358 THROUGH UNKNOWN AFRICAN COUNTRIES. 
My Rendile guide amused me very much one day by 
requesting permission to go to a certain tree which grew 
about half a mile away from our line of march. To my 
questions he replied that he wished to take some tobacco 
to his brother, who had died under the same tree two years 
before. This wish on the part of the Rendile to provide 
tobacco for the soul of his deceased brother surprised me 
greatly, as it is most unusual to find a native of Africa actu- 
ally inclined to act kindly from purely generous motives. 
I was also astonished to find that the Rendile believed in a 
living soul after death, and that this soul must have material 
wants. 
The Guaso River was reached on September 22, and 
our line of march joined with that of Mr. William Astor 
Chanler.' 
The last march to the river was most disagreeable for 
me, as I had an attack of fever, which made me delirious 
for a couple of hours, and compelled me to order many 
halts, while I rested under the shade of some bushes. We 
could not pitch camp, owing to lack of water. Finally, at 
eight o’clock at night, we reached the river, after having 
spent sixteen hours on the road. We heard no less than 
five rhinoceroses rustling among the bushes after it got 
_dark, but fortunately they did not attack us. My system 
had evidently received an extra supply of malarial germs 
on the trip up the river Nianam, and these were now 
manifesting themselves. A few days’ rest on the Guaso 
Nyiro, however, and large doses of quinine —as much as 
1 Mr. Astor Chanler had followed the course of the Guaso Nyiro from a 
point a considerable distance to the west of our crossing, until he discovered it 
emptying into the Lorian Swamp or Lake. After this he had returned along 
his previous trail. 
The Guaso Nyiro has its origin on Mt. Kenya, and according to the reports 
of the Rendile it does not terminate in the Lorian Swamp, but continues east- 
wards to the lakes in the Wama district, near the mouth of the river Jub. 
