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Posted by wmmbb in Blogroll, DOG BLOG -.

We may have been fortunate to have escaped the really hot weather occurring elsewhere, yet it is important to realize that dogs are vulnerable to hot temperatures. I thought I would attempt a sense of place with and beyond the dog walk photos.

Summer has implications for the well being of the dogs. There are in general two important considerations, activity and temperature. “Murdoch University Warns Summer Fun Can Be Deadly for Pets”.  It is noted:

“Dogs are so eager to please their owners; they often won’t stop playing until their bodies can’t take any more. Owners need to watch for warning signs of heatstroke such as heavy panting, and act quickly,” said Dr Swindells.
“Days with temperatures of over 30 degrees bring an increased risk of heatstroke – and days of 36C or more make it a lot harder for your dog to cool down. When a dog overheats, the proteins in their cells start to break down, which can lead to the dog cooking internally.”

Clearly, it would be good if the creek had more water.  Despite the dangers the bush tends to be cooler than open space. I am going to have to carry water for the dogs.  .  . and get the wading pool filled. Despite the fact that they are not getting much exercise, they sometimes seem to me to be enjoying themselves, even without over exerting.

As I mention in the description, the video is the option in place of the usual photos. I am trying, even if unsuccessfully, to  use a new medium with new challenges. This was made necessary because Picasa is not fully working as usual, and while a fix was suggested, it only half-worked for me. The music is taken from the Video, Earth Songs, and is called: “Earth Cry, Mercy”. There was a mining tragedy that will be this year, 127 years ago. Photos cannot convey the full sense of place and the people who lived, worked, and sometimes died.

The video features Dexter and Hannah and refers to in passing the 1887 tragedy:

The portal shown was created during the 1940’s when a 12,000 foot (3.66 Km) drift was cut into the side of the hill.This is not a straight forward operation. The miners had to contend with pockets of subterranean Methane and granite pillars in the coal seam. I don’t know where the  original mine portal is specifically located.  I hesitate before veering off the beaten track.

I found this poem from the{ National Library of Australia, Trove} to be good report of events:

Hark to that sound, high o’er the rising wave!
Mocking the thunder with the shock it gave;
The stout heart paused, the timid quailed to hear,
And women’s cheeks were blanch’d with mortal fear,
When belch’d from-out the tunnel’s mouth so dire,
On Bulli’s heights a flame of gaseous fire.

All then was told, the shouts of madden’d men,
For comrades dear they’d never meet again,
The shrieks of women rending through the air,
For husbands loved and hopeful sons so fair,
Was pitiful and gave unto the day,
A glance of frenzy—madness – who shall say ?

And while the speed of electricity,
Wing’d through the land the dread calamity,
True men stood forth, the enterprise to dare,
Of entering in to brave tho gaseous air ;
All know ’twas hopeless, yet they led the van.
To ” do or die” as only true men can.

But who can battle with the odds they fight?
Senseless they’re born again into the light,
By trusty hearts that .follow closest bond,
Another effort with a second band,
Await the moments conquering of gas.

‘Tisdone!” in through the blackening gloom they pass,
Oh, who shall paint the sweating hours of toil,
Of anxious hearts amid that sable soil,
As to each mutilated form that lay,
In death they came, and gently bore away,
A weary mile unto the light of day?

Oh God  it was a touching sight to see.
The fearful depth of human agony,
As some torn’ corpse, all black and singed, and bare,
Was recognised by wife or mother there,
And wrung from hearts the accents of despair.

A mother gazed upon her mangled son.
Struck mute with grief to see what death had done
She kiss’d him with the kiss that clings, and then
Bade him go forth to learn the strife of men
But yester morn, but now to day he lays,
The death gloom on his brow, beneath her gaze,
Her heartless gaze— Oh call it a stony stare,
This must be grief, or call it wild despair.

Tread softly, mourners, round the graves that keep
The Bulli’ miners in their last sad sleep;
Tho’ simple toilers underneath the earth,
Suoh are tho sinews of a nation’s worth.

– J. O. TUCKER. – Terminus Hotel, Wollongong.

This particular disaster resulted in the death of  81 men and boys. Perhaps prose can describe what happened, but prose does not convey emotion.Linear and the logical, like the formal findings of the Inquest and Royal Commission. do not convey emotion and the direct observation of the poet.  In this case there were question relating to the findings of the Royal Commission. This scepticism was borne out by the subsequent Mount Kembla mining disaster in 1902 – when  indeed,the nation had been formally created. 

Dexter, Hannah and me, are taken up as we walk with the immediate concerns, such as the weather. The onus in summer is to be proactive.



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