The story of Mary Schaffer-Warren and her crew on their adventure to find Maligne Lake based on a map drawn by her friend Samson. They returned to the lake later to map it out to prove its importance as part of the National Park.
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Started with a map from a memory defined
by a heart and a hunter and a culture
in decline
Now the time has come for the secret lake
to show itself to the Europeans' face
but it won't
be for man
to rediscover
They rode where Beaver and his people
went alone
to the valley that is hidden
where the wild beasts roam.
Over passes that the mountains raised
over hills through the valleys 'til at last they gazed
upon
the secret garden
of the legends
Oh Maligne
in my eyes
you're a mirror of the summer skies
will the silence
that they found here
be forgotten
Now the trees
speak of times
before the tourists
cast their lines
on the still
and lovely waters
of Chaba Imne.
Three years past 'til the park reclaimed its prize
when a man from the city made a call to the wise
With a log and a compass true
a raft in pieces
and a purpose and a clue
She set off with her party for the valley that she rediscovered
Oh Maligne
in my eyes
you're a mirror of the summer skies
will the silence
that they found here
be forgotten
Now the trees
speak of times
before the tourists
cast their lines
on the still
and lovely waters
of Chaba Imne.
They mapped out the shore and they named the place
from the hills of opal
to the towers of the rampart's face
With the work of the survey done
she returned to the city and they cast into the sun
all the thoughts
to leave the lake
beyond the borders
Oh Maligne
in my eyes
you're a mirror of the summer skies
will the silence
that they found here
be forgotten
Now the trees
speak of times
before the tourists
cast their lines
on the still
and lovely waters
of Chaba Imne