Jock of the Bushveld by Sir Percy Fitzpatrick (Preface)

"Sonny, you kin reckon it dead sure, thar's something wrong 'bout a thing that don't explain itself." That was Old Rocky's advice, given three-and-twenty years ago--not forgotten yet, but, in this instance, respectfully ignored It happened some years ago, and this was the way of it: the Fox of Ballybotherem having served three generations--in his native Tipperary, in Kaffraria, and in the Transvaal--seemed entitled to a rest; and when, in the half-hour before `lights out,' which is the Little People's particular own, the demand came from certain Autocrats of the Nightgown: "Now, tell us something else!" it occurred to the Puzzled One to tell of Jock's fight with the table leg.  And that is how the trouble began.
Those with experience will know what followed; and, for those less fortunate, the modest demand of one, comfortably tucked up tailorwise, and emphasising his points by excited hand-shakes with his toes, will convey the idea: "It must be _all true_! and don't leave out _anything_!" To such an audience a story may be told a hundred times, but it must be told, as Kipling says, "Just so!" that is, in the same way; because,
even a romance (what a three-year-old once excused as "only a play tell") must be true--to itself! Once Jock had taken the field it was not long before the narrator found himself helped or driven over the pauses by quick suggestions from the Gallery; but there were days of fag and worry when thoughts lagged or strayed, and when slips were made, and then a vigilant and pitiless memory swooped like the striking falcon on its prey.  There came a night when the story was of the Old Crocodile, and one in the Gallery--one of more exuberant fancy--seeing the gate open ran into the flower-strewn field of romance and by suggestive questions and eager promptings helped to gather a little posy: "And he caught the Crocodile by the tail, didn't he?"  "And he hung on and fought him, didn't he?"  "And the Old Crocodile flung him high into the air?  High!" and, turning to the two juniors, added "quite as high as the house?"  And the narrator-- accessory by reason of a mechanical nod and an absent-minded "Yes" passed on, thinking it could all be put right next time.  But there is no escape from the `tangled web' when the Little People sit in judgment. It was months later when retribution came.  The critical point of the story was safely passed when--Oh; the irony and poetic justice of it--it  as the innocent tempter himself who laid his hand in solemn protest on
the narrator's shoulder and, looking him reproachfully in the eyes, said "Dad!  You have left out the best part of all.  Don't you remember how..." And the description which followed only emphasises the present writer's unfitness for the task he has undertaken.  In the text of the story and in the illustration by my friend Mr Caldwell (who was himself subjected to the same influence) there is left a loophole for fancy: it is open to any one to believe that Jock is just beginning or just ending his aerial excursion.  The Important People are not satisfied; but then the page is not big enough to exhibit Jock at the top of that flight--of fancy!
From the date of that lesson it was apparent that reputations would suffer if the story of Jock were not speedily embodied in some durable and authoritative form, and during a long spell of ill health many of the incidents were retold in the form of letters to the Little People.Other Less Important Persons--grown-ups--read them and sometimes heard hem, and so it came about that the story of Jock was to be printed for private circulation, for the Little People and their friends.  Then the story was read in manuscript and there came still more ambitious counsels, some urging the human story of the early days, others the wild
animal life of South Africa.  Conscious of many deficiencies the narrator has left two great fields practically untouched, adhering to the original idea--the story of Jock; and those who come into it, men and animals, come in because of him and the life in which he played so large a part.  The attempt to adapt the original letters to the symmetry of a connected story involved, as one might have known, endless trouble and changes, necessitating complete re-writing of most parts; and the responsibility and work became still greater when, after a casual and unforeseen meeting, my friend Mr Caldwell accepted the suggestion to
come out to South Africa and spend six months with us in order to study the game in its native bush and to know the conditions of the life and put that experience into the work of illustrating "Jock." The writer is well aware that, from the above causes and one other, there are grave inequalities in style and system, and in plane of phrase and thought, in different parts of the book.  For this feature the `one other' cause is alone put forward as a defence.  The story belongs to the Little People, and their requirements were defined--"It must be _all true_!  Don't leave out _anything_!"  It has been necessary to leave out a great deal; but the other condition has been fully and fairly complied with; for it is a true story from beginning to end.  It is not a diary: incidents have been grouped and moved to get over the difficulty of blank days and bad spells, but there is no incident of importance or of
credit to Jock which is not absolutely true.  The severest trial in this connection was in the last chapter, which is bound to recall perhaps the most famous and most cherished of all dog stories.  Much, indeed, would have been sacrificed to avoid that; but it was unthinkable that, for any reason, one should in the last words shatter the spell that holds Jock dear to those for whom his life is chronicled--the spell that lies in `a true story.' Little by little the book has grown until it has come perilously near the condition in which it might be thought to have Pretensions.  It has none!  It is what it was: a simple record, compiled for the interest and satisfaction of some Little People, and a small tribute of remembrance and affection offered at the shrine of the old life and those who made it--tendered in the hope that some one better equipped with opportunities and leisure may be inspired to do justice to it and to them for the sake of our native land.

Kruger Park Safari wwith Damien and Friends from the 9th - 19th March 2012

Nhongo Safaris picked up guests at the Winkler hotel in White River. We made our way in the direction of Numbi Gate where we would enter the Kruger National Park.

After check in proceedures, we made our wway down to the camp of Pretoriuskop. After checking in to the accommodation, guests were given a chance to have a break and get some lunch, before there afternoon game drive started.

We left camp early as this as a one night safari and needed to find as much as possible in the shortest possible time. It was not long before we found some rhinos close to the road. the afternoons game drive, guests got to see rhino, buffalo, elephant and wild dogs.

The next day, it was up early and after enjoying tea and coffee, it as back out on the road to see what we could find. During the day of game drives, guests got to see rhino, elephant, buffalo, leopard and cheetah was also seen. At 14h30, guests got transfered back to the Kruger Mpumalanga Airport for there flight back to Johannesburg.

Guests had a good time while on safari, and were happy with what they had seen while on safari with us.