XXIII 



THE RAINBOWS OF EAST 

 GRIQUALAND 



A CHEERFUL, philosophic comrade is a 

 cause for thankfulness on a fishing trip. 

 Your companion makes or mars its social 

 or fraternal side. Luck came my way 

 on a visit to East Griqualand. My friend's cha- 

 racter can be inferred from the fact that, after a 

 poor start by both of us, he gaily but stoutly 

 insisted : " It will be better further on." That 

 proved literally correct, and the fact strengthened 

 his cheerfulness. His philosophy reached its 

 highest point, perhaps, when, in a weak moment, 

 I announced from the waterside : " I keep look- 

 ing for snakes." " Why look for them ? " he 

 sagely inquired. 



From busy Johannesburg, East Griqualand 

 seemed a for cry. Ugie and Maclear, it is true, 

 were referred to in the South African Railways 

 publicity book on trout fishing, but the difficulty in 

 Johannesburg was to meet with anybody who had 



fished there. So we decided to go and take our 





 luck, just as it came. Maxims such as " A wise 



