Rod and gun . hotel affords, eaten at leastthirtv-Sijven varieties of canned vege-tables, and been bitten by a member of 276 ROD AND GUX IN CANADA every sect of the tribe of mosquito. Weare known of Nova Scotia and everjboarding-house in Muskoka, while almostevery possible, and impossible locationon the River St. Lawrence has heard thebeat of our retreating footsteps. The trouble is we want too much fortoo little! said the poet, reiterating mythought. Were just busy people—notmillionaires. We cannot afTord long,blue tickets or five-dollar-a-day hotels,and yet we want a complete change, re- bef
Rod and gun . hotel affords, eaten at leastthirtv-Sijven varieties of canned vege-tables, and been bitten by a member of 276 ROD AND GUX IN CANADA every sect of the tribe of mosquito. Weare known of Nova Scotia and everjboarding-house in Muskoka, while almostevery possible, and impossible locationon the River St. Lawrence has heard thebeat of our retreating footsteps. The trouble is we want too much fortoo little! said the poet, reiterating mythought. Were just busy people—notmillionaires. We cannot afTord long,blue tickets or five-dollar-a-day hotels,and yet we want a complete change, re- before. W here no one has ever beenthat I have ever heard of, but which, ac-cording to the literature 1 have read con-cerning it, promises fishing now, andhunting to come, and a decent lodgein the wilderness, at reasonable pricestoo. What we want is inexpensivenovelty. Let us try a trip up tliis newriver; it is not over populated, I us make one more experiment, andgo away north. So we got awav rrom Echo Rock, Lake Cecebe Highlands of Ontario, Grand Grand Trunk Railway System. laxation, and pleasant society; for a fewshillings. We want too much! To bequite candid I dont think we shall get itall, or even half of it. The lure of Terra Incognita musedthe chaperone. The unknown ! The unknown ! echoedthe poet, and then, slovvh-; that re-minds me of the rumor of a river, awayup north, or rather just north of Hunts-ville, Ontario, where weve never been We left Muskoka wharf, Huntsville,and the Lake-of-Bays district far behind,we saw Scotia Junction, which connectsfor Algonquin Park, fade into the dis-tance, and after a while we arrived atthe busy station of Burks Falls, wherethe waterfall roars, and the sun-darkfaces of Indians, and campers, andwoodsmen are to be seen busy makingup supplies. Here a crazy stage tookus a half a mile to the Dock where a UP THE MAGNETAWAN 277 tiny steamer lay, and then be^an a won-derful journey down a veritable river ofdreams. The name, M
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