On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara . s on a carte dejour, he would not be left long in Galway,but would find his opportunity in theirdramatic temple on Broadway. ARAN ISLANDS THE Aran Isles lie out in the Atlantic,some twenty-nine miles from shore, beingvisited by a small steamer twice a took passage on the Duras with one morning soon after our ar-rival. All kinds of people and a greatvariety of cargo were on board. We stoodout to sea steadily, and in a few hoursreached what is known as the South we dropped anchor about five hun-dred yards from
On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara . s on a carte dejour, he would not be left long in Galway,but would find his opportunity in theirdramatic temple on Broadway. ARAN ISLANDS THE Aran Isles lie out in the Atlantic,some twenty-nine miles from shore, beingvisited by a small steamer twice a took passage on the Duras with one morning soon after our ar-rival. All kinds of people and a greatvariety of cargo were on board. We stoodout to sea steadily, and in a few hoursreached what is known as the South we dropped anchor about five hun-dred yards from shore and commencedunloading our cargo into the sea, to betaken care of by a great crowd of curraghswhich swarmed about the ship. (In ex-planation it may be stated that the cur-ragh is a great institution: it is a lightlyframed, skeleton boat covered with rawcowhide or canvas and thoroughly tarred,in which the skilled native can go any-where in all weathers. It is universallyused on the coast from Donegal to Con-nemara.) Boards were tossed into the106. ARAN ISLANDS sea, which were quickly gathered togetherby the curragh-men, bound with ropes,and towed ashore. We had a drove ofpigs on board, and their feet were tiedtogether with ropes, the four in a bunch,and the animals piled up in the curraghstill the boats would hold no more; thenthey were taken near the shore, liberated,and allowed to swim to land squealing and grunting was likean untrained Wagnerian band. Therewas a cow on board, and she was pushedfrom the gangway by main strength,plunging headlong into the waves; therewas a short pause, when she reappeared,swam ashore, shook herself, and uncon-cernedly began eating grass, none theworse for her bath. Mr. Walker took asnap-shot of her, reaching land. (Weare also indebted to this fine photographerfor the many excellent views he took forus in this locality and on the mainland.)Then there were all sorts of other thingspiled into the curraghs, and, lastly, weto
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