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farther in. My son and I immediately commenced work to 

 gather the plants that were in great numbers there. In a short 

 time, I was surprised to find my son desirous to go back to camp 

 because the flies had bitten him up so that, when I looked at him, 

 his face was all covered with blood. Of course, I excused him 

 and told him to go to camp. Later, I discovered that my own 

 face was bloody instead of sweaty, and I returned to camp also and 

 found the men and Willie had anointed themselves with tar and 

 castor oil and they looked to me like three unwashed Indians. I 

 resisted and put no tar on my face for a long time, but, eventually, 

 had to come to it. I may say that this tar, with additions, re- 

 mained on our faces for ten days or more, as there was no sense 

 in washing. The flies that troubled us were black flies, not mos- 

 quitoes. On some of the points in the bog, we found flocks of 

 young Canada Geese that had been hatched in that quarter. 

 Some days after, we went up to S'West Point, where a Mr. Pope 

 was light-house-keeper, and took our boat into the Jupiter River, 

 over a small bar that was at the mouth. We settled down for 

 work at the point and made quite large collections. My intention, 

 when I reached there, was to make an excursion up Jupiter River 

 in the small boat and see what the interior of the Island was like. 

 We started up the river and went for a number of miles until 

 the river got so shallow that we could proceed no further and 

 there we camped. 



From the camp, I went a half day's journey up the river, and 

 found no change in the appearance of the country except that it 

 became drier the further we went in from shore. W'here we 

 camped, there was a large pool of fresh water filled with trout, and 

 my son and the men made such good use of their time that my 

 share of the fish that they caught was half-a-barrel, and the men 

 took a great quantity themselves. I may say, that I brought 

 these fish to Ottawa, and they were not considered good eating 

 because they were extremely salty, owing to the fishermen having 

 cured them the way that they did the herring on the coast. 



After being our full time on S'West Point, we determined to 

 go up the coast further, but a storm at S'West Point came up 

 and was so strong that it closed the bar at the mouth of Jupiter 



