The record-union., 1893-01-14

Speaking of interesting Americans
| abroad reminds me of curious incident
OF my recent years wanderings in Ire
land. From the western slope 1 had
crossed the crags of Carrantuohill Mount
ain to the Killarney Lakes at its eastern
base, crossed the vagrant Owenreach
River, and, scrambling over hill and
| heather, finally reached the great high
way from Bantry and Glengariff, called
| the prince of Wales Route'' from Cork
to the lake region.
| Just where this magnificent road first
turns the mountain side, tourists by long
car, or legs, are given a first glimpse of
the SURPRISING panorama, which, at one
sweep, comprehends the great mountains
on either side and the wltcning lakes be-
tween-the most enhancing of all views
OF Killarney. l was sitting here, rough,
ragged and travel-stained, upon ledge of
rocks, resting in the sweet April day aud
dreamfully contemplating the scene be-
fore me, when was pleasantly disturbed
| to afterward first know by actual expert
ence the substantial rewards ofa vagrant's
life in tourist lands.
| The long-car filled with tourists and a
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 unu-
|
were couple of Etonian graduates and
an English MILFORD and milady with their
| children 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 little bald, nut-headed
| gentleman with bent poddy body. sug-
gesting polished pebble set in the end
OF banana, and his good, honest Ameri-
can wife, twice his hight 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 all the way from Cork
| upon their fellow travellers.
Everybody alighted but the calm Amer
lean woman. In serene composure she
watched her side of the Iong-car settle
nearly to the ground, but she kept her
seat.
"Come down, Nav, do" urged the lit
tie man, bringing into instant use pair
of field-glasses, each tube of which was as
large as the Lone Fisherman'sn stage
telescope. NAV, this is wonderful, Won
derful, wonderful!'
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 dignified
and grave.
mo; guess I'll let well enough alone.n
murmured the little mans large wife.
NAV. this is wonderful, wonderful,
wonderful!' repeated the American,
sweeping the scene with his glasses, fill
ing the English delegation with another
series of shudderings 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, wonder
full, wonderful! Peasantry right here in
the mountings. See here, Pat" he con-
tinued addressing me, ''you good-for-
nothing dynamite Irishmen don't de-
serve this wonderful kentry, darned if
you dop
''Thrue for yez, yer honor" replied
humbly.
"See that, Maw?n with a cunning wink
to his wife. Thinks Pm one o. them high
rollers. Well, well, well! Pat, here's "a
a-guess it's a half crown, brace up. Go
to my country. Get clean shirt. Be "a
a-well, git there.''
thanking him heartily. May the poSsoi top o
yer head niver folly yer hair"
NAV, say, NAV, did you hear that?
Irish wit, by golly! Well, well, welli
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Live
long round here, Pat?''
"Indade did L. For ages"
"WonderfuIp'
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 fuss over every poor Great
ure in Ireland"
"Well, well, Pat, what's the name o.
that mounting?''
"CarrantuohilPs the name, sor."
'Some sort Of err story-er-legion
about it, s'pose7"
"Divil doubt that, sor. But wan mount
ain stud there at first, sor. st. Patrick
may all the saints bless him-was carin'
for two hills. So one fine mornin' an
other stud besideit.'
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
exclaimed the American, writing the
same down on a business card as big as
his hand, while his travelling compan-