Omaha daily bee., 1888-10-14

had ceased to below of James,
defeat from the ramparts of
Derry. And indeed within the half
century, many a proud squad of red
coats, charging into the misty noun
tans for offenders and the sake of the
laws awe, have come back in great
speed down the Buncrana road, in the
same way and for the same reason that
Pitcairn's 5 men took fine run from old
Concord town, where
BY the rude bridge that spanned the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world
with broken bones and cracked skulls
at the hands of the lively lads of Inish-
owen. But might and want and time
will rot out the heart Of even the BRAY
est and freest; and gradually the rob-
bers of lands and destroyers of homes
have pushed their grasp in the name
of the king, or the queen, into the val
leys, along the fair rivers, over the grand
mountains, and laid lasting hold upon
all. Here and there a village has fol-
lowed. But race has been nearly ex-
tirpated. Foreign masters have built
halls and castles. Bloodless agents
wiring the last drop Of blood from tho
white slaves of lnishowcn. The
last OF the Owens, the O'Dogh-
critics. the Tirconnells, huddle
in vile huts, and dig the soil
like beasts that their masters may in
opulence discuss details of the terms of
their lingering starvation. And so
while the grandeur and beauty Of the
land lift the soul to the very heaven,
this is why there is tinge of sadness in
ones journeyings; and why, when the
Of al ,F . ln
mountains are from the tears of the
good fairies ''keening" for the dead
glories OF the region, there is pathetic
smimilitude in the tender legend of In
ishowen.
II you are good walker you will cas-
lily reach Moville, on the east shore
some twenty miles from Derry, in one
day, and have time besides for the beau
ties of Lough Foyle las the road stretches
along its western edge all the fair way.
Sir Walter Scott thought that nothing
could be more favorable than this
specimen Of ireland. And that is
true. The Inishowen mountains in
gentle descents, or here and there
in bold hcadland spurs, come to the
waters of the lough in lovcliest con tours
and formings. Here you cross an an
cicnt bridge, under which the streams
iOdii anu lhuuueF uOWn. DeyOnu, YOU
may stand and look either way. to the
spires of Derry or the white, clustered
homes OF Moville, with farm land, copse
and villas without number, set like
bright fringes beneath you and above
the ripping edge OF the Tough. And to
the east across the broad expanse of
waves, there is an ever-changing view
OF beauty and splendor, from the cliffs
OF Benyevenagh, past the sharp escarp-
ment OF the basaltic bluffs reaching to-
wards the Ballinascreen mountains
OF Derry, with the dim far
heights of green Antrim be-
yond. Nor is there lack of life
on the way, nor in any scene
upon which your eyes may rest. Foot
sore pilgrims to the holy wells trudge
patiently beside you. Small farmers
with small produce in their carts and q
bit OF poteen under their vests, roar
songfully by. Ragged, all but naked,
children from the cabins on the cliffs,
and with their great blue eyes full OF
unutterable longing, stand at the road
side like the wild hedge-weeds that
they are. Beggars humble and moan
and pursue until conquest or a sugges-
tive twist OF your black thorn. Droves
OF swine for the weekly Derry fair meet
you, and the handsome grunters-for
the real Irish pig ready for the flesh.
er" is as pink and as fair as brand new
babe-are a long time getting out OF
sight. A doctor, or an agent, in his