TWENTY-THIRD ORDINARY MEETING, 237 
you can live well. It is not absolutely necessary to take canned 
meat-and vegetables along with you, as many explorers do, for in 
this lovely country you are independent, so to speak, with the 
quantity of fish and game that is always on hand in the neighbour- 
hood. 
After reaching the summit of the Mountains here, and returning 
to my headquarters in camp, we started back to the District of Old 
Man’s River. Upon August |5th, I found myself at the Belly 
River District, from which place I started for the Koutanai Lakes. 
All through this beautiful grazing country, I was perfectly delighted 
with everything I saw. 
The ranchers were all busy taking in hay for winter emergencies, 
although it is seldom required, for the snow is seldom too deep for 
the cattle to scratch it up to feed on the long grass underneath. The 
Chenook wind which blows through the mountains from the Pacific 
Ocean, melts the snow nearly as soon as it makes its appearance, and 
wheeled vehicles, principally heavy carts and buck boards supply the 
place of sleighs. From the Muirhead Ranche, I started out for the 
so-called Koutanai Lakes, where I was successful in capturing many 
fine butterflies, amongst them Argynnis Leto, § and °. 
The guide who took me up to the Lakes killed two grisly bears 
whilst I was in this part of the mountains, and I brought the skins 
back with me as a memento of the trip. 
The name of the hills that one meets with on the prairie is “ bute ” 
and “ cooley ” or “ lie” is applied to all hollow spots or valleys.. 
I must warn all who may be disposed to make a summer excursion 
through the mountains to the British Columbia side, to be well pro- 
vided with a musquito-net ; I mean by this not only the small nets 
to wear over one’s head and neck whilst riding or driving, but a 
strong net, capable of being fastened to the tent inside, and covering 
one’s entire body at night time. 
It may not be out of place here to relate one or two anecdotes 
about the extraordinary numbers of musquitos that infest the entire 
district through which I passed—not forgetting to mention the black- 
flies, sand-flies, horse-flies or ‘“‘ bull-dogs ” as the old settlers call them, 
and the greatest torment of all the flying ants. 
I remember one evening after we had pitched our tent for the 
night, and just about dusk, I set off with one of my fellow-travellers 
to inspect a curious rock, which was standing upright in the midst of 
