Identifier: onirishjauntingc00bayn (find matches)
Title: On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Bayne, Samuel G. (Samuel Gamble), 1844-1924
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Publisher: New York, London, Harper
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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doing so we noticedthat the captain held his leg in a veryconstrained position. We asked him ifit was stiff, or if he was troubled withrheumatism. No; to tell your honorthe truth, theres a hole in the boat, anIm jist kapin me heel in it to save herfrom sinkin. After landing we drove to Delphi to seeits lake and woods; then on to LoughDhu, a long sheet of water from the banksof which the mountains rise to a heightof twenty-five hundred feet. Delphi isone of the loveliest spots in Connemara,but we can hardly go as far as the en-thusiastic Englishman who wrote: Itmay be safely said that if Connemaracontained no other beauty, Delphi alonewould be worth the journey from Lon-don, for the sake of the mountain scenery.Delphi House formerly belonged to theMarquis of Sligo, and at one time helived there. We returned by drivinground the head of the bay, with a horsethat would have retarded a funeral pro-cession. Within a mile of the hotel there72 HS JO d o% CO r o oo£d M Sw COH CO -3 o Pd OO a
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LEENANE TO RECESS is a double echo, which we tested by loudwhistling on our fingers. After crossingthe bay, the echo came back to us withgreat strength, striking our side of themountain again and thus making a sec-ond echo. On the morning before we left, I lay inbed half asleep, and, as the bedroomsin the west of Ireland rarely have anylocks on their doors, our confidentialboots stole quietly into the room and,looking at me, soliloquized in a tendertone, suggestive of a tip if I should hearhim: Sure, his honor is slapin loikea baby, an twould be nothin short ofa crime to wake him up this wet morn-in; I havent the heart to do it. Andhe walked out of the room with his eyeon the future. The following day we took in theKillaries, as they are called. This is along arm of the sea, surrounded by high,bold mountains, clothed with very greenverdure to their tops. It is a wonder-ful fiord, which has scaree\y any parallelin the British Isles and much resemblesthe coast scenery in Norway. Capacio

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