ON THE MOOI OF NATAL 243 
fertile stretch of land in Natal. Just above 
Rosetta farm, after which the railway station is 
named, the Mooi widens considerably for a 
stretch. Three or four great ledges of rocks 
spanning the river, over and down which the 
water comes, look like nature’s staircases. 
Cascades and miniature waterfalls are frequent, 
in this part ; and the current, except in the still, 
silent pools, is steady, though not so swift as the 
Bushman’s. The Mooi, which is a trifle wider 
than the Bain in Wensleydale, Yorkshire, is a 
fishable river. You can get to its banks so easily. 
You do not have to war your way through gigantic 
grasses as is—or was—sometimes the case on the 
Umgeni ; mighty water-reeds, such as are some- 
times met with on the Bushman’s, are few and far 
between ; and water much overhung with bushes 
like that occasionally found in Cape Province is 
the exception. 
Happy is my recollection of an angling holiday 
spent on the Natal Mooi one September. Rosetta 
was my station, ‘Those who chose the names of 
railway stations in Natal did their work admir- 
ably. Restfulness itself is suggested by many 
of the names—Sweet Waters, Avoca, Rosetta, 
Cedara, and so forth; some of them eloquent 
reminders of auld lang syne. 
The first trout of the trip—the tangible 
reward of that fascinating putting-together of the 
tackle—was caught near Rosetta station, a spot 
comparatively little fished then, because it was 
thought that trout had not come down from 
