Others played a peculiar game of cards called Natwawaquawin, or "Marriage," the loser's penalty being droll, but unmentionable.

These amusements, which often spun out till morning, were broken up by another rattling storm, which lasted all night and all the next day.
We had lost all count of storms by this time, and were stolidly resigned.

The day following, however, the wind was fresh and fair, and we made great headway, reaching the mouth of Swan River--Naposeo Sepe--about mid-day.
This stream is almost choked at its discharge by a conglomeration of slimy roots, weeds and floatwood, and the banks are "a melancholy waste of putrid marshes." It is a forbidding entrance to a river which, farther up, waters a good farming country, including coal in abundance.
The wind being strong and fair, we spun along at a great rate, and expected to reach the treaty point before dark, reckoning, as usual, without our host.

The wind suddenly wheeled to the south-west, and a dangerous squall sprang up, which forced us to run back for shelter fully five miles.

There was barely time to camp before the gale became furious, raging all night, and throwing down tents like nine-pins.