Tramping Club

Seventeen members of the rag and tatter brigade left town on Easter Thursday night for Masterson. Rain and wind made the stop at the Summit Tearooms very welcome, and yet at Masterson the rain still lashed down and we departed In search of shelter. We trekked to the Pines and Mitre Flats, which were reached on Friday afternoon. A sumptuous dinner and a sing-song closed the day. The flooded state of the Waingawa prevented us from pushing on to Cow Creek, and Saturday was passed, eating and singing, and with occasional dips in the river.

Confound It! Sunday was fine, so the whole party toddled up Mount Mitre in two hours. From grand-stand seats the party watched a dramatic production of "The Beer got up and slowly walked away, by Stan Ombler and Ills two assistants. Some low-down cad lias evidently been endowing the deer in this region with extra stamina by sprinkling Iildomac In the tarns, surely a case for, the S.P.C.A.!

A quick "hiss" down to the but, where piping hot soup welcomed us, a sing-song, and the last night at the flats came to a close. All food had disappeared by Monday."so amid occasional bursts of sunlight and drizzle, the long safari turned Pinewoods once more. The remainder of the party braved the lower gorge, and by use of the rope and Inevitable swimming, arrived in time to see the one and only bottle disappear over the horizon —eight minds with but a single thought—no urging' needed—no Siree —we Just pounded off at the gallop.