AMONG THE ISLANDS OF GEORGIAN BAY. 
MAY 
One pleasant July day we left Toronto 
at noon, starting Northward toward the al- 
luring shores of Georgian bay. The rail- 
road ride was not tedious, but it was a re- 
lief to reach Penetang, embark on the 
steamer “City of Toronto,” and start off 
comfortably in the cool breezes of a sum- 
mer afternoon, past log booms and rafts, 
dainty sailing craft. picturesquely ugly 
dredges and tugs, to the wilderness beyond. 
BRAGDON., 
Yankanucks from Pittsburg, flying both 
flags, and a cozy looking point in the early 
lamplight called Sans Souci. 
It was starlight when we reached Rose 
Point and Parry Sound, the little metropo- 
lis of the Thirty Thousand islands. There 
we spent the night, and early in the morn- 
ing, as the “City of Toronto” backed si- 
lently away, we heard the distant whistle of 
“Britannic, ’ 
the which came to take us 

BY COURTESY OF TRE GRAND TRUNK RAILWAY, 
GEORGIAN BAY DISTRICT. 
It was an afternoon and evening of delights 
sailing among wild little wind-tossed is- 
lands, lagoons like those of the South seas, 
breakers and rollers sometimes, and smooth 
land-locked harbors, with the signs of 
habitation few and far between, but charm- 
ing. We passed a University club settle- 
ment at Go-Home bay, a pleasant club of 
still farther into that unknown Northland. 
Soon we reached the open. Gulls circled 
around and raced our ship; barges towed 
by sturdy tugs, loaded schooners and 
steamers, showed that we were in one of 
the highways of the lakes. The fresh, 
strong breeze and the sparkling sunshine 
were intoxicating. As we came in among 

GO-HOME BAY AND-CHANNE 
L. 
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BY COURTESY OF | HE GRAND TRUNK RAILWAY, 
GEORGIAN BAY DISTRICT. 
