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 Phone Peter Markham 2677929 or Hobart (002)349366
+=====Waterfall - Kangaroo Creek - Sutherland. Day test walk - 14th September 1986=====
+by Errol Sheedy.
+Waterfall, Kangaroo Creek, Kangaroo Ridge, Cridland Brook, Kanagaroo Creek, Bottle Forest Track, Goarra Ridge, Sutherland - 20 km. Leader: Errol Sheedy.
-WATERFALL- KANGAROO CREEK - SUTHERLAND.
-DAY TEST WALK - 14th September 1986.
-by Errol Sheedy.
-Waterfall, Kangaroo Creek, Kangaroo Ridge, Cridland Brook, Kanagaroo Creek, Bottle Forest Track, Goarra Ridge, Sutherland - 20 km. LEADER: Errol Sheedy.
 The walk went as per the program with 29 starters including six prospective members, on a cool showery day which provided good walking conditions.
-Half-way to the top of Kangaroo Ridge, in trackless scrub, we saw a rather large black snake (with yellowish belly) curled, with its head half-raised in what appeared to be a defensive posture. As most black snakes one sees usually dart off, we wondered what was
-causing this one to hold its ground as we all clumped past. Someone opined that perhaps its
+Half-way to the top of Kangaroo Ridge, in trackless scrub, we saw a rather large black snake (with yellowish belly) curled, with its head half-raised in what appeared to be a defensive posture. As most black snakes one sees usually dart off, we wondered what was causing this one to hold its ground as we all clumped past. Someone opined that perhaps its nest was nearby. At any rate it seemed quite content to remain immobile, apart from its flickering tongue.
-nest was nearby. At any rate it seemed quite content to remain immobile, apart from its
-flickering tongue.
+We continued on over the top of Kangaroo Ridge, and later, half-way down Cridland Brook Judy McMillan noticed that Leigh Sheridan was no longer with the party. As I had not noticed him go on ahead, and did not think he could have dropped back past whipper-in Derek Wilson's eagle eyes, I began to consider the need to go back to do some side-searching for him. However, several people vowed that he was eminently capable of looking after himself, and so it turned out. After lunch we caught up with Leigh on Kangaroo Creek, below Karla Pool. He had been a little tardy returning from a stroll during morning tea, and the leader,
-We continued on over the top of Kangaroo Ridge, and later, half-way down Cridland Brook Judy McMillan noticed that Leigh Sheridan was no longer with the party. As I had not
-noticed him go on ahead, and did not think he could have dropped back past whipper-in Derek' Wilson's eagle eyes, I began to consider the need to go back to do some side-searching for
-him. However, several people vowed that he was eminently capable of looking after himself, and so it turned out. After lunch we caught up with Leigh on Kangaroo Creek, below Karla
-Pool. He had been a little tardy returning from a stroll during morning tea, and the leader,
 who is usually quite punctilious re the counting of heads, had neglected to do so before the party left for the scrubby wastes of Kangaroo Ridge.
 Finding the rest of us gone, Leigh wisely decided that the best course of action was to continue down Kangaroo Creek, which eventually led to our reunion.
 In future if you see me buzzing around during the day pointing a finger at you, please do not suspect me of imprudently numbering people, but rather regard it as a means of preventing anxiety, especially on walks where there are large numbers!
 Just downstream from the junction of Cridland Brook and Kangaroo Creek it began to rain, and, a convenient cave having been espied, lunch was declared.
 At Karloo Pool, Geoff Dowsett left the party for Heathcote as he had to work that night, while the rest of us proceeded downstream to Bottle Forest Trail, and thence to Forest Brook for afternoon tea.
-The wildflowers, including waratahs, wattles, dampieras and sun orchids provided their usual Spring effulgence, and much amateur botanising was done, especially where conversation was more convenient, as on the Goarra firetrail. Here Judy Mehaffey was awarded the L.A.O.C.A.B. (Leader's Award for Outstanding Contribution to Amateur Botany) for her astute observation that the pretty pink five-petalled wax flowers one sees in Autumn are Crowea,
-and those in Spring are Eriostemons. It sounded a much better method than peering at
+The wildflowers, including waratahs, wattles, dampieras and sun orchids provided their usual Spring effulgence, and much amateur botanising was done, especially where conversation was more convenient, as on the Goarra firetrail. Here Judy Mehaffey was awarded the L.A.O.C.A.B. (Leader's Award for Outstanding Contribution to Amateur Botany) for her astute observation that the pretty pink five-petalled wax flowers one sees in Autumn are Crowea, and those in Spring are Eriostemons. It sounded a much better method than peering at "bearded appendages" (p.200, L. Costermans: Native Trees and Shrubs of S.E. Auatralia).
-"bearded appendages" (p.200, L. Costermans: Native Trees and Shrubs of S.E. Auatralia).
 After a brief stop to view Engadine Falls, we followed the fire-trails to Sutherland, where we arrived just after 5 pm.
-* * * * * * * * *
-SOCIAL NOTES FOR FEBRUARY. by Narelle LOvell.
+=====Social notes for February=====
-After a Committee Meeting on 4th, a General Meeting on 11th, and a magazine wrapping night on 18th, on the 25th February there will be a performance by your own members as they play in the band they call the SCRUB-BASHERS. As this is a members' band, give them lots
+by Narelle LOvell.
-of support bybeing there to enjoy their music on 25th Feb in the new Club rooms.
-Sometime in March it is hoped to have- a small exhibition of paintings by two artists from the Julian Ashton School - one of them your Social Secretary's sister.
+After a Committee Meeting on 4th, a General Meeting on 11th, and a magazine wrapping night on 18th, on the 25th February there will be a performance by your own members as they play in the band they call the Scrub-Bashers. As this is a members' band, give them lots of support by being there to enjoy their music on 25th Feb in the new Club rooms.
-We need reports on the suitability of the restaurants within walking distance of our new Club rooms. So will all the galloping gourmets sample as wide a variety as possible and
-pass the gusstatory good news on to myself or Patrick James. Happy New Year.
+Sometime in March it is hoped to have a small exhibition of paintings by two artists from the Julian Ashton School - one of them your Social Secretary's sister.
-Page 10 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER January, 1987
-A PIECE OF HISTORY:.
+We need reports on the suitability of the restaurants within walking distance of our new Club rooms. So will all the galloping gourmets sample as wide a variety as possible and pass the gusstatory good news on to myself or Patrick James. Happy New Year.
-GOLD-SEEKING ON THE KOWMUNG.
+=====A Piece of history. Gold-seeking on the Kowmung.=====
 (This article is an edited version of a column by W.A.C. that appeared in
 the Sydney Morning Herald, 14th May and 21st May 1910. It was sent to the Editor by CLIO.)
 It was the year 1902 that I began to test the legendary accounts that reached me through the stockmen employed by the late Mr. E. Moore, of Summer Hill Station, Upper Burragorang.
-It was Billy Wilton who told me that Joe Wallace told him that he had seen Jimmy Russell with a lump of quartz with gold in it as big as peas that he found on the Kowmung, and Joe was a man you could swear by. Others saw the "other fellow" with a matchbox full of gold; and didn't that hermit "Lanky Lannigan" who died at Limeburners Creek, have a mustard tin half-full of little nuggets; and in the last words he uttered he was trying to tell where he got it. Now all this testimony went to prove that gold had been found on the Kowmung; but when I saw Christy Creighton starting off on his third expedition, and listened to his sanguine assurance
-"There's gold there all right. I got it in Christy's Creek, and I'm going to find where it
+It was Billy Wilton who told me that Joe Wallace told him that he had seen Jimmy Russell with a lump of quartz with gold in it as big as peas that he found on the Kowmung, and Joe was a man you could swear by. Others saw the "other fellow" with a matchbox full of gold; and didn't that hermit "Lanky Lannigan" who died at Limeburners Creek, have a mustard tin half-full of little nuggets; and in the last words he uttered he was trying to tell where he got it. Now all this testimony went to prove that gold had been found on the Kowmung; but when I saw Christy Creighton starting off on his third expedition, and listened to his sanguine assurance "There's gold there all right. I got it in Christy's Creek, and I'm going to find where it comes from", I resolved to follow him on the first opportunity. Poor Creighton was drowned whilst crossing the treacherous Wollondilly on his way out, but I never lost sight of the matter, and in the month of February I set out with a chosen mate armed with a letter of introduction to Maxwell, who was Mr. Chas. Dunn's head stockkeeper on the Coxs River run. Maxwell was generously instructed by his kind master to guide me wherever I wished to go.
-comes from", I resolved to follow him on the first opportunity. Poor Creighton was drowned
-whilst crossing the treacherous Wollondilly on his way out, but I never lost sight of the matter, and in the month of February I 'set out with a chosen mate armed with a letter of introduction
+We breakfasted on new milk, eggs, and sweet milk-bread at sunrise; then Maxwell readjusted the pack and removed the acids that I had brought for making wet tests of minerals, from possible contact in case of accident with the tucker, which consisted of a large piece of boiled corned beef, several tins of preserved meat, about 25th of flour, salt, and tea and sugar. The pick, shovel, digger's dish, pestle and mortar, we distributed between us, and
-to Maxwell, who was Mr. Chas. Dunn's head stockkeeper on the Cox's River run. Maxwell was
-generously instructed by his kind master to guide me wherever I wished to go.
-We breakfasted on new milk, eggs, and sweet milk-bread at sunrise; then MaxwellIreadjusted the pack-and removed the acids that I had brought for making wet tests of minerals, from possible contact in case of accident with the tucker, which consisted of a large piece of boiled corned beef, several tins of preserved meat, about 25th of flour, salt, and tea and sugar. The pick, shovel, digger's dish, pestle and mortar, we distributed between us, and
 leaving the Cox on our right began to ascend the main range, following the flying survey of Mr. - - - -(illegible) very closely.
-I was somewhat disappointed to learn from Maxwell that it was impossible to get into the bed of the Kowmung anywhere near its junction with the Cox and follow it up on horseback. He assured me that it was walled all the way, and for the greater distance almost impassable on foot. We travelled over stony undulating country. The stones for the most part being water worn, probably belonging to the upper marine stratum, until we arrived at The Mare's Waterholes. Here you get a glimpse of the quartz reefs, good looking horneblendic quartz, too; but I only tried a few surface pieces in the mortar, and panned it off without results. Maxwell told us of another reported find of gold in quartz made by one of the stockmen when they were drafting at the yards close by, but he did not appear to place any reliance on the story.' If you care
-to ride about two miles northerly from here you can look down into that awful rent in the earth's crust and see the waters of "Big Kowmung" as it is called here, still digging it deeper, as they roll on unceasingly to the greedy absorbing sea.
+I was somewhat disappointed to learn from Maxwell that it was impossible to get into the bed of the Kowmung anywhere near its junction with the Cox and follow it up on horseback. He assured me that it was walled all the way, and for the greater distance almost impassable on foot. We travelled over stony undulating country. The stones for the most part being water worn, probably belonging to the upper marine stratum, until we arrived at The Mare's Waterholes. Here you get a glimpse of the quartz reefs, good looking horneblendic quartz, too; but I only tried a few surface pieces in the mortar, and panned it off without results. Maxwell told us of another reported find of gold in quartz made by one of the stockmen when they were drafting at the yards close by, but he did not appear to place any reliance on the story. If you care to ride about two miles northerly from here you can look down into that awful rent in the earth's crust and see the waters of "Big Kowmung" as it is called here, still digging it deeper, as they roll on unceasingly to the greedy absorbing sea.
-From the Mare's Waterholes we ascended the range to find the aneroid reading 4300 feet. The view from here eastward is one of terrific grandeur. Ochre red sandstone walls, deep and dark wooded ravines seem interwoven by a confused struggle to find some outlet in the primeval past. Northward the view is blocked by the towering columns that cap the Kowmunq's walls,
-but southward the eroded amphitheatre that has:its centre at romantic Church Creek, is a scene unsurpassable in Australia.
+From the Mare's Waterholes we ascended the range to find the aneroid reading 4300 feet. The view from here eastward is one of terrific grandeur. Ochre red sandstone walls, deep and dark wooded ravines seem interwoven by a confused struggle to find some outlet in the primeval past. Northward the view is blocked by the towering columns that cap the Kowmunq's walls, but southward the eroded amphitheatre that has its centre at romantic Church Creek, is a scene unsurpassable in Australia.
-After we had descended a spur for about one mile, Maxwell dismounted, and tightened the girths, crupper, and all the fastenings on the pack horse, and quietly advised us to do like-
-wise. "We can get down here into Christy's Creek, and save about 12 miles of rough, uninter-
+After we had descended a spur for about one mile, Maxwell dismounted, and tightened the girths, crupper, and all the fastenings on the pack horse, and quietly advised us to do likewise. "We can get down here into Christy's Creek, and save about 12 miles of rough, uninteresting country. It's rough, but I've been down it a few times, and it's the only point I know of that can be descended on this side of the mountains or river. We'll tie everything on the
-esting country. It's rough, but I've been down it a few times, and it's the only point I know
+pack now, and when we get a start I'll go ahead, and let him go, then you fellows can tail up". "'Spose he won't keep the track?" I asked. "Don't worry. He'll have to. There's only one and that's straight ahead."
-of that can be descended on this side of the mountains or river. We'll tie everything on the
-pack now, and when we get a.start I'll go ahead, and letliim go, then you fellows can tail up".
+The handle was knocked out of the pick, and a neat bundle made of the tools. The dish was the worst. The ring in it would not stand the strain. It was not good enough to trust it, and to put a hole through the rim of it was not to be thought of. That would spoil a digger's dish. If it got loose we could say goodbye. It might roll for miles, or get damaged beyond repair. A spare bag to put it in we had not. Then I thought of how I had carried a swarm of bees in my shirt, and I suggested that we make a bag out of a new one I had in my
-"Spose he won't keep the track?" I asked. "Don't worry. He'll have to. There's only one
-and that's straight ahead."
-The handle was knocked out of the pick, and a neat bundle made of the tools. The dish
-was the worst. The ring in it would not stand the strain, It was not good enough to trust
-January, 1987 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Page 11
-it, and to put a hole through the rim of it was not to be thought of. That would spoil a
-digger's dish. If it got loose we could say goodbye. It might roll for miles, or get damaged beyond repair. A spare bag to put it in we had not. Then I thought of how I had carried a swarm of bees in my shirt, and I suggested that we make a bag out of a new one I had in my
 valise. "Just the thing," said Maxwell, "let's have it". So we tied the neck, and laced the front, and stowed the precious dish in it, and slung it securely behind the saddle.
-Now, although I had been horse-hunting in the Barran Jack Ranges and in the limestone hills on the MUrrumbidgee, the descent on the wild cattle trail down 'the Bulmung' beat them all. Our horses, though bred in the valley, snorted and shivered at some of the terraces - I stayed in the saddle, and followed Maxwell 9 good distance through sheer pride, but our neddies were no match for his goat-footed brumby.
+Now, although I had been horse-hunting in the Barran Jack Ranges and in the limestone hills on the Murrumbidgee, the descent on the wild cattle trail down 'the Bulmung' beat them all. Our horses, though bred in the valley, snorted and shivered at some of the terraces - I stayed in the saddle, and followed Maxwell a good distance through sheer pride, but our neddies were no match for his goat-footed brumby.
 Eventually we dismounted whilst Maxwell dug his heels into the brumby, and skidded down the narrow, rocky way. He pulled up below the terrace, and anxiously watched us coaxing our animals over the declivity. Once they started forward they had to keep going, and a new trouble arose in keeping out of their way. For the greater part of the distance they only lifted their forefeet gingerly, and slipped on their hind ones. At length we reached a small, flat terrace, about 800 feet above the river. Here we let the horses rip, and threw ourselves prone on the ground to rest our joints.
-When we reached the river Maxwell had hobbled them out and boiled the billy. "There," said he, handing me a brimming pint, "That's drinkable. Sweeten it to yer likin'. Kowmung
-teas's the best in the world." We cut deep into the "corned tiger" and big damper that Mrs. Maxwell baked specially for us, and then we refilled our pipes, and swapped yarns until we fell asleep 'neath the blinking stars with our heads pillowed on our saddles.
+When we reached the river Maxwell had hobbled them out and boiled the billy. "There," said he, handing me a brimming pint, "That's drinkable. Sweeten it to yer likin'. Kowmung teas's the best in the world." We cut deep into the "corned tiger" and big damper that Mrs. Maxwell baked specially for us, and then we refilled our pipes, and swapped yarns until we fell asleep 'neath the blinking stars with our heads pillowed on our saddles.
 Next morning we rode up the river to its junction with Church Creek, so called because of the peculiar church-shaped mass of permo-carboniferous sandstone that caps the summit of a high peak on its eastern side. This is one of the most remarkable landmarks I have ever witnessed, and can be seen many miles off. It stands alone, a singular remnant of the geological past.
 I must say here that I never saw so many snakes as I saw on our way up the river. For some time I was dismounting frequently to try to kill some that wriggled before or across our path. I noticed that I was the only one of the party so murderously inclined. At length an enormous black snake appeared to consider whether he would fight or run, and being a bit tired of stone throwing I called on Maxwell to despatch him, He only halted slowly, grinned, and watched me give battle. "Why didn't you have a go at him?" I asked. "What's the use?" he
 answered. "You can't kill more than one in every thousand of 'em."
 "Always select the clearest spot you can find to sleep on when out on a trip in country like this, and get a bit away from the water. The snakes travel about at night in summer, and this is close on the mating season; you'll hear 'em calling to each other tonight, I'll bet." I thought this was a 'tall one' but long before we went to sleep the snakes were cooing to each other. They make a peculiar noise. Half a hiss and half a tenor kind of throat rattle. It is quite audible about five or six chains off. I admit feeling very uncomfortable in such company, but at length like Maxwell didn't bother about them.
-The neighbourhood of Church Creek has an auriferous look. A large area of the older overlying rocks has been worn away by attrition, and the physical features of the neighbourhood prompts the belief that a pleiosticene lead is in the vicinity. However we decide to try the river bars first. We found a fine bar of altered slate, and after about four hours' work got enough gold to make a ring. We obtained the best result by ;splitting off the slates and washing them in the dish. It was very flakey, just like bran. Ih the false joints of the slates where coarse gold ought to be found, we got nothing. Therefore it appeared evident that this fine gold came down the river in the flood waters, and was caught by the ripple formed by the bar.
-Coarse gold I could not find, and Maxwell who is a splendid panner-off, declared that the prospects we obtained were the best he had ever seen got on the Kowmung. Leaving the river drifts I searched for gold above high-water mark, and also for traces where the river might have run in the past. About three-quarters of a mile from the junction of Church Creek there were strong indications of an old river course that turned southward and joined Church Creek in the form of a horseshoe. To my surprise, I found an old shaft that had been put down on it,
+The neighbourhood of Church Creek has an auriferous look. A large area of the older overlying rocks has been worn away by attrition, and the physical features of the neighbourhood prompts the belief that a pleiosticene lead is in the vicinity. However we decide to try the river bars first. We found a fine bar of altered slate, and after about four hours' work got enough gold to make a ring. We obtained the best result by splitting off the slates and washing them in the dish. It was very flakey, just like bran. In the false joints of the slates where coarse gold ought to be found, we got nothing. Therefore it appeared evident that this fine gold came down the river in the flood waters, and was caught by the ripple formed by the bar.
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+Coarse gold I could not find, and Maxwell who is a splendid panner-off, declared that the prospects we obtained were the best he had ever seen got on the Kowmung. Leaving the river drifts I searched for gold above high-water mark, and also for traces where the river might have run in the past. About three-quarters of a mile from the junction of Church Creek there were strong indications of an old river course that turned southward and joined Church Creek in the form of a horseshoe. To my surprise, I found an old shaft that had been put down on it, about a quarter of a mile from the present river. I carefully examined the mullock heap but found nothing with lens or mortar. It had fallen in, therefore I cannot say if it was bottomed.
-January, 1987
-about a quarter of a mile from the present river. I carefully examined the mullock heap but found nothing with lens or mortar. It had fallen in, therefore I cannot say if it was bottomed.
+Next day's work began at the mouth of Church Creek, which we ascended. There was a fair stream of water in the creek for some distance but suddenly we found ourselves walking on a dry bed. I therefore turned back to find what had become of it. On my left hand was a hill about two hundred feet high, and from an aperture in the base of it, about three feet in diameter, the water flowed. Divesting myself of my pedal coverings, I waded across and got as far into the aperture as I dared, and coo-eed. Echoes reverberate far away into and from the subterranean recesses.
-Next day's work began at the mouth of Church Creek, which we ascended. There was a
-fair stream of water in the creek for some distance but suddenly we found ourselves walking on a dry bed. I therefore turned back to find what had become of it. On my left hand was a hill about two hundred feet high, and from an aperture in the base of it, about three feet in diameter, the water flowed. Divesting myself of my pedal coverings, I waded across and got as far into the aperture as I dared, and coo-eed. Echoes reverberate far away into and from the subterranean recesses.
 The hill is a limestone one, and no doubt honeycombed by caves. It has since been ascertained that you can walk right through the old subterranean river for a distance of two miles, and that the water flowing through it is an off-take from the Kowmung. The limestone is identical with the Jenolan, and is probably a continuation of the same system, culminating, as far as our present knowledge extends, at the well-known Wombeyan Caves. Nearby an the summit of the hill I noticed an old aperture filled with surface debris. This may lead to the caverns below, a common feature in cave systems.
-Next day we rqde up the river to Lannigan's Flat. There is a big bar across the riv er here, and the flood waters have churned up an enormous mass of drift on the eastern side of it. To our great surprise, we found two miners sinking a shaft on the western side of a big reef across the river. They were down about thirty feet in a bouldered drift, but the water was
-now coming fast, and being-without equipment they had to abandon it. They appeared to be on an old channel, deeper than the present river bed. They had walked from Penrith, and fossick8d most of the way. We exchanged notes; they were very reticent; old diggers usually are; but from what I gathered they did not get payable values in the present river bed, and like myself, were looking for a pleiosticene one. We exchanged a tin of meat for a wallaby ham, dry-salted, sun-dried and smoked. Hitherto I scorned wallaby, barring the tail. Now I consider the man who 'turns up his nose' at wallaby has chronic indigestion. It's lean, but juicy and sweet.
+Next day we rode up the river to Lannigan's Flat. There is a big bar across the river here, and the flood waters have churned up an enormous mass of drift on the eastern side of it. To our great surprise, we found two miners sinking a shaft on the western side of a big reef across the river. They were down about thirty feet in a bouldered drift, but the water was now coming fast, and being without equipment they had to abandon it. They appeared to be on an old channel, deeper than the present river bed. They had walked from Penrith, and fossicked most of the way. We exchanged notes; they were very reticent; old diggers usually are; but from what I gathered they did not get payable values in the present river bed, and like myself, were looking for a pleiosticene one. We exchanged a tin of meat for a wallaby ham, dry-salted, sun-dried and smoked. Hitherto I scorned wallaby, barring the tail. Now I consider the man who 'turns up his nose' at wallaby has chronic indigestion. It's lean, but juicy and sweet.
-I like the diorite country north of the Kowmung, between Christy's and Lannigan's Creeks. Going westward I like it better. I would have liked to go west as far as Limeburner's Creek,
-but Maxwell assured us that we had almost reached our western limit on horseback. From here this tremendous chasm closes in its perpendicular walls right on its source, at the feet of snow-flecked Mounts Shivering and Werong.
+I like the diorite country north of the Kowmung, between Christy's and Lannigan's Creeks. Going westward I like it better. I would have liked to go west as far as Limeburner's Creek, but Maxwell assured us that we had almost reached our western limit on horseback. From here this tremendous chasm closes in its perpendicular walls right on its source, at the feet of snow-flecked Mounts Shivering and Werong.
 So far the only renown this region has is derived from its cedar. It is the Australian Lebanon. I saw some magnificent cedar trees growing in the gullies, trees that are now worth from 30 pounds to 50 pounds each. A number that formerly grew near the river have been felled. These were got to the river by great labour and bush craft. They were then lashed together in small lots, and left to wait the flood that would carry them out to the Nepean. The owners would wait at narrow bends, or at known obstacles during flood time, and push the impeded logs out into the stream with poles. Maxwell told us of an attempt made to navigate a raft out to the Nepean by a party of cedar-getters. They had a perilous time, and on several occasions nearly lost their lives before they reached the Cox. The Kowmung is a very rapid, turbulent river when in flood. Being narrow, crooked, and walled, it does not lend itself to such navigation, and no one ever attempted to float down on a raft again. Many logs are lost on the way. They get snagged in inaccessible places, and years afterwards have been carried out by greater floods.
-In passing I think good use might be made of the greater part of the river country that
-I traversed as a summer run for sheep of the Southdown or Shropshire breed. The northern side especially looks sweetly grassed. Ticks would be a nuisance because the myrtle in some of the gullies are infested by the sommon tick.
+In passing I think good use might be made of the greater part of the river country that I traversed as a summer run for sheep of the Southdown or Shropshire breed. The northern side especially looks sweetly grassed. Ticks would be a nuisance because the myrtle in some of the gullies are infested by the sommon tick.
-We returned home via Coolong, which is a much easier though longer way. Nowadays a trip to the Kowmung can be done easily in 10 days - that is, from Sydney and return. Yerranderie is about five miles off as the crow flies, but there is an easy bush track via Burn's Gap to Church Creek. This might make the route about 12 miles. With a mining town like Yerranderie within walking distance, prospecting is made comparatively easy. My nearest depot was nearly
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+We returned home via Coolong, which is a much easier though longer way. Nowadays a trip to the Kowmung can be done easily in 10 days - that is, from Sydney and return. Yerranderie is about five miles off as the crow flies, but there is an easy bush track via Burn's Gap to Church Creek. This might make the route about 12 miles. With a mining town like Yerranderie within walking distance, prospecting is made comparatively easy. My nearest depot was nearly 50 miles off, mostly roadless and rough country intervening.
-miles off, mostly roadless and rough country intervening.
 When the immense reserves of second-class ore worth vast sums of money, now lying near the tips at Yerranderie through want of a railway, are put through furnaces, flux will be ready at Church Creek; and the coal now lying dormant in the bowels of Tonalli Peak will be waiting at the skips.
 Evolving from this industrial era we now see unfolding the scenic beauties of the Kowmung as seen from the main ridge right on to the Cox will become a national asset. There is room for hordes of seekers of pure mountain air and romantic glens. What a heritage we have here, ye cubs of Britain! See that the sentinel statemen fall not asleep.
-Fred Muir wrote in response; I was all over the same country in 1885 on the same quest, with a party of eight. We were out seven months, but though we tried all the creeks and gullies for perhaps 30 miles or more, we found nothing payable. The whole district is full of all kinds of native fauna and flora, and is perhaps the most interesting part of New South
-Wales. If W.A.C. killed ten snakes and ten of each kind of goanna and lizard every day, he would then probably only have killed one in a million.
+Fred Muir wrote in response; I was all over the same country in 1885 on the same quest, with a party of eight. We were out seven months, but though we tried all the creeks and gullies for perhaps 30 miles or more, we found nothing payable. The whole district is full of all kinds of native fauna and flora, and is perhaps the most interesting part of New South Wales. If W.A.C. killed ten snakes and ten of each kind of goanna and lizard every day, he would then probably only have killed one in a million.
 Notes.
-. This is the only time I've come across the probable source of the name Christy's Creek.
-. The party probably followed the cedar trail up onto Scott's Main Range then along the bridle track, to descend Bulga Range to opposite Christy's Creek.
+  - 1. This is the only time I've come across the probable source of the name Christy's Creek.
-. I wonder how the 'hordes of seekersl'of fresh air would feel asout encountering belching black smoke and the carriage of linestone to the smelters.
+  - 2. The party probably followed the cedar trail up onto Scott's Main Range then along the bridle track, to descend Bulga Range to opposite Christy's Creek.
+  - 3. I wonder how the 'hordes of seekers' of fresh air would feel about encountering belching black smoke and the carriage of linestone to the smelters.
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-THE DECEMBER GENERAL  MEETING.
 by Barry Wallace.
 All but 20 or so of the members wereeither out there somewhere partjfing-on, shopping or whatever, when the President gonged the gong at around 2015 and called the meeting to order. There were apologies from Narelle Lovell and Greta Davis and new member David Sutton failed to answer the call to be welcomed.
 The Minutes were read and received with the only matter arising being notice that two electric staplers are being purchased. Correspondence brought letters from the Wilderness Society regarding the threats to National Estate wilderness areas in Tasmania, from Geoff Grace advising of a proposed meeting between the Kangaroo Valley Centre Association and the local bushf ire fighters, from F.B.W. regarding S. & R. call-out lists, and from Dot Butler.