The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



them in traps made of stakes driven into the 

 ground, built out from the banks in the form of 

 a corral. The bait used is freshly gathered 

 leaves and grasses, as the manatee is entirely a 

 vegetable feeder. I tried to obtain some of the 

 flesh, of which I heard so much, but unsuccess- 

 fully. 



The Calabar River is hardly the place in which 

 one would expect to find a rise of mayfly. Such, 

 however, was my experience. I had been dining 

 on the deck of the largest of our launches, and 

 was sitting smoking, when I heard fish rising 

 in every direction round the boat. Heaps of 

 flies, attracted probably by the lights on board, 

 fluttered inboard, and I examined several. They 

 were very like the green drake we know so well 

 on the Test, and other chalk streams in England, 

 but somewhat smaller in size and of a pale straw 

 colour. We could not muster a hook and line, 

 so I never knew what fish were taking these flies 

 so greedily. I made an effort to catch something 

 with a large bent pin and string, but ineffectually. 

 I would have given a good deal to have had my 

 trout rod and tackle with some artificial spent 

 gnats the experience would have been unique. 



Sir Claude and I were continually making 

 trips in the Protectorate yacht Evangeline and 

 visiting the various ports. I therefore had the 

 opportunity of visiting places that otherwise 

 would have been denied me. We generally slept 



