Laughing Waters 

 Rock Lake 



* Algonquin Days 



Frank Morris 



Peterborough, Ontario 



To have tramped the English Lake District with its bare 

 heaths and hills and open roads is no small pleasure in a man's 

 life, but nothing to the thrill of entering for the first time a region 

 of unbroken forest such as lies north of us in the Province of 

 Ontario; and what if you found the two together, a network of a 

 thousand lakes lying in the heart of the forest ? That is Algonquin 

 Park; take flight on the wings of fancy to such a place, and 

 settle on a certain wooded island of one of its lakes; you will be 

 with me in spirit and the better able to share what I wish to 

 communicate, the impression of five or six weeks at a stretch, 

 spent under canvas there, every summer for nearly a decade. 



Almost the first thing we noticed about camping in Algonquin 

 was how quickly our tent and its inmates, catching tone and 

 colour of the woods, seemed to melt into the wild life about them. 



♦Read befoie the Entomological Society of Ameiica in session with the Entomological Socie- 

 ty of Ontaiio at the Toronto meeting of the A. A. A. S. 



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