_Thursday, 10._–There was rain and violent wind during the night: in
the morning the former subsided and the latter increased. At half past
five we continued our course with a North-Westerly wind. At seven we
hoisted sail: in the forenoon there were frequent showers of rain and
hail, and in the afternoon two showers of snow: the wind was at this
time very strong, and at six in the evening we landed at a lodge of
Knisteneaux, consisting of three men and five women and children. They
were on their return from war, and one of them was very sick: they
separated from the rest of their party in the enemy’s country, from
absolute hunger. After this separation, they met with a family of the
hostile tribe, whom they destroyed. They were entirely ignorant of the
fate of their friends, but imagined that they had returned to the Peace
River, or had perished for want of food. I gave medicine to the
sick,[1] and a small portion of ammunition to the healthy; which,
indeed, they very much wanted, as they had entirely lived for the last
six months on the produce of their bows and arrows. They appeared to
have been great sufferers by their expedition.
