A PLEASANT CAMP. ' 315 
Boundary-line, was along the low and compara- 
tively flat land intervening between the seaboard 
and the foot of the Cascade Mountains. Our 
camp was on the Sumass prairie, and was in 
reality only an open patch of grassy land, through 
which wind numerous streams from the moun- 
tains, emptying themselves into a large shallow 
lake, the exit of which is into the Fraser by a 
short stream, the Sumass river. 
In May and June this prairie is completely 
covered with water. The Sumass river, from 
the rapid rise of the Fraser, reverses its course, 
and flows back into the lake instead of out of it. 
The lake fills, overflows, and completely floods 
the lower lands. On the subsidence of the 
waters, we pitched our tents on the edge of a 
lovely stream. Wildfowl were in abundance; 
the streams were alive with fish; the mules and 
horses revelling in grass kneedeep—we were in 
a second Eden! 
We had enjoyed about a week at this delightful 
camp, when the mosquitos began to get rather 
troublesome. We knew these most unwelcome 
visitors were to be expected, from Indian infor- 
mation. I must confess I had a vague suspicion 
that the pests were to be more dreaded than we 
were willing to believe; for the crafty redskins 
