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hosts, bachelor brothers and sturdy Colonials, had 
been thoughtful and constant. 
The feature of the rainbow trout was their 
willingness to rise to the fly; maybe, time will 
bring them more discretion, and perhaps more 
ability to spurn such a lure. Be that as it may, 
they rose right well when we were there, and a 
basket of good takable trout, say five or six brace 
in a few hours, was an easy matter. 
From the farm back to Maclear, and thence to 
Ugie for Christmastide and the New Year, was 
the programme. At Ugie it was our special 
fortune to be invited to a veld picnic. A South 
African picnic with a large ox-wagon as transport 
is something not to miss. With congenial com- 
panions you leave the calendar behind you. You 
are grateful for the open air, the fresh food, the 
tea made at the open fires, the good-will, the 
kindliness of your friends. During our picnic we 
outspanned on the return journey for a few hours 
by the Wildebeeste, and a brief visit to the river 
by two rods yielded a trio of trout in the pink of 
condition. Cooked on the spot, these provided a 
veld meal as delicious as wit of chef could devise. 
When we were at Inxu Falls—a pool on the 
Wildebeeste about seventy yards wide, and a 
favourite haunt of 3 lb. rainbows, which -at times 
rise to the Jock Scott, Durham Ranger, and similar 
flies—a native caught our horses for us when we 
were about to saddle up, and was rewarded with a 
small bonsella (present); he came towards the 
donor with hand extended, in a manner suggestive 
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