THE WING-FOOTED 



it, Pommereau adds, "et il ne faut pas 

 le laisser loose." 



The programme is indeed carried out. 

 The great brindled beast is made fast to 

 a comfortably stout post, whence he re- 

 gards us with bloodshot eye and twitch- 

 ing jowl. Sorrowing as it seems that a 

 disposition should be so perverted, in a 

 tone judicial and devoid of anger, Pom- 

 mereau addresses the poor ugly creature 

 who counts all mankind his enemy, 

 "A a ~h, mon cr r riminel!" 



Here then are we at the Petit Lac 

 Malbaie, but do not be too sure of the 

 spot, for at least three other lakes also 

 bear the name. Soon shall be revealed 

 to us the truth about the stranger fish 

 that first made this their home some 

 hundreds of thousands of years ago, 

 when the last glacier that graved these 

 hill-tops and delved these hollows dis- 

 appeared, and the Laurentians were 

 two thousand feet lower than they are 

 to-day. What impertinence for the par- 



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