Subject to the incidents and interruptions of every day, which follow humanity, it seems to them a continual picnic.
But how different was the fate of the worn-out Selkirk Colonists.

The memory of a wretched sea voyage, of a long and dreary winter at Nelson Encampment, and of a fifty-five days' journey of constant hardship along the fur traders' route were impressed upon their minds.

The thought of fierce rivers and the dangers of portage and cascade still haunted them, and now everything on the banks of Red River was strange.

On their arrival the flowers were blooming, but they were prairie flowers, and unknown to them.

The small Colony houses which they were to occupy would be uncomfortable.