306 THE GUASO NYERO [ch. xi 
Near this camp were the remains of the boma or 
home camp of Arthur Neuman, once the most famous 
elephant-hunter between the Tana and Lake Rudolf. 
Neuman, whose native name was Nyama Yango, was a 
strange moody man, who died by his own hand. He 
was a mighty hunter, of bold and adventure-loving 
temper. With whites he was unsocial, living in this 
far-off region exactly like a native, and all alone among 
the natives, living in some respects too much like a 
native. But, from the native standpoint, and without 
making any effort to turn the natives into anything 
except what they were, he did them good, and left a 
deep impression on their minds. They talked to us 
often about him in many different places; they would 
not believe that he was dead, and when assured it was 
so, they showed real grief. At Meru Boma, when we 
saw the Meru tribesmen dance, one of the songs they 
sang was : 64 Since Nyama Yango came, our sheep graze 
untouched by the Samburuand, rather curiously, the 
Samburu sing a similar song, reciting how he saved 
them from the fear of having their herds raided by the 
nomads farther north. 
After leaving this camp we journeyed up the Guaso 
Nyero for several days. The current was rapid and 
muddy, and there were beds of reeds and of the tall, 
graceful papyrus. The country round about was a mass 
of stony, broken hills, and the river wound down among 
these, occasionally cutting its way through deep gorges 
and its course being continually broken by rapids. 
Whenever on our hunts we had to cross it, we shouted 
and splashed, and even fired shots, to scare the croco¬ 
diles. I shot one on a sandbar in the river. The man 
the rhino had wounded was carried along on a litter 
with the safari. 
