The whole sky streamed with rich colouring in the fierce wind, as if possessed at once by the genii of beauty and storm.

The boatmen, noting its aspect, predicted worse weather; but, fortunately, morning belied the omens--our trials were over.
We were now nearing Shaw's Point, a long willowed spit of land, called after a whimsical old chief-factor of the Hudson's Bay Company who had charge of this district over sixty years before.
He appears to have been a man of many eccentricities, one of which was the cultivation _a la Chinois_ of a very long finger-nail, which he used as a spoon to eat his egg.

But of him anon.

By four p.m.we had rounded his Point, and come into view of Wyaweekamon--"The Outlet"-- a rudimentary street with several trading stores, a billiard saloon and other accessories of a brand-new village in a very old wilderness.
Here we were at the treaty point at last, safe and sound, with new interests and excitements before us; with wild man instead of wild weather to encounter; with discords to harmonize and suspicions to allay by human kindness, perhaps by human firmness, but mainly by the just and generous terms proffered by Government to an isolated but highly interesting and deserving people..