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reached by canoe from the Lake of Bays, 

 where over 1,000,000 acres of the Crown 

 domain have been set apart in perpetuity 

 as a forest, game and fish preserve. Al- 

 ready it has proved a sanctuary for wild 

 life ; and moose, deer, beaver and other 

 game and fur-bearing animals are rapidly 

 increasing. The park is one of the most 

 remarkable regions of lake and stream, 

 primeval forest and rock to be found in the 

 Dominion. Over 1,000 beautiful lakes are 



angler as well as the hunter are being con- 

 served. From Muskoka Wharf to Lake 

 Nipissing on the North; from the Georgian 

 bay to Algonquin park on the East, it is the 

 unfolding of a matchless panorama, now 

 of massive rocks, now of mighty reser- 

 voirs holding the climatic, forest and ani- 

 mal life of a great territory in their depths, 

 now of tree crowned hills lapped by the 

 waves of an inland sea. He who has the 

 hunter eye may catch a glimpse of a deer, 



BRUCE LAKE. 



within its boundaries, reminders of Lomond 

 and Katrine, Windermere and Killarney, 

 and even of Como in their setting of tree 

 and rocks. The shores of the great Ope- 

 ongo lake, the largest in the reservation, 

 are the ancient burial place of the Algon- 

 quin Indians, who once held all the sur- 

 rounding country in their own right. The 

 park rangers are opening up a series of 

 canoe routes and erecting shelters at dif- 

 ferent points. This extensive retreat, 

 coupled with the admittedly excellent game 

 laws of Ontario, is maintaining all the 

 Northern areas as a perpetual realm for 

 the sportsman. No less rich are the lakes 

 in fish life, and thus the interests of the 



unconscious of the nearness of man, as it 

 emerges from a woodland depth and drinks 

 of the sweet waters. On this journey 

 through Natureland, precipitous cliffs send 

 back the human voice with startling mock- 

 ery, while they form a barrier that diverts 

 yonder tributary to another channel. 

 Indian portages tell the pathetic story of 

 the red man's supremacy in the years that 

 will never return. Thus a primeval wilder- 

 ness of rarest natural charm, a lovely lake- 

 land beyond the scope of men-made words 

 to describe, a great family of rivers hurry- 

 ing to their rendezvous, an asylum for ani- 

 mal and fish life, exist in the untrodden 

 playground of Ontario's wide Northland. 



Clara — What an easy going person that 

 Mr. Littlebrayne is. 



Agnes — Easy going? I never found him 

 so. It's always the hardest kind of work 

 for me to get him to go before midnight. — 

 Chicago Record-Herald. 



