XXIII 
THE RAINBOWS OF EAST 
GRIQUALAND 
A CHEERFUL, philosophic comrade is a 
cause for thankfulness on a fishing trip. 
Your companion makes or mars its social 
or fraternal side. Luck came my way 
on a visit to East Griqualand. My friend’s cha- 
racter can be inferred from the fact that, after a 
poor start by both of us, he gaily but stoutly 
insisted : “It will be better further on,” That 
proved literally correct, and the fact strengthened 
his cheerfulness. His philosophy reached its 
highest point, perhaps, when, in a weak moment, 
I announced from the waterside: “I keep look- 
ing for snakes.” ‘* Why look for them?” he 
sagely inquired. 
From busy Johannesburg, East Griqualand 
seemed a far cry. Ugie and Maclear, it is true, 
were referred to in the South African Railways 
publicity book on trout fishing, but the difficulty in 
Johannesburg was to meet with anybody who had 
fished there. So we decided to go and take our 
luck, just as it came. Maxims such as “ A wise 
