The trail lay along and up and down the immense bank of the river, debouching at one place at the site of old Fort McLeod, and passing the fine St.
Germain farm, with as beautiful fields of yellowing wheat as one would wish to see.
Here we got an abundant supply of vegetables, and in this ride our first taste of the Peace River mosquito--or, rather, that animal got its first taste of us.

It is needless to dwell upon this pest.
Like the fleas in Italy, it has been overdone in description, and yet beggars it.
All along the trail were old buffalo paths and willows.

Indeed, we saw them everywhere we went on land, showing how numerous those animals were in times past.

In 1793 Sir Alexander Mackenzie describes them as grazing in great numbers along these very banks, the calves frisking about their dams, and moose and red deer were equally numerous.

In 1828 Sir George Simpson made a canoe journey to the Coast by way of this river, and they were still very numerous.