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is the outlet of the Muskoka Lakes. The estuary is three miles wide and is usually filled with a boom of logs awaiting transportation. Three miles inland are the Moon River Falls, a torrential cascade dashing down a chute in the rocks, with a fall of over fifty feet.

The islands of this remarkable region are the boldest and finest of all the inland waters of the American continent. Those of Lake George are small but very enchanting. Those of the Lake of the Thousand Islands are of greater dimensions and of more varied configuration. The islands of the Muskoka Lakes are still bolder and more picturesque, but those of Georgian Bay are the grandest of all and possess every

fascinating feature of island scenery in their most impressive moods.

From Sans Souci to Penetang the journey is delightful. Islands swarm upon the water, creating an endless variety of vistas. There are islands that seem smitten with the calm of an eternal morning and there are others shaggy with the forest growth of ages, that seem like a thunderous roll of smoke blown far out to sea.

The vessel at times emerges from the islands and sails on the broad oceanlike expansion of Georgian Bay. In the west there is no land visible, nothing but a vast horizon of opaline water, the fit environment of the Canadian Hesperides.



WHITE tent pitched by a glassy lake,
Well under a shady tree,

Or by rippling rills from the grand old hills,
Is the summer home for me.

I fear no blaze of the noontide rays

For the woodland glades are mine, The fragrant air, and that perfume rareThe odour of forest pine

A cooling plunge at the break of day,
A paddle, a row or sail;

With always a fish for a midday dish,
And plenty of Adam's ale;

With rod or gun, or in hammock swung,
We glide through the pleasant days;
When darkness falls on our canvas walls,

We kindle the camp-fire's blaze.

From out of the gloom sails the silv'ry moon, O'er forests dark and still;

Now far, now near, ever sad and clear,

Comes the plaint of whip-poor-will;

With song and laugh, and with kindly chaff,
We startle the birds above;
Then rest tired heads on our cedar beds,
And dream of the ones we love.

-Hon. James D. Edgar.



By William B. Varley

"ONTARIO"-a pleasant prospect

of lakes and woodland, which the word in the Indian language implies-is aptly named. The instinct that makes the beauty of the lake, the sky, and the maple and pine grove thrill almost every human heart, was surely strong within the breast of that first red-man as, from some commanding headland, with shaded eye he gazed across the undulating landscape and pronounced its poetical name"Ontario." As it doubtless was then, the name is graphically descriptive today of this fair Province. But now the dense growth of forest in the southern section has to a great extent given place to the well-tilled field on the rolling upland, the rank, rich pasture of the river bottom, to the blossoming peach and apple orchards and the vine-clad slopes, all giving promise of bounteous harvest.

A land of lakes and rivers is this Ontario-rivers that have their source

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in the cool, northern forest, and flow, now swift, now peaceful, till they join those vast inland seas, Superior, Huron, Erie, Ontario, whose waters are in turn borne by the broad St. Lawrence to the ocean.

Of beauty and variety of scene, Ontario has much to entice the footsteps of the traveller; while the qualities of its pure northern air, make its climate invigorating and delightful.

The tourist starts as a rule with Niagara Falls, partly because of its celebrated beauties, and also because usually it lies directly in the path of travel. After viewing this attraction and the magnificent Niagara River, his course will probably be across Lake Ontario, a distance of 45 miles, to the city of Toronto, the Provincial capital. Toronto is a convenient centre, for from thence he may proceed East, West or North, as inclination directs.

The eastern route is preferably by boat along the north shore of Lake Ontario, past Port Hope, Trenton, Belleville, Picton, and Kingston, all pleasant summer resorts, to the River St. Lawrence. Here the famous archipelago

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It is to St. Anne, just above the Lachine rapids, that Moore refers in his beautiful "Canadian Boat Song:"

"Faintly as tolls the evening chime

Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

Soon as the woods on shore look dim,

We'll sing at St. Anne's our parting hymn.


per Ottawa River Broad

Row, brothers,
stream runs fast,

The Rapids are near and the
daylight's past."

The Ottawa is a majestic stream, one of the most beautiful of the Dominion, and the sail is truly delightful. Ottawa, the capital of the Dominion, is a


most attractive point. The magnificent Government buildings situated upon a high bluff overlooking the river, the Chaudiere Falls, the immense lumber business, are all extremely interesting features, and make a day spent rambling about the capital a very pleasing experience.

Nowhere in Ontario will there be found scenery more imposing than that of the Up

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and deep are its waters, fierce and strong its rapids, many and beautiful its islands, while its banks, high, precipitous and treecovered, vie at times with those of the famous Saguenay. This river forms a drainage basin for thousands of miles of virgin forest, and it seems to carry with it much of the power and grandeur of the great lone Northland where it has its source. The Ottawa is one of the great water highways of the lumbering industry, and many a sturdy monarch of the



forest is borne by it each year within the reach of civilization. Here the typical French-Canadian lumbermen will be met with, voyaging in their flat

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