On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara . thatched roofs be-ing secured against the winter storms byropes on which were hung large stonesabout the size of watermelons. Theserows of stones swayed in the wind andproduced a curious effect while in car stopped at the foot-hills, wherethe road changed into a path, and waitedunder a shed for our return in the even-ing. On alighting we were delightedto hear the sweet, familiar song of a pairof larks that soared up under the clear,blue sky so far above our heads that theyseemed mere specks which we could see butindistinctly.
On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara . thatched roofs be-ing secured against the winter storms byropes on which were hung large stonesabout the size of watermelons. Theserows of stones swayed in the wind andproduced a curious effect while in car stopped at the foot-hills, wherethe road changed into a path, and waitedunder a shed for our return in the even-ing. On alighting we were delightedto hear the sweet, familiar song of a pairof larks that soared up under the clear,blue sky so far above our heads that theyseemed mere specks which we could see butindistinctly. It was many years since wehad seen and heard the Irish lark in itsnative element, and we listened to the noteswith keen, reminiscent pleasure. Here we hired two gillies to help us inclimbing Achill Head, which is quite ahigh mountain. We climbed up a steeptrack for about three miles, and were con-gratulating ourselves upon our progress,when, on rounding the hip of the hill,we discovered that we should have to de-scend again to sea-level at Keem Bay, 84. ACHILL ISLAND in order to commence the real ordeal. Itwas easy work going down, and we soonreached the bay. This is a beautifulspot, an indenture in the headland, witha firm, yellow strand at the head, andperpendicular, rocky bluffs on its large boats were salmon - fishing,and from the many places where we restedon our long climb up the mountain wesaw them tacking back and forth all day. Near the shore we visited the house andstore of Captain Boycott, both in is the gentleman who gave us a newword for our vocabulary. Notwithstandinghis fate, he had many warm friends amongthe peasantry. We started climbing again by follow-ing the bed of a brawling stream, andadhered to it until it turned into a Irish mountains are formed by aseries of benches, and our plan was toclimb briskly till we reached a bench andthere make a recovery for the next as-sault. As we rose in the air we felt ourclothing becomi
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