THE LAUEENTIDES PARK 



boulders. One such moraine I recall, 

 which runs for a mile, as level and 

 straight as a forty-foot railway embank- 

 ment through a land of muskeg and fal- 

 len timber, giving the only good footing 

 that is to be found on an old Indian 

 portage. 



The last of the Montagnais Indians 

 vanished from this place about twenty 

 years ago, but one finds here and there 

 traces of their camps and caches, and 

 may still follow, though with difficulty, 

 their winding, nearly obliterated trails. 

 If he is possessed by the demon of speed, 

 which ceases not to whisper " fas- 

 ter, faster" in our ears, he may be disap- 

 pointed to find that a full day's march 

 in this country only means such a dis- 

 tance as his motor, without police inter- 

 ference, would accomplish in a quarter 

 of an hour. Haply though he may be 

 able to appreciate the spirit of the old 

 Connaughtman's comment on the rac- 

 ing-cars whirling past the door of his 



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