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1944-1945 Year Book - the Gatineau Valley Historical Society

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72<br />

GIFTS<br />

COSTUME<br />

JEWELRY<br />

LINEN<br />

CHINA WARE<br />

·--·<br />

SILK<br />

......<br />

CLOISONNE<br />

EMBROIDERIES<br />

&<br />

CARViNGS<br />

GIFTS THAT ARE<br />

FROM THE FAR EAST<br />

BROUGHT NEAR<br />

·--·<br />

TO YOU<br />

at<br />

167 Sparks St.<br />

CHINESE GIFT SHOP<br />

Ottawa Ski Club <strong>Year</strong> <strong>Book</strong> <strong>1944</strong>-45<br />

Major Hancock (British Army,<br />

· retired) and his good wife.<br />

Even had I been unfamiliar<br />

with <strong>the</strong> terrain, I could have<br />

easily found <strong>the</strong> lodge, for <strong>the</strong><br />

air was filled with <strong>the</strong> grating<br />

of saws and <strong>the</strong> piercing ring of<br />

hammers. Parking my bike, I<br />

followed <strong>the</strong> path to <strong>the</strong> lodge.<br />

Bill and six of his disciples were<br />

. working with a speed that would<br />

have shocked <strong>the</strong> local union<br />

officials; <strong>the</strong>y wore only bathing<br />

trunks or shorts and running<br />

shoes, and were as brown as<br />

Indians. ·<br />

Being afraid that Bill would<br />

hand me a saw or a hammer (to<br />

which instruments I am distinctly<br />

.allergic), I left .<strong>the</strong> lodge<br />

and proceeded down <strong>the</strong> valley,<br />

where <strong>the</strong> pine-and-juniper<br />

scented air gave way to <strong>the</strong> dank<br />

smell of ferns and bracken .<br />

Suddenly <strong>the</strong> trees parted<br />

and I had my first view of Pink<br />

Lake in summer-time! It 'lay<br />

translucent in an amphi<strong>the</strong>atre<br />

of wooded hills and towering,<br />

precipitous cliffs of solid rock.<br />

The high bank of <strong>the</strong> opposite<br />

shore reared up majestically in<br />

<strong>the</strong> afternoon sun . . . in <strong>the</strong><br />

rocky wall <strong>the</strong> white trunks of<br />

<strong>the</strong> birches and poplars stood<br />

out vividly among <strong>the</strong> dark<br />

green of <strong>the</strong> pines and <strong>the</strong> lighter<br />

green of <strong>the</strong> cedars. The<br />

water was clear as crystal and<br />

<strong>the</strong> entire lake was ringed with<br />

low ledges of rock that in places<br />

were so smooth and sheer that<br />

<strong>the</strong>y looked like man-made, retaining<br />

walls of cement.<br />

When I got back to <strong>the</strong> lodge<br />

<strong>the</strong> boys had finished for <strong>the</strong><br />

afternoon and were preparing<br />

to go for a swim. One of <strong>the</strong>m<br />

lent me a pair of trunks, so I

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