ing about three days. Long vistas of woodland extend on either side as the road to "Kedgee" rises little by little to the haunts of forest monarchs. If it is the season for moose-hunting, barn doors will be embellished with drying pelts; there will be groups on store steps adjudicating the merits of a pair of antlers lately "brought out" by a long-limbed guide and a "guest," and within the store a carcass of venison trussed to the beams. At the cross-ways beyond, the motor swerves to avoid collision with a wagon-load of tackle and provisions, and chauffeur and oxman pull up for a moment's gossip as to the party going "in."
For nine miles the road runs through the deep woods without passing a habitation. Then rough farms appear amid fields of stumpage, succeeded by a little realm of cultivated orchards and flowering lawns, a transformation confusing enough after the wilderness just traversed, and the still denser woods waiting to engulf the car. To the left there are fleeting glints of blue where the lake chain uncoils. A dark green way finally stops at a landing on the Maitland River. Here the automobile is exchanged for the Island Scout, with "Locky" at the helm. The pilot guides the launch between low tufted banks to the Kejimikujik of the Micmacs. As the channel follows among fields of lily pads, the lake is more and more disclosed to sight. Beyond are islands round as
