LAC EMMURAILLE 



Had a wounded moose not taken the 

 long slope to a mountain top, this little wa- 

 ter, like many another in the Laurentides 

 Park, might still be unknown and nameless. 

 A last bullet brought him to earth just 

 where the steep descent, heavily timbered 

 wherever slides of rock have spared it, 

 falls some hundreds of feet to the Walled 

 Lake. But the aptly descriptive name, 

 there and then bestowed by the pursuing 

 hunter, will hardly serve for identification 

 in a land where peculiarities of form or 

 setting, incidents of the chase, the grateful 

 recollection of some pancake or cherished 

 demijohn, again and again are thus com- 

 memorated. 



Easier access than by the moose's climb- 

 ing trail was soon discovered. Lac 

 Emmuraille may well have lain there soli- 

 tary since the last ice-age fashioned a bed 

 for it, but no more than ten minutes of easy 

 ascent through well-grown birches actually 

 divides it from a larger lake, along the fur- 

 ther shore of which passes the only road 

 through the mountains. 



Beside this untravelled highway, lives 

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