Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-04-28
KILLARNEY'S HILLS,
Charming Lakes and Historic Isles
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SOME FUN WITH A TOURIST.
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From a Countryman.
CHARMS THAT ARE OVERLOOKED

is curious similitude between the outlook
of great minds, and one popularity in the
outlook from the peaks of high mountains.
The great mind elevates all lesser minds,
facts and objects to the noble heights of its
own generous comprehensiveness and abne-
cation; while the higher one ascends a
mountain, IN proportion, more lofty do
lesser surrounding peaks, and the more in
significant does your own gained ascent, ap-
pear. The reverse of this, in descent, is as
true of mountains as with mind and men.
had no just conception of the grim and
mighty cliffs of Carrantuohill when with
the sky was above them; but in the long
descent to the valley of Coom-a-dhuv, which
brought me on the Killarney side of the
Macgillicuddy Reeks, for the first time
sense of awe possessed me. Their base skirts
the western shore of the Upper Lake. Any
where along this the towering mass rises al
most tperpendicularIy 400 feet overshadow-
ing the island-dotted lake. The black crags
here and there push through the white COM
mingled clouds and snow, giving at times
an appalling sense of apprehension lest the
next glance you give they may topple down
upon you; and this grewsome feeling is in
tensifed as now and then glimpses are
caught of Carrantuohills accompanying
peaks which appear and disappear through
the changing mists above.
A GRAND PANORAMA.
Opposite, to the east, the scene is almost
duplicated across the lake. Mangarton
Mountain, upward of 2,700 feet, and Tore
Mountain, over ], 700 high, neither capped
by snow, but the peaks of each similarly
wreathed in feeey clouds, loom and glover
from their heights, or show dark and for
bidding escarpments above billowy swells of
forests, reaching from the valleys below.
Exactly between these two noble groups
lies Upper Lake Killarney, like sapphire
set round with emerald whose edges are
peaked with reliefs of cameo in black and
white. After wide detour 1 crossed the
little Owenreach river, boisterous singing
vagrant here, and climbed across hill and
heather, finally reaching the great highway
called the "Prince of Wales route, F" leading
from Glengariff to Killarney, where this
magnificent road first turns the mountain
side, giving the tourist by long-car, or legs,
the first view of the SURPRISING panorama
which at one sweep comprehends the great
mou ntains on either side and the witehing
lakes between. This is certainly the most
enhancing view at Killarney; it is by all
odds the most enhancing prospect in Ire
land; and do not believe more beautiful
sight can be found in the whole world.
While sitting upon a ledge of rocks be-
side the highway, resting in the sweet April
day and dreamfully contemplating the scene
before me, was pleasantly disturbed to
afterward first know by actual experience
the substantial rewards of vagrant's life in
a tourist land. The long car, filed with
tourists and small mountain of hampers
piled above the "well" between the hanging
side seats, numbered up the southern ascent
from Kenmare, and came TO its customary
halt to enable tourists to enjoy the unsual
prospect. Among the passengers were a
couple of Etonian undergraduates and an
English MILFORD and milady with their chill
dren and servants, all of whom were in an
aggressive-defensive attitude of silent scorn
toward an innocent pair from our own loved
land. The latter were a little bald nut
headed gentleman with bent, poddy body,
suggesting a polished pebble set in the end
of banana, and his good, honest American
wife, twice his height and four times his
girth. The man was the embodiment of
nervous activity and enthusiasm; the
woman of adipose and repose; and both,
having duly paid their booking" were
placidly oblivious of the ethical injuries
they had inflicted ali the way from Cork
upon their fellow-trayelers.
wAKEMAN's LITTLE JOKE.
Everybody allghted but the calm Amer
lean woman. In serene composure she
watched her side of the long-car settle nearly
to the ground; but she kept her seat.
"Come down, Nav, do" urged the little
man, bringing into instant use pair of
ield-glasses, each tube of which was as large
as the Lone Fisherman's" stage telescope
'Maw, this is wonderful, wonderful, won
derfull"
At the sound of these last three words
MILFORD WINGED, milady elevated her eye
brows, the EtonIans readjusted their eye
glasses, and the servants looked dignifed
and grave.
"No; guess I'll let well enough alone"
murmured the little mans large wife,
"Maw, this is wonderful, wonderful, won
derfulp' repeated the American, sweeping
the scene with his glasses, filling the En-
glish delegation with another series of shud-
derings and backing into me as he spoke.
you'll step on that man there, Paw, if
you don't use your eyes," cautioned the
wife from the long-car.
"Bless me, yes;-wonderful, wonderful,
wonderful Peasantry right here in the
mountings. See here, Pat" he continued,
addressing me, ''you good-for-nothing dyna-
mite Irishmen don't deserve this wonderful
kentry, darned if you dol''
''Thrue for yez, yer honor" replied
humbly.
''see that Maw?" with a wink to his
wife. Thinks I'm one O. them high rollers. |
Well. well, WE'LL Pat, here's a-a-guess
its half crown, or something r other.
There, now, brace up. Go to my country.
Get clean shirt. Be a-a-well, git |
there' "
"God bliss yer honorr' 1 responded,
thanking him heartily. "May the top o.
yer head never folly yer hairr'
Irish wit, by Golly! Well, well, we'll! |
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Live
long round here, Pat?"
"Indade did 1. For ages
"Wonderful!-"
IN CLOSE QUARTERS.
The English contingent WINGED; the
worthy man gave me another shilling; and
his good wife from the tilting long-car
wished the little man wouldn't make such
q fuss over every poor creature in Ireland"
swell, well, Pat, what's the name o. that |
"Carrantuohill's the same"
''Some sort Of er-story-er-legion
about it, s'pose?"
'DIvil doubt that, sor. But wan stud
there at first. St. Patrick was carin' for
two hills. So one fine mornin' another stud
beside it."
''Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful l'' ex-
claimed the American, writing the same
down on business-card as big as his hand,
while his travelling companions writhed
again. "And that further one?"
"Torc, sor. Tore bekase that's a wild
boar, and ye'll find 'em there this blissed
minute with tusks on 'em the length O.
xar arm sor !"