Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-04-28

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ground to his seat on the long car, and held
him in it by one arm, he turned and, ges-
ticulating enthusiastically with the other
and the field glasses, yelled from the rapidly
disappearing vehicle: "Come to my MOTEL
Pat. Don't know the name Best one,
anyhow. Want to know more about this
wonderful kentry. Make it all rlght.
Darned if don'tl''
A POINTER FOR TOURISTS.
I should recommend to all tourists who
intend visiting Killarney, to come to TINS
region as did the kind little man and ms
calm big wife-by railway from Cork to
Bantry and Glengarif, and thence bY long
car through Kenmare, over one of the hnest
roads in Great Britain. For over ten miles
of this highway, from the point where sat
and exchanged Irish information for En-
glish silver, the entire three lakes are for
time wholly in view; all their grandest seem
cry is thus enjoyed; and much Of that which
is enhancing in detail is possible OF IDLE
and pleasant inspection. This is true or no
other accessible and leisurely Travelled way
in the vicinity of Killarney. 1t is not even
possible from the peak of Carrantuohlll, as
this is too remote from much that is e1quls-
itely beautiful requiring closer study.
1t is not half hours leisurely row from
end to end of Upper Lake Killarney. Yet
half a month could be we'll expended enjoy
ing its beauties and grandeur. Completely
distinct from Middle and Lower Lakes IN
the character of its scenery, the widest
grandeur surrounds it, and yet the most ex-
quisite and tender beauties are nestled in
its bosom and along its winsome shores.
The IL islands within it are almost without
exception, nests of verdure. On every side
mountains pierce the clouds. Between
these and the shores there may be seen every
manner of conformation of land, rock, run
ming stream and softening forest, creatable
by Imagination or securable by human sight.
One cannot tire of it. Passing
from Upper Lake into Long Range,
which carries its waters to the
north into its two companion lakes,
the world-famous Eagles nest rises almost
perpendicularly 1,700 feet Its base is
spread with the richest foliage; but its
grand facades and jutting cliffs are bare.
Here the eagle breeds and wheeling screams
above these glens of unreliable beauty; and
here is undoubtedly the most wonderful
echo in the world. Buglers accompany
tourists to wake the silvery notes; Crocker
records six perfect answers; and my own
boatman's vocal call, a curiosity in itself,
came back to us in surprising repetltlons
and wondrous sweetness.
LOWER LAKE ATTRACTIONS.
The chief characteristic of the Lower Lake
is simple and tranquil beauty. While un.
doubtedly as fascinating in this respect as
any other sheet of water in Great Britain,
nowhere does the element of grandeur enter
into it. Its nearest approach is at its SOUTH
ern entrance at elena. The mountain range
extending northwest along the western rim
of the lake here reaches closest to the shore,
shutting in lovingly the bav and glen with
mountain-glen of surprising loveliness.
Around the witching peninsula and sweep
ing into the southeast is another bay of
transcendent beauty, above whose shores
upon little knoll, though quite hidden
within the dense forest foliage of the Her
bert demesne, is Muckross Abbey. Sacred
are its memories, enchanting its surround
ings, and incalculable the prose and poetic
descriptions which the beautiful old ruin
has evoked. This is equally true of "sweet
Innisfallen" island, nesting like a bird of
emerald plumage within the blue waters,
midway between the eastern and western
shores. There are no such oak and ash
trees, hollies and eyergreens in all Ireland
as upon this enchanted islet. Here were
written the celebrated "Annals OF Innis-
fallen" now in the Bodliean Library, and
the ruins of its once famous abbey are scat
ted everywhere beneath its gigantic ever
greens and Towering shrubs.
From the summit of the grim old castle
ruin a delightful outlook can be had; but
the chief interest in the place lies in the
fact that the once almost impregnable place
was the last in Munster to surrender, and
that needlessly, in 1862, when 5000 Mum
ster men laid down their arms because of
an old prophecy that the place could not be
taken until ships of war-an impossible
surround it. General Lud-
low provided boats holding 12O men each to
reconnoiter by water for convenient land
ing place, and upon seeing these and the
suppositious fulfillment of the prophecy,
the besieged incontinently surrendered.
THE GAP OF DUNLoE,
a long, tortuous valley, threaded by the
river Loe, which expands into
several weird lakes, above all of which
tower fierce and forbidding crags; a score of
and cascades, any one of which
are superior in beauty to our famed Mime
haha; countless mountain ascents, and in
Vulnerable witching glens and valleys, not
to speak of the dirty little town of Killarney
itself, are all to visit and enjoy; and there
can be no bound set to time thus needed.
ouI LueIo dTe IWO VI three QuallIleS IN Lne
charm of Killarney of which have seen no
and which, to me, seem to COM
prise that indescribable, intangible some
thing which holds the world-traveler to this
spot as his first and last idolatry in nature.
One of these is the ever present films of
cloud ceaselessly stretching their witching |
reaches across mountains and mingling with |
the forest undulations themselves Let the |
upper skies be never so clear and radiant,
these softand ghostly painters are ever at work |
weaving their tender spells. Another is
a rare and infinite contrast, though ever
blended seeming, in all the marvellous foliage !
Of this sylvan spot. And still anoth- |
sr cannot be told. 1t is alone felt. 1t is |
The heart throb that the soul gives back to |
nature in her sweetest form and mood; not |
in elation, but strange placidity and tran
guilty which gently balances between mel
lncholy and exaltation; the ineffable ten
1erness between loving nature and the ma
These are the true witch-wands |
If Killarney, which even in a dumb, yet
sure, way make the tongue of the sodden |
peasant eloquent in the true Irish bull he |
ltters musingly:
Killarney indade! Faith there's none
ike it but itselfp'
EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.