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Round and about these lakes the line turns, 

 skirting their shores, which may teem with game, 

 but certainly are very scantily peopled by man. 



For 300 miles from Cartier to Heron Bay, 

 the forests belong to the deer, the lakes to the 

 fish alone. Man has hardly yet explored this 

 section of country, unless it be some wandering 

 redskin or daring white hunter. 



What a land this is for an angler ! All along 

 the line lie tiny lakes like gems among the timber. 

 On half of them probably no birch-bark canoe has 

 ever floated no fly ever been thrown. There is 

 always a mystery and romance about fishing new 

 water, you are so uncertain as to what the 

 shadowy bays among the weeds may contain. 

 But here all the charm is doubled. If we could 

 have done it, my husband and I would dearly 

 have liked to stay at one of these pools, and 

 match the supple strength of an ' Ogden ' against 

 the rush of the monsters which dwell in the 

 shadow of those pines. 



Several times during the journey good ' takes ' 

 of fish Were put on board the train by men who 

 make a business of supplying the dining-cars. 

 The trout they offered for sale ran from three to 

 twelve pounds, and were excellent eating. 



Among these Canadian lakes you cannot help 

 feeling that it is not far to the Arctic regions of 



