thus resulted the celebrated " rubaboo," as it was called. 

 When the mixture was thickened it then was called 

 "' rowscho," but for the journey the former was prefer- 

 able. Hot bannocks and piping hot " rubaboo " were 

 served around, the latter in cups, and the tea in tin cups soon 

 began to disappear among the hungiy company. The appe- 

 tite stimulated by fresh air and exercise was surprising, and 

 a dyspeptic being looking on at such a meal would turn green 

 with envy. 



A NOTABLE PAKTY. 



One day our midday camp was struck just beyond the 

 crossing of the Big Salt River. We were just ready for lunch 

 when a democrat wagon hove in sight containing a coal-black 

 Sambo as driver, and three gentlemen. As they approached 

 they looked long and enquiringly on the camping scene, with 

 its gTazing animals, carts, and a company of swarthy natives, 

 in the middle of a vast prairie. On calling over on them, I 

 found a dintinguished party, consisting of Hon. Joseph 

 Howe, Secretary of State for the Dominion of Canada, which 

 was then talking of annexing the Red River Settlement, Mr. 

 W. E. Sanford, of Hamilton, Ont., afterwards Senator, and 

 Mr. William McGregor, of Windsor, since that time a mem- 

 iDer of the Canadian House of Commons. 



I invited the party to lunch with me ; fortunately we 

 had bear steak, and pemmican in its two-fold messes. Curio- 

 sity, more than lunch, induced an acceptance. I carried a 

 bottle of very old St. Croix rum, so far as I was concerned 

 for the stomach's sake, not the palate. At the sight of the 

 amber fluid the Hon. Mr. Howe clapped his hands, and turn- 

 ing to Mr. Sanford, exclaimed, "Sanford, there is corn in 

 Egypt," which they tested heartily. This trip of Mr. Howe 

 to Fort Garry was the one which Mr. McDougall accused 

 him in Parliament of undertaking to prejudice the settlers 

 against him. Mr. Howe plied me with questions touching 

 affairs at the Settlement. The party proceeded northward, 

 we south. Scarcely two hours had passed when the democrat 

 returned. By an accident Mr. Sanford's gun had gone off and 

 lodged its contents in the calf of McGregor's leg. 



EN ROUTE. 



Two hours was usually enough for the midday camp, but 



