Next morning we reached Wolverine Point, a dismal hamlet of six or seven cabins, with a graveyard in their midst.

The majority of the half-breeds of the locality had collected here, the others being out hunting.
This is a good farming country.

Eighteen miles north-west of Paddle River there is a prairie, we were told, of rich black soil, twenty-five miles long and from one to five miles wide, and another south-west of Wolverine, about nine miles in diameter and thirty-six in circumference--clean prairie and good soil, and covered with luxuriant grass and pea-vine.

The latter, I think, is watered by a stream called "The Keg," or "Keg of Rum." Wolverine is also a region of heavy spruce timber, and fish are abundant in the various streams which join the Peace River, though not in the Peace itself.
We were now approaching Vermilion, the banks of the river constantly decreasing in height as we descended, until they became quite low.
Beneath a waning moon in the south, and an exquisite array of gold and scarlet clouds in the east, which dyed the whole river a delicate red, we floated down to the hamlet of Vermilion.

The place proved to be a rather extensive settlement, with yellow wheat-fields and much cattle, for it is a fine hay country.