THE LAURENTIDES PARK 



paradise, no easy canoe-route offers, but 

 he whc would enter must win his way 

 thither in the manner of his fathers, 

 and so may it be to the end of time. 



The dead-waters in the upper reaches 

 of the rivers are sometimes navigable, 

 and the lakes that lie in one's path give 

 a few welcome miles of paddling, nor 

 should it be understood that all of the 

 walking is bad. Here and there are 

 stretches of dry, moss-covered barren 

 where the foot falls soft and silently, 

 with scarcely bush, stone, or tree com- 

 pelling one to step aside, or slacken the 

 round three miles an hour. 



The Grand Jardin des Ours, perhaps 

 the largest and certainly the best known 

 of these barrens, is hardly less than a 

 hundred square miles in extent, and 

 when the ice takes in early November 

 the caribou make it their great rallying- 

 ground, attracted thither by the moss 

 upon which they subsist in the winter 

 time. Even within the last few years 



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