We seemed approaching the very spot where we were to disembark.

We could distinguish the officers and a lady on the bank waiting to receive us.

Now we were turning our backs on them, and shooting out into the prairie again.

Anon we approached another bank, on which was a range of comfortable-looking log houses.

"That's the Agency," said my husband; "the largest house belongs to Paquette, the interpreter, and the others are the dwellings of our Frenchmen.