August, 1935. The Queensland Naturalist 
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Turtle Rock is a sharp outcrop sheer at the end, fac- 
ing Egg Rock, and further back its steep sides, heavily 
wooded, and with thick scrub caressing its base. 
Our climb took us up the saddle between Turtle Rock 
and its neighbouring mountain. We left the main road 
at the Stone House, which is a district land mark, having 
been made by its owner, stone by stone, from rock hewn 
out of his own land, which was identified as volcanic ash. 
We had lunch at the top of the saddle. The weather did 
not look very inviting when we started, but rain had held 
off. We coaxed a fire and made tea, but almost as we put 
our cups to our lips we heard thunder, and before we had 
time to even drink a mouthful a heavy storm broke over 
us ; so we just sat under our raincoats, drank our tea and 
ate our lunches, and the melancholy trees went drip ! drip ! 
drip ! 
We were all rather wet as we set off to find our cave 
entrance, in which undertaking we were not successful. 
However, along the top of Turtle Rock we found other 
things, some few wild flowers, Prostanthera, Cryptandra, 
Leucopogon, and the yellow everlasting Helichrysum. 
On our way up we had seen numerous white cocka- 
toos, some quarions, rosellas, the red browed finch, coo-ee 
bird, currawongs, and on the way back, a black cockatoo. 
The elusive whip-bird was often heard, but not seen. We 
,saw others, but did not know their names. 
At the end of Turtle Rock one of the party climbed 
down to where he could see the entrance to one end of the 
cave, that which looks out upon Egg Rock, after which we 
turned homewards. We decided to try the other side of the 
saddle this time, and experienced, to me at any rate, what 
was the most delightful few minutes in the whole of the 
camp time. 
We were clambering down the steep sides in the wet 
grass, and the trees all round us were gleaming and glis- 
tening in the fading sunlight, when suddenly we were in 
the middle of the bell-birds, the first I ever saw or heard, 
and their tinkling clear voices were all about us, and now 
and again two would call almost together, with a soft blur- 
red dissonance of sound, which fell exquisitely upon ears 
more used to city noises. 
We were loth to leave this spot, but it began to get 
dark, and we still had our way to find, so we went on down 
through the open forest to the scrub, and found the creek 
at the foot of Egg Rock, which we followed, and so back to 
camp. 
The second day we planned to reach Binna Burra, 
along through Beechmont, come down through the scrub, 
