Omaha daily bee., 1888-10-14

smart trap makes the road ring with
ms horse $ furious gait, as he comes or
goes. Archnoiogists or less serious
pleasure seekers speed by in their
hearsc-like wagonettes. And the jaunt-
ing car, long life to it! for the veal and
woe OF It's fiery passages; with every
manner OF men and women on every
manner OF mission, flashing across your
vision like a caparisOnel / meteor plCu gh-
ing the earth at midday. The great
LOugh is alive with small craft at all
quests, and with smart tugs and tenders
hurrying with passengers and mails
from the huge steamers anchored off
Neville. The white CLEANS of light
houses and the red bulbs and snouts of
of fog bells and whistling buoys contrast
prettily with the blue waters of the
Lough. And your way leads through
strange sounds of strange life, half
caught from cabin above and villa be-
low. winsome as the murmurs Of some
pleasant dream.
passed night and day IN bright,
clean, mountain-sheltered Moville and
vicinity. in the meantime strolling to
the end OF the coast roadway to Inish
owen head, on the way passing the
ruined fortress OF the O'Dohertys, and
the great Dungaree lighthouse: for
head marvellous view can be had with
glass clear day, embracing the en-
tire sweep Of Lough Foyle for nearly
thirty miles to the southwest; the grim
Magilligan point, at the Lough's en-
trance from the sea; Portstewart
upon the cliffs; the grand headlands of
PortruSe: the romantic, ocean, washed
Skerries; the famous Giants causeway:
bold BengOre head: and, dimly towards
Scotland, the dark purple outlines of
Rathlin's island beyond. But long
ing came on me to know the people be-
hind the mountains. | talked about
them with everybody in little Movillc
who would talk with me.
"They're naygurs altogether" said
the sergeant, disposing of the entire
lnishowen peasantry with contempt
uous snort. "Belikes, ye've no business
at all amongst thim.n
"They're the divil's own smugglers,
from Stroove to Inch said the blue
bloused coast-guard, illustrating at one
stroke the mighty services to good gov
ernment he rendered.
"They're both paid by the blackguard
governmint that kapes the poor souls
UNDER" said an old iish-wife, with arms
rs big as ones legs aiimbo, and without
the knowledge Of fear in her brave old
face.
That settled the whole matter with
me for tramp over and among the
mountains, into whatever luck or ad-
ventures it might lead me. | was a
whole day walking the fifteen miles
through the wild and interesting
heights to Cardonagh. This is the
mountain-village capital of the entire
picturesque region. "A thousand miles
from nowhere; but the cinter OF the
world, sir.' was the lively description
vouchsafed by a tatterdemalion whom l.
found propping up the ancient market
walls with his brawny shoulders. And O
it is to host Of souls who to have their
tiny holdings for bare existence, and
who never had vision, save in the heart s
longing, beyond the meager activities
OF this quaint and nest-like spot. But
go where you may in any direction from
Cardonaugh, by white, winding road
way, by hedgepath beaten trough-like
by bare feet through the centuries, by
mountain trail to the rocks and heather,
or by winding rivers that have strange
thrills in their voices as they call
through the echoing glens, you will find
the cruel picture OF Irish white slavery
| illustrated as | would to God every Eng
lishman, as we'll as every true Ameri-
can, could see il for himself. There
would be but one party on the Irish
| question ever after. Lord This, on
! Sandy That, ESQ, owns every rood OF