THE LAURENTIDES PARK 



forming the heart of the Park. A very 

 breeding-ground of streams this is, and 

 a good walker may visit the birth-places 

 of half their number in a day's tramp. 

 His way for the most part will lie ankle- 

 deep through saturated moss, intersect- 

 ed in all directions by game trails, where 

 the stoutest boot or moccasin that the 

 wit of man has devised will fail to 

 exclude the universal element. Here, 

 in their infancy, rivers run north which 

 ultimately turn and flow into the St. 

 Lawrence, and others flow south whose 

 waters, at the last, Lake St. John will 

 receive. Only a few yards and no great 

 elevation divide streams that are to be 

 a hundred miles apart when the great 

 river takes them to itself, nor is there 

 any man who knows what fortunes be- 

 fall them through the whole course of 

 their short but stormy lives. Though 

 the assertion may appear to be almost 

 ridiculous, there is work for the ex- 

 plorer in this region. Blank spaces on 

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