The Bank That Failed 



Boys, oh, boys, here is a real one. It is from 

 Captain C. F. Wheeler, R. I. R., of Winnipeg, Can- 

 ada, who has served his country for forty-two years, 

 and in that time has been all over the world. The 

 Captain says : " I could write you some splendid 

 stories of Africa, but they are so farfetched and 

 above all so absolutely true that I doubt they would 

 be believed. I know more about fishing and shoot- 

 ing than I know about writing/' Captain, your story 

 proves to me that you know a great deal about all 

 three. 



Well, here is my most tragic fishing moment. 

 " Have it or leave it," I give it you just as it hap- 

 pened to me, and although it is now many years ago, 

 yet it is as fresh in my memory as the day, aye, the 

 hour, it happened. 



I was at the time a member of the famous Bechu- 

 analand Border Police (South Central Africa) and 

 was fishing in one of the very deep holes along the 

 north shore of the Limpopo River for manseer (Giant 

 Barbel). These fish are at this particular place very 

 large; fifty, sixty, and even eighty pound fish having 

 been caught in the deep holes. 



At certain times of the year this giant river of 

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