There is a chain of little lakes—a necklace of lost jewels—lying inthe forest that clothes the blue Laurentian Mountains in the Provinceof Quebec.
Each of these hidden lakes has its own character and therefore its owncharm. One is bright and friendly, with wooded hills around it, andsilver beaches, and red berries of the rowan-tree fringing the shores.Another is sombre and lonely, set in a circle of dark firs andlarches, with sighing, trembling reeds along the bank. Another is onlya round bowl of crystal water, the colour of an aquamarine,transparent and joyful as the sudden smile on the face o