A FISHERMAN'S PARADISE 



Quebec, of which he was a member, in very attrac- 

 tive terms, and I carelessly asked him to get me a 

 share when the chance should occur. Six months 

 later a telegram arrived reading, "Can get share for 

 three hundred. Do you want it?" This was an- 

 swered "Yes. Check mailed today," and the certifi- 

 cate arrived in due course. That August I made my 

 first journey to the promised land, have been there 

 three times since, and what it proved to be is de- 

 scribed hereafter. 



That part of the Province of Quebec lying east 

 of Montreal is a narrow strip of cultivated country 

 along the St. Lawrence river, averaging perhaps 

 twenty-five miles in width, and bordered on the north 

 by a wild region, heavily forested and full of lakes 

 and streams, the natural home of the Salmonidae 

 and the moose. This wilderness is nearly all owned 

 by the Province, which leases the lumbering rights 

 under very strict regulations, and also the exclusive 

 shooting and fishing rights at a reasonable annual 

 rental. This policy provides a considerable revenue 

 from the wild lands, while preserving the forests and 

 the fish and game, as the laws regulating how much 

 may be taken are rigid and strictly enforced. It has 

 encouraged the formation of clubs, who purchase 

 outright sites for their camps, erect buildings, con- 

 nect the lakes and rivers by portages, lease their other 

 grounds from the government, vary from the very 

 ornate and costly to those of extreme simplicity, and 

 control from a few square miles to several hundreds. 



