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all the party had apparently walked over it— -the axe, 
understand, being of rather more than usual, interest on 
account of being “chipped” and not “ground. 
A clump of “five-finger” maiden-hair recalls an 
Easter spent at Cedar Creek, near Mt. Glorious. 
We camped in a disused timber mill on that occasion, 
and not the least of our experiences was the moving pic- 
ture taken by Mr. John Nebe and shown at the next Club 
meeting — of members on the march. Truly then did we 
“see ourselves as others see us.” 
I think that the first time I ever saw— and heard— a 
black cockatoo, was at this time, when we climbed up to 
the top of Mt. Glorious on the Easter Sunday. 
Hidden in among shrubs is a small, and I must admit 
rather stunted, Moreton Bay Chestnut free, and that 
brings to mind Iiopedale, the home of Mr. and Mrs. 1). 
Curtis, at Albert River, and the many enjoyable week- 
ends made possible to the Club years ago by the late Mrs. 
S. Curtis. 
This little tree grew from a seed got on one _ot these 
occasions and recalls the lovely little patch of virgin 
scrub preserved intact on the bank of the river at the 
back of the Curtis home, with all its complement of birds 
and other natural features to be enjoyed by the nature 
lover. 
In the river, just near here, too, 1 remember a shallow 
spot, where a domestically -minded catfish had arranged a 
ring of pebbles, which I was informed was its idea of a 
“nest.” 
In the evenings, too, we were privileged to see the 
very fine collection of moths and butterflies collected by 
Mr. U. Curtis. 
An arrowroot mill was visited by us on one occasion, 
and a trip to Tamborine Mountain, where the late Mr. 
Illidge and Mr. Franzeen found great entomological inter- 
est, was another enjoyable occasion. 
I could spend a great deal of time' talking about 
those trips to Albert River and the many incidents dear 
to nature lovers, which occurred on those occasions. 
A cassia brings to mind Easter Camps at the Coomera 
Crossing, near Canungra. 
On two of these occasions we went, by courtesy of Mr. 
Romeo Laliey, on the little railway connected with his 
sawmill, right up into scrub from which, at that time, 
timber was being obtained. 
All along beside the railway line, these cassia bushes, 
solid masses of golden flowers, were blooming. 
