242 IN THE GRIP OF THE NYIKA chap. 



At this place I was much grieved to lose my fine 

 dog Lurcher. He brought on a bad attack of 

 pneumonia by first getting over-heated while gallop- 

 ing and frisking about, and then going to lie down 

 in the cold water of the river. We had become 

 much attached to each other, and I was very sorry 

 indeed when I saw that he was dying. I did 

 everything I could for him, and wrapped him up 

 warmly in my own blankets, but his end came 

 very quickly after a few hours' illness. I buried 

 him under a palm tree not far from my tent, and 

 missed him for many a day afterwards. 



As " Kampi ya Nyama Yangu," as the Samburu 

 call Neumann's boma, is near the 38th degree of 

 East Longitude, I determined to look in this neigh- 

 bourhood for a suitable starting-point for the new 

 eastern boundary to the Reserve, and therefore 

 without delay went out exploring in the afternoon, 

 so as to gather some idea of the more prominent 

 physical features of the locality. 



I noticed a mountain two or three miles away on 

 the north side of the Guaso Nyiro which I thought 

 might answer my purpose, as it made a good and 

 unmistakable landmark. The natives also informed 

 me that from the top of this I would be able to see 

 a line of mountains stretching away northward to 

 Marsabit. 



