THE NORTHERN LAKES. 



of a quiet lakelet that one seems suspended or floating over an 

 enchanted forest. 



The more one rambles over these forest clad hills, along the 

 margins of quiet secluded waters — the silvery lakes and rippling 

 streams — clothed with luxuriant verdure, bedecked by glistening 

 rays of sunlight and gladdened by the music of soft zephyrs 

 struggling through the bush, the more one lingers, wanders, 

 dreams as it were, the more he is impressed with the grandeur of 

 nature. When this heaven-born inspiration becomes thoroughly 

 infused into our hearts, our very beings, how can we but say 

 " There is beauty everywhere." 



Never for a moment can we think of saying " good-bye" to these 

 most charming of all "Summer Homes." Perhaps it is our inor- 

 dinate love of nature and nature's ways; perhaps it is the effect of 

 the exhilerating atmosphere ; and it is barely possible that the deli- 

 cious trout and the game upon which we have been feeding these 

 many days have engendered an extra abundance of enthusiasm re- 

 garding this the "Sportsman's Paradise.'' 



No; we can never say good-bye. We depart only, and that with 

 a full determination to come again; and as the train whirls us away 

 over the "Divide" and through the valley, our eyes unconsciously 

 wander back to the happy scenes of yesterday. 



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