Woodman—Spare That Tree

It is some time since the tramping club has made a worthwhile contribution to the maintenance of the Tararua highways and byways, but a few week-ends back saw eleven en thusiasts go to town on the Mitre Flats track, and some excellent work was done.

All Saturday the climbers slashed their way through the dripping second growth, the axes rose and fell, and the chips flew, while the crosscut saw played great havoc with a couple of windfalls until it stopped work, hours before time.

Wet and weary in the gathering darkness, the party arrived at Mitre Flats and there, my word! Someone else had been working. Saturday afternoon had seen the re-erection of those two wires across the Waingawa River—those two wires which had enabled many crossings to be made of flooded, and otherwise impassable, muddy torrent.

But, boy oh boy, did we make up for all those calories expended? The tramping club sure has some great eaters among its members, and notwithstanding that berlel outline, food was consumed as we have never seen it consumed before.

The committee would, like to thank those who contributed to this stout effort—it was a great success.