May, 1946 The Queensland Naturalist 
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the war, in the past we were able to roam much further 
afield and we have held camps in many wonderful places ; 
as soon as conditions permit and we can again acquire 
tents and the means to travel, these times will come again. 
It was because of this that my attempt at a lecture 
to-night will be more in the nature of a travel talk. 
Also in these days of mass murder and other stupid 
obscenities, and the never-ending pressure of boring 
futilities upon us, it is a most important task for us all 
to rise above these dreary horrors if we are to survive as 
whole as we can mentally and spiritually, as we have sur- 
vived physically here in Australia. That is my other re s >- 
why to-night I am taking you wandering into the forest 
where the strange species to which we belong, can find 
expression for the virtues of harmlessness, love of living 
things, co-operation for service, appreciation of beauty, 
acquirement of knowledge in other words, where one can 
feel and be a real human being with dignity and freedom, 
instead of a thing caught in the mechanistic materialism 
of this breaking civilisation. 
The photos shown to-night were taken in the Lam- 
ington National Park, a few in Conondale National Park 
and some along the Little Yabba Creek in the Malem 
district, localities we have camped in at different times. 
Most are of the Lamington National Park, which is a 
naturalist’s paradise, and includes a wide variety o 
country in its boundaries, scrub or rain forest, open forest 
country, curious rocks, deep gorges, great high cliffs, creeks 
and waterfalls innumerable and the thick vegetation is 
the home of many different birds and animals. 
Before taking to the forest however, here are some 
photos and drawings of some Club Camps, each with its 
own particular flavour in our memories — we have slept in 
buildings, tents, and sleeping-bags round a camp fire, 
though the last is not generally a Club method, but you 
can learn some natural history even in a sleeping-bag. 
One night we were sleeping on a slope some few feet back- 
ward from the top of a precipice many hundreds of feet 
high, gentle rain had seeped down through the trees upon 
us for some uncomfortable hours when suddenly the wind 
came. It hit the cliff face below us with terrific force and 
the unyielding cliff turned it upward with such violence, 
that it did not gain its normal direction till forty or fifty 
feet above us where it roared like a heavy surf through 
the tree-tops till the morning, and we, minus the rain, and 
