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Otago Daily Times, Issue 21734, 27 August 1932, Page 11

HIKING TIME A thirty-pound pack on your back, a pipe in your mouth, a winding bush track through the valley. How good it is to be alive on a fresh spring morning—to watch the sun rising over the mountains—to catch a glimpse of timid deer in a clearing—to drink deeply at an icy cold spring. The swinging stride—the crunch of hobnailed boots on rock —the companionship of a good friend. There is no holiday to equal a walking tour. It seems that it’s the simple, inexpensive things that give the most pleasure. A man smokes a pipe. He fills up with Edgeworth. He is content with the world. If you haven't tried Edgeworth do so next time you visit your tobacconist. 2s tin, either Ready Rubbed,” or “Plug Slice.” — Advt.