. Season of 1890. Summer resorts reached by the Grank Trunk railway and its connections including Niagara Falls, Parry Sound, Georgian Bay, Muskoka Lakes, Lake Simcoe and Couchiching, MacKinac Island, Midland District Lakes, the Thousand Islands, rapids of the St. Lawrence River, the White Mountains, Montreal, Quebec, the Saguenay river, Rangeley Lakes, and the sea-shore . he channel descending 150 feet in nine miles. Clear Lake,where the overflow of the whole lake chain is gathered into a crys-tal funnel, is next entered, and junction made with Stony Lake,which owes its wild beauty to the Lau
. Season of 1890. Summer resorts reached by the Grank Trunk railway and its connections including Niagara Falls, Parry Sound, Georgian Bay, Muskoka Lakes, Lake Simcoe and Couchiching, MacKinac Island, Midland District Lakes, the Thousand Islands, rapids of the St. Lawrence River, the White Mountains, Montreal, Quebec, the Saguenay river, Rangeley Lakes, and the sea-shore . he channel descending 150 feet in nine miles. Clear Lake,where the overflow of the whole lake chain is gathered into a crys-tal funnel, is next entered, and junction made with Stony Lake,which owes its wild beauty to the Laurentian formation, whichoften abruptly closes the vista with beetling crags of red or graygneiss, and which here formed the islands, which, in the years THE MIDLAND LAKES. 55 above alluded to, were whitened by the tents of the Canoe Associa-tion. Birdie Falls, Love-Sick Lake, Fairy Lake, are all a continu-ation of this water system, and offer the canoeist an uninterruptedcourse of some 500 miles through a variety of scenery, which theworld can nowhere excel for natural and picturesque beauty. If you seek to know how the time of the members of this Asso-ciation was passed, Emerson can well answer:— Ask you, how went the hours? All day we swept the lake, searched every cove,North from Camp Maple, south to Osprey Bay,Watching when the loud dogs should drive in deer;. WATCHING FOR DEER. Or whipping its rough surface for a trout;Or bathers, diving from the rock at noon;Challenging echo by our guns and cries;Or listening to the laughter of the loon;Or in the evening twilights latest red,Beholding the procession of the pines;Or, later yet, beneath a lighted jack,In the boats bows, a silent night-hunter,Stealing with paddle to the feeding groundsOf the red deer, to aim at a square to that muffled roar! A tree in the woodsIs fallen; but hush! it has not scared the buck,Who stands astonished at the meteor light,Then turns to bound away,—is it too late ? * By the Trent Valle
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