CHAPTER VII.
Down The Peace River.
We had now to descend the river, and our first night in the boats was a bad one.

A small but exceedingly diligent variety of mosquito attacked us unprepared; but no ordinary net could have kept them out, anyway.

It was a case of heroic endurance, for Beelzebub reigned.

The immediate bank of the river was now somewhat low in places, and along it ran a continuous wall, or layer, of sandstone of a uniform height.

The stream was vast, with many islands in its course, and whole forests of burnt timber were passed before we reached Battle River, 170 miles down, and which, on the 25th, we left behind us towards evening.