The boys were--like myself--all too much engaged with preserving their balance to think of the spirited little beast, and he must have swam till he sunk.

He was so useful in keeping all the country curs off our huts; none dare to approach and steal, and he never stole himself.

He shared the staring of the people with his master, then in the march he took charge of the whole party, running to the front, and again to the rear, to see that all was right.

He was becoming yellowish-red in colour; and, poor thing, perished in what the boys all call Chitane's water.
_16th January, 1867._--March through the mountains, which are of beautiful white and pink dolomite, scantily covered with upland trees and vegetation.

The rain, as usual, made us halt early, and wild fruits helped to induce us to stay.
In one place we lighted on a party of people living on Masuko fruit, and making mats of the Shuare[45] palm petioles.