The stillness was so great that even the twittering of the whiskey-johneesh, or cinereous crow caused us to start.
Our voyage today was sixteen miles on a South-West course.
September 14.
We had much rain during the night and also in the morning, which detained us in our encampment later than usual.

We set out as soon as the weather cleared up and in a short time arrived at the head of Steel River where it is formed by the junction of Fox and Hill Rivers.

These two rivers are nearly of equal width but the latter is the most rapid.

Mr.McDonald, on his way to Red River in a small canoe manned by two Indians, overtook us at this place.

It may be mentioned as a proof of the dexterity of the Indians and the skill with which they steal upon their game that they had on the preceding day, with no other arms than a hatchet, killed two deer, a hawk, a curlew, and a sturgeon.