a mining camp, and was always referred to as ' camp ' 

 -the danger was due to the number of sounds. He 

 would stand behind me as I stopped in the street, and 

 sometimes lie down and snooze if the wait was a long 

 one ; and the poor old fellow must have thought it a 

 sad falling off, a weary monotonous change from the 

 real life of the veld. At first he was very watchful, 

 and every rumbling wheel or horse's footfall drew his 

 alert little eyes round to the danger point ; but the 

 traffic and noise were almost continuous and one sound 

 ran into another ; and thus he became careless or 

 puzzled and on several occasions had narrowly escaped 

 being run over or trodden on. 



Once, in desperation after a bad scare, I tried 

 chaining him up, and although his injured reproachful 

 look hurt, it did not weaken me : I had hardened my 

 heart to do it, and it was for his own sake. At lunch- 

 time he was still squatting at the full length of the 

 chain, off the mat and straw, and with his head hang- 

 ing in the most hopeless dejected attitude one could 

 imagine. It was too much for me the dog really 

 felt it ; and when I released him there was no rejoicing 

 in his freedom as the hated collar and chain dropped 

 off : he turned from me without a sign or sound of 

 any sort, and walking off slowly, lay down some ten 

 yards away with his head resting on his paws ! He 

 went to think not to sleep. 



I felt abominably guilty, and was conscious of 

 wanting to make up for it all the afternoon. 



Once I took him out to Fig Tree Creek fifteen miles 

 away, and left him with a prospector friend at whose 



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