_Friday, 14._–At a quarter before four this morning, we returned to
our canoe, and went about two miles up the river of the mountains. Fire
was in the ground on each side of it. In traversing, I took soundings,
and found five, four and an half, and three and an half fathoms water.
Its stream was very muddy, and formed a cloudy streak along the water of
the great river, on the West side to the Eastern rapid, where the waters
of the two rivers at length blend in one. It was impossible not to
consider it as an extraordinary circumstance, that the current of the
former river should not incorporate with that of the latter, but flow,
as it were, in distinct streams at so great a distance, and till the
contracted state of the channel unites them. We passed several
encampments of the natives, and a river which flowed in from the North,
that had the appearance of being navigable. We concluded our voyage of
this day at half past five in the afternoon. There were plenty of
berries, which my people called _poires:_ they are of a purple hue,
somewhat bigger than a pea, and of a luscious taste; there were also
gooseberries, and a few strawberries.
