MEETING WITH NATIVES. 1 
the wind beating the cold rain and the spray from 
the crest of the waves in our faces, our only consolation 
was that we were making miles on the journey. The 
shores continued to be bare steep walls of rock; not 
a shrub was anywhere to be seen. About twelve 
miles below Schultz Lake we decided to camp. Tents 
were pitched, and within them our soaked and shivering 
party sought comfort. Little, however, was to be found, 
for the wind, which continued to increase in violence, 
drove the rain through our shelters, saturating the 
blankets and making us generally miserable. The 
morning brought no improvement, for the storm still 
continued. 
It was impossible to make a fire, supposing moss or 
other fuel could have been found, for they would have 
been saturated with water. A little alcohol still remain- 
ing, tea was boiled with it, and dried venison completed 
our menu. As those who have used it well know, this 
description of meat is not the most palatable. It is 
good strong, portable food, but may be better compared 
to sole leather than any article of diet. 
By the morning of the first of September the rain bald 
ceased and the pleads partially cleared away. The gale, 
however, still continued to blow so fiercely as to fre- 
quently whip clouds of spray off the surface of the 
river, so that we were quite unable to travel in canoes. 
On the following morning, the wind having fallen 
sufficiently, the canoes were again pushed into the cur- 
rent, and we glided down stream, in a south-easterly 
direction, at the rate of seven miles an hour. The 
channel was deep and about three hundred yards in 
width, while the banks, continuing to be bold and high, 
