1944-1945 Year Book - the Gatineau Valley Historical Society
1944-1945 Year Book - the Gatineau Valley Historical Society
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