On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara . is are the Seven Arches/ oneof which, forming a grand entrance fromthe sea, one hundred yards long, dividesinto two. Beyond the left-hand cave isanother, one hundred and twenty feet right-hand cave is again divided intofour beautiful caverns, through any oneof which a passage may be made to thebowlder strand, whence another arch leadstowards the north. We left Colonel Bartons and drove alongthe coast for a few miles to Doaghbeg,where we stopped to admire a magnif-icent sea-arch called Brown George/ themost remarkable natural fea
On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara . is are the Seven Arches/ oneof which, forming a grand entrance fromthe sea, one hundred yards long, dividesinto two. Beyond the left-hand cave isanother, one hundred and twenty feet right-hand cave is again divided intofour beautiful caverns, through any oneof which a passage may be made to thebowlder strand, whence another arch leadstowards the north. We left Colonel Bartons and drove alongthe coast for a few miles to Doaghbeg,where we stopped to admire a magnif-icent sea-arch called Brown George/ themost remarkable natural feature, perhaps,on the whole coast of Lough is a very primitive, native villageand is the capital of the district calledFanet (sometimes Fanad). This was thebirthplace of the Honorable P. C. Boyle,who has made his mark in driving brought us to Fanet Head,one of the most northerly points in Ireland,on which is erected a large light-house,one hundred and twenty-seven feet abovehigh-water. This has a group of occulting16. PORT SALON TO DUNFANAGHY lights showing white to seaward and redtowards land. After inspecting the light-house, we took our last look at Lough S wil-ly, that lake of shadows with its marvel-lous scenic splendor, almost unrivalled alsoas a safe and deep harbor. I have seen theBritish fleet manoeuvered in its confines,and it could easily anchor every man-of-war in commission to-day, giving themall enough cable to swing clear of one an-other on the tide. We coasted the Atlantic for a few miles,and then turned into the hills that sur-round Mulroy Bay, which soon came intosight. When we reached the shore a coun-cil of war was held, and it was decided tosave some twenty miles of driving up roundthe head of the bay, by crossing, if possible,at the lower end; so a broad, heavy, butunseaworthy boat was chartered, and wetook Bob, the horse, out of the car androlled the latter into the stern of our marinetransport. It was no easy task to g
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