroboree.=====
+By "Wot Doctor".
+Saturday morning was about as dismal as you could wish, heavy cloud, drizzling to heavy rain, south to southeast winds rising to gale force at times, rather rough sea - say, this isn't a weather report - anyhow, it looked grim. When the morning walkabout began only two middle men of the tribe (young men 16-25; middle 25-35, etc.) were to be seen. These two jogged along the track (permanent) together till the Cronulla fishing grounds drew near when two other members, man and his lubra, joined in making a total of four. They launched their dugout and paddled across to Bundeena, in the rain, and then with their Paddy-Made loincloths pulled around them they set off down the coast for the ceremonial grounds at Era. Soon yam fella Clem said "No more water fallum down, cucumber skin all dry", and he was right, the sky cleared, the sun bobbed in and out a bit and it was a joy to be on the track.
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-CORROBOREE.
-By 6Wot Doctor".
-Saturday morning was about as dismal as you could wish, heavy cloud, drizzling to heavy rain, south to southeast winds rising to gale force at times, rather rough sea - say, this isn't a weather report - anyhow, it looked grim. When the morning walkabout began only two middle men of the tribe (young men 16-25; middle 25.35, etc.) were to be seen. These two jogged along the track (permanent) together till the Cronulla fishing grounds drew near when two other members, man arid his lubra, joined in making a total of four. They launched their dugout arid paddled across to Bundeena, in the rain, and than with their Paddy-Made loincloths pulled around them they set off down the coast for the ceremonial grounds at Era, Soon yam fella Clem said "No more water fallum down, cucumber skin all dry', and he was right, the sky cleared, the sun bobbed in and out a bit and it was a joy to be on the track.
 Marley care and went, then Little Marley, up the rise, out across the burnt tops, down to Wattamolla and off again to Curracurrang where they dropped their spears and sat down to a feed by the creek. After lunch they made their way farther south and coming out at Garie Head they saw that magnificent view right down the coast clear through to Saddle Back. They dropped down to the beach and came around to Era by the rocks.
-Already quite a large number of lubras, young men, a piccaninny and older folks had gathered around, and several mia mica' were dotted around the grassy flats. Much tribal gossip was going on, and the current chief who had cone down the coast greeted his fellows.
-The wind was still blowing from the south but the sky was clear as evening settled over the grounds. About thirty-five heads were counted as the little cooking fires came to life, and a fine batch of wit chetty grubs were soon frizzling in the pans, the only mishap noted was that Bet Bet burnt some yams she was frying.
+Already quite a large number of lubras, young men, a piccaninny and older folks had gathered around, and several mia mia's were dotted around the grassy flats. Much tribal gossip was going on, and the current chief who had cone down the coast greeted his fellows.
-The camp fire was lighted after dark and the people from the different gunyahs gathered around. A few little songs were sung and
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+The wind was still blowing from the south but the sky was clear as evening settled over the grounds. About thirty-five heads were counted as the little cooking fires came to life, and a fine batch of witchetty grubs were soon frizzling in the pans, the only mishap noted was that Bet Bet burnt some yams she was frying.
-then a'nouldy old witch doctor, sorry - our senior Witch Dootor Mouldy, moved into the centre of the firelight. A hush settled over the gathering as he began to speak. He told of the old traditions of Era and of the many gatherings previous tribes had held there, then calling on ass istant Witch Doctor Gilroy he pointed out that certain members were getting a little long in the tooth and as custom dictated the front teeth of these should be knocked out. His assistant started towards the chief and placing a foot firmly on his chest inserted his knocking out stick and with one wrench - he removed the chief's top plate - uproar - with determined stride the Witch Doctor set upon one of the young men but his seemed to be firmly stuck in, so undismayed he attacked the tribal scribe and lo, another top plate clattered to the ground - more uproar. t7Wot, no blood", said the Witch Doctor contemptuously.
-The party settled down again and soon the songs began to flow but jut then down the hill came four of the eligible young tribesmen who had spent the afternoon in town with a couple of gins. They joined in the singing but their's was not a long innings: it was one for none aid soon all out.
+The camp fire was lighted after dark and the people from the different gunyahs gathered around. A few little songs were sung and then a mouldy old witch doctor, sorry - our senior Witch Doctor Mouldy, moved into the centre of the firelight. A hush settled over the gathering as he began to speak. He told of the old traditions of Era and of the many gatherings previous tribes had held there, then calling on assistant Witch Doctor Gilroy he pointed out that certain members were getting a little long in the tooth and as custom dictated the front teeth of these should be knocked out. His assistant started towards the chief and placing a foot firmly on his chest inserted his knocking out stick and with one wrench - he removed the chief's top plate - uproar - with determined stride the Witch Doctor set upon one of the young men but his seemed to be firmly stuck in, so undismayed he attacked the tribal scribe and lo, another top plate clattered to the ground - more uproar. "Wot, no blood", said the Witch Doctor contemptuously.
+The party settled down again and soon the songs began to flow but just then down the hill came four of the eligible young tribesmen who had spent the afternoon in town with a couple of gins. They joined in the singing but their's was not a long innings: it was one for none and soon all out.
 The singing grew stronger as the night wore on and then softened as the numbers gradually thinned leaving only a few. As the smallest hour of the morning approached the chief set off for his shelter and soon all was quiet.
-The sunlight care aid people were seen moving off for an early swim, or to gather shellfish for breakfast. It seemed to be a continual stream moving to and from the sea depending on their rising times. Several other members of the tribe arrived daring the morning and everyone enjoyed a beautiful day lazing, swimming or eating.
+The sunlight care and people were seen moving off for an early swim, or to gather shellfish for breakfast. It seemed to be a continual stream moving to and from the sea depending on their rising times. Several other members of the tribe arrived during the morning and everyone enjoyed a beautiful day lazing, swimming or eating.
 After lunch fella Stitt decided walking was too tough so he sent out two young women from his gunyah and waited for them to bring him a brumby. He mounted in due course but didn't seem to like the one they had brought so he dismounted almost immediately - clunk.
-Well, there i not much more to report, but all people who attended, about 44, had a very comfortable and enjoyable weekend and here's to the next corroboree.
-KURRAJONG BUS SERVICE. Train service between Richmond and Kurrajong HEFEFE-6775=677--David Ingram supplies following details re 'bus service:
-FRIDAY EVENING: Bus to Kurrajong and Heights meets 5.40 ex Central. SATURDAY: Buses to Kurrajong ana Heights meet 8.30 a.m.,
-.26 a.m., 1.58 p.m. and 2.44 p.m. trains ex Central.
-Connection with 6,5 p.m. train to Kurrajong only. SUNDAY MORNING: Bus to Kurrajong Heights meets 9.8 a.m. ex Cefttral. SUNDAY RETURN: Buses leave Kurrajong Heights 1.5, 4.45 and 7.15 p.m.,
-pass Kurrajong 1,30, 5.15 dnd 7.40 meeting trains
-arriving Sydney at 3.47, 7.28 and 9.49 p.m.
-YOU DON IT HAVE TO BE DEAD TO BE STIFF. By Ross, Col aid
+Well, there is not much more to report, but all people who attended, about 44, had a very comfortable and enjoyable weekend and here's to the next corroboree.
-Nobody really had any idea of what the Upp or Kowmung could be like, and in spite of all the misinformation we had been given, we were most optimistic and almost expected fine weather.
-Leaving the mighty metropolis of Gingkin, we travelled through cultivated country of the Tuglow to where she hurls herself into the Kowmung over a spectacular eighty-foot, two-stage fall. Wtilst various unsociables were partaking of Christmas dinner and generally procrastinating, the rest of us amused ourselves by being repeatedly washed down the box-gorge at the foot of the fals at a great rate of knots.
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-- Despite the '8" bends which were not shown on Rudolphts tourist nap, the going at this stage and to within a few miles of Morong Falls was deceptively easy. Some members of the party wailed loudly at having left their cycles at home, and cries of 'lpress on regardless
-to Katoombe were heard during the halts taken for swimming. The camp site that night, just beyond the last outcrop of limestone rock an the Kowmung was almost superior to Blue Gum. A sociable tea was commenced - and then the rains came.
+====Kurrajong Bus Service.====
-Although only one-third of the party slept in tents, everybody was almost dry next morning, the highlight of the night taking place at some unearthly hour'when Betty was spied, vigourausly towelling herself in the pouring rain, clad only in a speedo costume.
-The next morning the sun shone, the going was still easy then we came to the beginning of Morong Deep.
+Train service between Richmond and Kurrajong has been suspended. David Ingram supplies following details re 'bus service:
-Now cane our eagerly anticipated opportunity to float with our packs in the approved Sydney Bushwalker text-book manner. Tragedy ensued almost immediately, when Harry Rolandsi pack treacherously capsized, drowning 80 worth of photographic equipment, and nearly Harry as well. Meanwhile Bookie, having lost his way, was desperately towing a swiftly sinking pack upstream instead of down.
-Two hours mad two hundred yards later we cane across Col, who had -wisely packed all his gear inside his waterp roof sleeping bag, and had swum the river in the Tproved New Zealand style, with his pack on his back. We dried our sodden gear in the midst of a thunder storm - the text book was put aside for use after breakfast next morning.
+Friday evening: Bus to Kurrajong and Heights meets 5.40 ex Central.
+Saturday: Buses to Kurrajong ana Heights meet 8.30 a.m., 11.26 a.m., 1.38 p.m. and 2.44 p.m. trains ex Central. Connection with 6.5 p.m. train to Kurrajong only.
+Sunday morning: Bus to Kurrajong Heights meets 9.8 a.m. ex Central.
+Sunday return: Buses leave Kurrajong Heights 1.5, 4.45 and 7.15 p.m., pass Kurrajong 1.30, 5.15 dnd 7.40 meeting trains arriving Sydney at 3.47, 7.28 and 9.49 p.m.
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+=====You Don't Have To Be Dead To Be Stiff.=====
+By Ross, Col and Pete.
+Nobody really had any idea of what the Upper Kowmung could be like, and in spite of all the misinformation we had been given, we were most optimistic and almost expected fine weather.
+Leaving the mighty metropolis of Gingkin, we travelled through cultivated country of the Tuglow to where she hurls herself into the Kowmung over a spectacular eighty-foot, two-stage fall. Whilst various unsociables were partaking of Christmas dinner and generally procrastinating, the rest of us amused ourselves by being repeatedly washed down the box-gorge at the foot of the falls at a great rate of knots.
+Despite the "S" bends which were not shown on Rudolph's (see glossary) tourist map, the going at this stage and to within a few miles of Morong Falls was deceptively easy. Some members of the party wailed loudly at having left their cycles at home, and cries of "press on regardless to Katoomba" were heard during the halts taken for swimming. The camp site that night, just beyond the last outcrop of limestone rock on the Kowmung was almost superior to Blue Gum. A sociable tea was commenced - and then the rains came.
+Although only one-third of the party slept in tents, everybody was almost dry next morning, the highlight of the night taking place at some unearthly hour when Betty was spied, vigourously towelling herself in the pouring rain, clad only in a speedo costume.
+The next morning the sun shone, the going was still easy... then we came to the beginning of Morong Deep.
+Now came our eagerly anticipated opportunity to float with our packs in the approved Sydney Bushwalker text-book manner. Tragedy ensued almost immediately, when Harry Roland's pack treacherously capsized, drowning £80 worth of photographic equipment, and nearly Harry as well. Meanwhile Bookie, having lost his way, was desperately towing a swiftly sinking pack upstream instead of down.
+Two hours and two hundred yards later we cane across Col, who had wisely packed all his gear inside his waterproof sleeping bag, and had swum the river in the approved New Zealand style, with his pack on his back. We dried our sodden gear in the midst of a thunder storm - the text book was put aside for use after breakfast next morning.
 Upon reaching Morong Falls for lunch, Bookie and Harry decided to pull out and follow Morong Creek back up to the Kanangra road, and from there make their way as quickly as possible back to civilisation.
-We were now fairly into the redoubtable Morong Deep and, with a feeling of panic the party realised what was ahead of them for the
-next three days - or would it be six? At this stage Ben became exceedingly popular because of the extra five day/8 food he was carrying.
+We were now fairly into the redoubtable Morong Deep and, with a feeling of panic the party realised what was ahead of them for the next three days - or would it be six? At this stage Ben became exceedingly popular because of the extra five day's food he was carrying.
-tSee Glossary.
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+We soon realised it would be quicker to climb above the wall of the gorge - only 200-feet up in spite of what we had been told - than to swim.
-We soon realised it would be quicker to climb above the wall of the gorge.- only 200-feet up in spite of what we had been told - than to swim.
 Twenty minutes of indescribable scrub-bashing in the pouring rain got us around the mighty Morong. The rest of the day was a pleasant blend of swimming, rock-climbing and a little walking. We camped that night on a small grassy ledge beside the river, wondering if we had yet come to the horrible Morong Deep, of which we had heard such vivid descriptions. A sociable tea was commenced - and then the rains came. Sleeping without tents held few terrors for Bev, who rigged up an ingenious awning out of her groundsheet.
-After disposing of the text book and the burning of, Geoff Broad- head's pair of boots, we hobbled off painfully, our foot gear now being rather the worse for wear. Soon the walls closed in again and for the rest of that day, when not swimming, we crawled precariously along greasy rock ledges from which one could spit an awful long way down.
-To celebrate our entry into the Moonah Loombah Straights, Bet sprained her ankle rather badly at a most inconvenient hour in the morning, ten o'clock, too early for lunch - curses1 First aid was added to Bet's Other troubles, and we swam an. Late that afternoon we climbed 12100-feet over a great bluff to cut off a nasty-looking gorge and found to our delight-we hadA.eft the granite behind and were in a wide open valley with grassy banks. While descending this bluff Gordozi Adam showed us the fastest possible way of getting down a 20-ft rock slab, even if not the most c2mfortable. You could almost hear Rudolph's 6-inch trunk borer grinding its way into his posterier, and Brian Anderson remarked, "My God, mane Isn't there an easier way down?"
+After disposing of the text book and the burning of Geoff Broadhead's pair of boots, we hobbled off painfully, our foot gear now being rather the worse for wear. Soon the walls closed in again and for the rest of that day, when not swimming, we crawled precariously along greasy rock ledges from which one could spit an awful long way down.
-We camped that night by sudh a beautiful swimming hole that Geoff's sleeping bag went In fora dip an. its own accord. A sociable tea was commenced - and then the rains came.
-We strolled off next morning confident that our worries were over and all our gorges behind us. But by lunch time we had already spent three hours in the water. Perhaps this was just as well as our foot gear was in no condition for walking. Swift calculations led us to the conclusion that Church Creek was not 10 miles away - and then the "burnt' began. Any leather or crepe that we had left fairly flew off, our velocity approaching that of the proverbial rocket, as we were swept down the longest gorge of the whole trip.
+To celebrate our entry into the Moonah Loombah Straights, Bet sprained her ankle rather badly at a most inconvenient hour in the morning, ten o'clock, too early for lunch - curses! First aid was added to Bet's other troubles, and we swam on. Late that afternoon we climbed 1,100-feet over a great bluff to cut off a nasty-looking gorge and found to our delight we had left the granite behind and were in a wide open valley with grassy banks. While descending this bluff Gordon Adam showed us the fastest possible way of getting down a 20-ft rock slab, even if not the most comfortable. You could almost hear Rudolph's 6-inch trunk borer (see glossary) grinding its way into his posterier, and Brian Anderson remarked, "My God, man! Isn't there an easier way down?"
-Very late that night we decided to camp, three tiles short of Church Creek. We weren't dead, but were we stiffs Dinner was completed before Midnight. We were up before five and a sociable breakfast commenced - and then the rains came. They came as they had never come before. They came to stay.
-We stuffed the remains of our feet into the remains of our bootand plodded off. Church Creek and the track to Yerranderie were locate
+We camped that night by such a beautiful swimming hole that Geoff's sleeping bag went in for a dip on its own accord. A sociable tea was commenced - and then the rains came.
-without mishap, and the whole pack of cripples increased speed as their hopes of catching the Ibus increased.
-.
+We strolled off next morning confident that our worries were over and all our gorges behind us. But by lunch time we had already spent three hours in the water. Perhaps this was just as well as our foot gear was in no condition for walking. Swift calculations led us to the conclusion that Church Creek was not 10 miles away - and then the "burn" began. Any leather or crepe that we had left fairly flew off, our velocity approaching that of the proverbial rocket, as we were swept down the longest gorge of the whole trip.
-The inhabitants of Yerranderie are used to seeing rare sights,
-but seldom as rare as this. N2t a garrent but had been attacked by
+Very late that night we decided to camp, three miles short of Church Creek. We weren't dead, but were we stiff! Dinner was completed before midnight. We were up before five and a sociable breakfast commenced - and then the rains came. They came as they had never come before. They came to stay.
-. Rudolph's 24-inch trunk borer." Not a foot but needed a Jocal anaes-
-thetic, But we will do it again. Who's coming?
+We stuffed the remains of our feet into the remains of our boots and plodded off. Church Creek and the track to Yerranderie were located without mishap, and the whole pack of cripples increased speed as their hopes of catching the 'bus increased.
-(List of party to reach Yerranderie on Monday, 29th December,1952: Betty Swain (S.B.W.), Beverley Price (S.B,W.), Geoff Broadhead
-(Rucksack Club) Gordon Adam (St. George Bushwalkers), Colin Putt (S.B.W.), Peter Stitt (S,B,W.), Brian Anderson
+The inhabitants of Yerranderie are used to seeing rare sights, but seldom as rare as this. Not a garment but had been attacked by Rudolph's 24-inch trunk borer (see glassary). Not a foot but needed a local anaesthetic. But we will do it again. Who's coming?
-Ben Bishop (S.B.W.), Ross Laird (S.B.W.).)
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+(List of party to reach Yerranderie on Monday, 29th December, 1952: Betty Swain (S.B.W.), Beverley Price (S.B,W.), Geoff Broadhead (Rucksack Club), Gordon Adam (St. George Bushwalkers), Colin Putt (S.B.W.), Peter Stitt (S.B.W.), Brian Anderson (S.B.W.), Ben Bishop (S.B.W.), Ross Laird (S.B.W.).)
-isLGLOSSARY: Rudolph: ) If you don't know what this is Six-inch trunk borer:) all about listen to "Take It
-" t;
+__Glossary__: Rudolph: Six-inch trunk borer: 24-inch trunk borer: If you don't know what this is all about listen to "Take It From Here".
-) From Here.
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