XXII 
A ’BERG TROUT STREAM 
~ROM< the carriage window of the railway 
train the traveller espies near Estcourt, in 
Natal, a river gleaming white in the valley. 
This is the Bushman’s, which has its 
source in the Drakensberg mountains, and speeds 
onward through hilly country. Even when not 
in flood its current is rapid. In flood-time it is 
excessively busy. Slightly wider than the Umgeni, 
it is not so broad as the Mooi; but, proportion- 
ately, it appears to hold more water than the 
Mooi, To stock all the tempting and even ideal 
haunts that the Bushman’s offers them trout 
would need to be legion. There is indeed room 
for them there, and happily both Loch Levens and 
brownies are doing their best to occupy it. The 
trout are not so numerous as in the Mooi, but 
for all that the Bushman’s is a fine fishing river, 
and the way in which the stock has progressed 
there must be a source of gratification to the 
Natal Government of the old days and to their 
honorary “trout man,” Mr. John Parker, of 
Tetworth, who distributed the fry at Robinson’s 
drift, a score of miles from Estcourt, at about the 
same time as the Mooi also received troutlets—in 
