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dead, killed by their treachery. Once in a hundred years, perhaps, 

 one man, and he by accident, is killed by the falling of a tree 

 some poor dead tree that could not stand one instant longer, nor 

 help from falling just then and there. Aye, the dear woods that 

 kill no one, but rather warn you to keep out of their depths, near 

 their bright margins, where the sun shines, flowers bloom, and 

 open spaces are ; the woods that cool you so with their stored cool- 

 ness ; rest you so with their untaxed restfulness ; that never moan 

 of nights because they have killed any one, but rather because any 

 one, for any cause, must be killed, the world over. Yes, yes. 

 John was right. There will be ' no sea there ' !" 



It will be gratifying intelligence to every angler 

 and other sportsmen, and to every lover of trees and 

 forests, to know that the legislature of the Province 

 of Quebec, at its session which ended in January, 1895, 

 passed an act establishing a great public park and 

 forestry reserve in the centre of the territory lying 

 between Quebec,. Lake St. John, the railway connect- 

 ing the two and the river Saguenay. It comprises 

 no less than 2531 square miles, or 1,619,640 acres. 

 The scheme is due to the initiative of the Hon. E. J. 

 Flynn, Commissioner of Crown Lands of the Prov- 

 ince of Quebec, and is a practical illustration, says the 

 Quebec Chronicle, of that honorable gentleman's be- 

 lief " in the duty that devolves upon us of passing 

 down to posterity, unimpaired, at least a portion of 

 the forest domain which has come down to us from 

 those who preceded us, together with its inhabitants, 

 whether of fur, fin, or feather." The waters in this 

 new park swarm with the largest, gamest, and most 

 brilliantly colored of brook and lake trout, but none 

 of them are stocked with ouananiche. It ought to 

 be a simple matter to transplant some of the splen- 



