The Northwestern standard., 1886-03-27

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pears Malin Head the northern ex-
tremity of the far-famed barony OF In
nishoWen, running far out into the
ocean, and heaying back the pillows In
white foam, as they break against his
dark and sulky form. Westward looms
lup the majestic brow Of Horn Head !,
Iunder whose frown a thousand vessels
4 have perished. and close by its side the
famous opening in the rock called Nc
SWine's Gun, laundering like the roar
| of a hundred cannon when the storm
tcomes iii from the west. Between
these two landmarks. standing out
there like huge sentinels guarding the
coast, stretches the long white shore
called Ballyhernam Strand, and be-
tween that and Benraven, the beautiful
| q let little sea of Mulroy, with its
Icountless islets lying under the long,
| deep shadows of the mountains. Close
| by the broad base of the latter-sO
| close indeed that you can hurl stone
/, from The top into the water beloW---is
| the calm. quiet lake called Iough Ely.
so celebrated for its siivery char and
| golden trout. As the traveller looks
down from the summit of Benrayen,
| there IS hardly a sign of human habita
| ton to be seen below, if, indeed, we
except the lighthouse itself, whose
white tower rises just visible over the
heads Of the lessening hills, But when
he begins to descend and pursue his
way along the manor road, winding as
| it runs through the dark and deep re-
cesses OF the mountains, many a COM
! Portable little homestead suddenly
meets his view, and many a green
meadow and wayy cornheld helps TO re-
lieye the barren and desolate character
OF the surrounding scene.
1t was a fine evening in June, l85-;
the sheep, after browsing all day long,
were lying on the green. sunny slopes
after their rambling flight, sat doing
here and there on huge rocks by the
road side, which the winter torrents
"a man might be seen vending his way
slowly down the road towards Ara
heera lighthouse. He wore short
jacket and trousers, somewhat sailor
fashion, and kept his hands thrust into
his side pockets as he logged along,
whistllng and singing by turns to keep
himself company. Still, though he
looked at first not unlike d seafaring
man, there was that in his gait and
general department which smached too
strongly OF the hillside, to mistake
him for one accustomed TO walk the
deck OF ship, or even to ply the oar III
search of a livelihood. Moreover, he
wore q rabbit-skin cap jauntily set on
the side Of his head, and carried stout
blackthorn under his arm--both which
indicated clearly enough that his habits
OF life were more landWard grown than
his dress and near proximity to the sea
might have at first suggested. But
whatever might have been his occupa-
ton in general, he appeared to have
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particular, for be loitered long on his
way, seemingly quite disposed to take
the world easy, and break no bones in
his hurry 20 accomplish his journey.
More than once did he stop to clap his
hands and gaze after hare startled
from her form by his noisy approach, or
fiing stone at noodle crow doing Oh
the rocks. In this careless manner he
logged along, Whistling and singing as
the humor touched him. At first the
words Of his song were confused by the
echoes OF the giens, but grew more
distinct and intelligible as he descend
ed nearer to the shore, till at length
the followinu verse OF {. very popular
ditty rang out clear and strong upon
the ear:
"0ch the Sassanach yillains-de' il tare themi
They stripped us as bare as the poles
But there's one thing we just eouldnt spare
them
The 'kidug that covers our souls.
Right folderolol, la la, di di,
Right fala, la, lee, &C.. &c.
TO be continued.