io A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



Summer in Montreal, they say, is too hot for 

 anything but salamanders ; but now, in early 

 autumn, the temperature is perfect, the weather 

 exquisite. 



Mount Royal is thickly wooded, and just now 

 its woods are bright with colours which would 

 put to shame an English flower-garden. 



We wandered up it to-day, discovering a large 

 colony of beautiful little bungalows and cottages, 

 nestling among the woods from base to summit. 



The woodwork and roofs of these cottages are 

 painted in the most gorgeous colours ; but colour- 

 ing which would be offensive elsewhere is here 

 lost sight of in summer and autumn in the bril- 

 liance of the surrounding foliage, and in winter 

 stands out a pleasing relief from, and contrast to, 

 the white monotony of the snow. 



Most of the cottages are empty, and we met 

 scarcely a soul in the park. The Montrealers 

 are away in the big hotels of Saratoga, in the 

 cockneyfied sporting-grounds of the Adirondacks, 

 or more wisely in the seclusion of Nepigon and 

 her sister lakes. 



From the top of the Mount you get a fine 

 view of the rich flat country round the town, if 

 you are not too hot to enjoy it. And, indeed, it 

 was hot. At home we connect Canada in our 

 minds with blizzards and frost-bite, and here 



