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Johannesburg ; at Chicheley Hall, his English 
home at Newport Pagnell ; or at his old home in 
Bedford (where lives his aged mother, loved by 
all who know her); but, for a day of recreation 
there was nothing he enjoyed more than sea 
fishing in Durban harbour from a boat with Lady 
Farrar. I remember that he once had a Saturday 
with the trout on the Wemmer while the South 
African National Convention was sitting at Cape- 
town (early in 1909), and he got two brace, which 
he instructed me to take with his compliments to 
the late General Botha. The General, pleased with 
the kindly thought, wished me to thank the angler, 
adding with that pleasant smile of his: “And 
tell Sir George I hope he goes again!” That 
day on the Wemmer there were three of us 
fishing—Sir George, the late Mr. McLean and 
myself. Mr. McLean was for many years the 
general manager in South Africa for the Union- 
Castle line, and he did admirable work on behalf 
of trout acclimatization at the Cape. Early in 
the afternoon, just after landing a trout, Mr. 
McLean stopped fishing, and looked heavy 
with thought. I asked him why he had stopped. 
He replied, “‘ You see, I have caught six trout.” 
“Well?” I said. “The fact is,” he explained, 
“six trout is the limit.” I do not actually re- 
member, but I grieve to say it is possible I said 
“ Well!” again, in a suggestive manner; for he 
at once remarked : “ Yes, but, you see, J myself 
framed that particular regulation /” And the good 
man fished no more that day. 
