394 SALT RIVER SETTLEMENT. 



Mr. M'Murray and I souglit relief from our miseries 

 in milk and cranberries, and really I am afraid we had 

 more relish than judgment in the discussion of this 

 refreshing medley. 



On the last day of June we bade farewell to 

 Mr. M'MmTay and the other denizens of Fort 

 Resolution, and resumed our journey homewards. 

 The ascent of Slave River, which we entered a couple 

 of hours after departure, had little of novelty to 

 interest wanderers whose thoughts were directed with 

 eager hope towards home and its relations. On the 

 7th, Salt River, a small tributary of the Slave River, 

 was reached. It would be unnoticeable but for the 

 existence of a half-caste family, who have formed a 

 tiny colony on its banks, and are content to live on 

 from year to year in this isolated locality. Their 

 possessions consisted of several buildings, some cows, 

 horses and dogs, and two or three small plots of 

 cultivated ground, in which were potatoes, turnips 

 and onions. The good folks supplied us with tops of 

 the latter vegetables, but declined to pull up the roots, 

 which, they said, always remained in the ground. 

 My reminiscences of the spot include those of a 

 trifling accident, which there occurred to me. Being 

 about to bathe, as was our daily custom, I jumped 

 headlong into the stream, and experienced the reward 



