On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara . here it shelves slightly,is strewn with bowlders and masses ofshattered rock, forming natural bulwarksagainst the advancing tide. From wherewe stood, the view seaward was, of course,boundless, the nearest land being Amer-ica. It is doubtful if such another pan-orama is unfolded from any other heightin the British Isles. Far out is the BlackRock, on which is a light - house two hun-dred and sixty-eight feet high, and tothe northward are North and South In-ishkea and Duvillaun. The Mullet pen-insula, Erris, and the ever-varying out-lines o
On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara . here it shelves slightly,is strewn with bowlders and masses ofshattered rock, forming natural bulwarksagainst the advancing tide. From wherewe stood, the view seaward was, of course,boundless, the nearest land being Amer-ica. It is doubtful if such another pan-orama is unfolded from any other heightin the British Isles. Far out is the BlackRock, on which is a light - house two hun-dred and sixty-eight feet high, and tothe northward are North and South In-ishkea and Duvillaun. The Mullet pen-insula, Erris, and the ever-varying out-lines of Blacksod Bay lie spread out likea map, and beyond Slievemore is a net-work of island and inlet, above whichthe splendid range of the Ballycroy Hillsforms a background. In the distance isNephin; far to the south rises the ruggedhead of Croagh Patrick and the moun-tains round Clew Bay; farther off arethe summits of the Twelve Pins; AchillBeg lies immediately below; beyond it,Clare Island, and farther south Inish-turk, Inishbofin, and Inishshark bound88. ACHILL ISLAND the horizon. Off the Mullet are numer-ous islands, of which the principal areInishkeeragh and Inishglora, where, ac-cording to some, the dead are subject tosuch extraordinary and preserving in-fluences that their nails and hair growas in life, so that their descendants tothe tenth generation can come and withpious care pare the one and clip theother. The eagle still haunts thesecliffs, and the wild goat feeds almostsecure in his last haunts on these isl-ands. It was growing late, and, as we had fivemiles of walking before us, we retracedour steps down the mountain to KeemBay. The trials of that descent havenot been written in sand—they will neverbe forgotten. In our exhausted condi-tion we reeled and staggered from hum-mock to hummock, floundered through thesoggy bog like a pair of stranded seals,sat down in the heather for a few gaspsof breath when we could go on no guyed each other, guyed the EmeraldI
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