36 FIRST CAMP OF BOUNDARY COMMISSION. 
CHAPTER IL. 
VICTORIA—THE SALMON: ITS HAUNTS AND HABITS. 
We were landed, soon after our arrival, on a rocky 
point: of land with a snug sheltered bay on each 
side; an easy slope led up to the frame of a house, 
destined to be our headquarters; a pretty spot, - 
very Englishlike in its general features, but in 
the rough clothing of uncultivated nature. Tents 
were pitched, the baggage carried safely up and 
stowed away, and the first camp of the Boundary 
Commission established in this new land of 
promise. 
Our first walk to Victoria, now the thriving 
capital of Vancouver Island, was made on the 
evening of our landing. The gold-fever was 
just beginning to rage fast and furiously, and 
all classes, from every country, were pouring in 
—a very torrent of gold-hunters. Not that gold- 
hunter means only he that digs and washes the 
yellow ore from out Nature’s treasury, but in- 
cludes a herd of parasites, that sa, the gains of 
the honest digger; tempting him to gamble, drink 
