In a poem still extant, Merlin tells how he wandered long in the wild wood of Caledon.
They believe that one crocodile still exists in the Caledon, but I have never met any one who had seen it.
On the second day after we had turned at Odendalstroom we went forward with the purpose of crossing the Caledon with the bridge.
I knew that the Orange and the Caledon Rivers sometimes remained unfordable for weeks together.
I have not peeped into the Anti-Lucretius: it is arrived at Caledon, and reserved for the longest evenings.
