The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-05-21

Neville, when all the sad business was
necessarily repeated.
These Donegal folk however humble
and pOyerty-cursed they may be, stand
straight and tall both in their individu-
atty and upon their strong, long legs.
Indeed this often reaches grOtesquCness
in both respects. While the Irish peas
autry, particularly of the south, are fire.
quently diminutive in form and sometimes
felrety in character, these folk seem to
possess an inner consciousness OF self-im-
portance cut in glowing characters and
large lines; while in no few instances
they are so straight that fine arcs sweep
from their heels to the back of their
| necks, often giving them the appearance
| OF carrying, and with some disdain, in
/ visible but mighty commissions on the
tops of their heads 1t is a weird sight to
/ see scores of such as these appearing
/ around the curve Of some mighty mount
ain road, accompanying the emigrant to
/ StranOrlar, wailing and almost keeniug
as for the dead; hating and embracing,
| often struggling for priority in walking
| beside the hero of the hour; and often so
| overcome with the violence of their grief
/ as to make despairinc rushes with the
| loved one back toward the old mountain
/ home
! have many times fallen in with these
! cav3lcades winding down from the Derry
! veagh and Glendowan mountains, or from
| the Boultypatrick, Gatigan or Aghla hills
/ and have walked and halted, and parleyed
! and SOOthed IN common with the honest
| souls for miles on their way
toward the railway, at Stranorlar. On
! one occasion the conveying party was
from the far west. from away over by the
I bowling cliffs of Maghery bay, where life
is very dull and drear. at best. 1t was a
| crowd whose faces and strange attire be-
speak great poverty. The children, a lad
of II and a girl Of perhaps IA, were going
away. The mother was to remain behind
until these waits could send for her. For
the whole company it was the event of
their lives, this few miles mountain
journey; and the care for the brave young
emigrants, the consideration for the wall
ing mother, and the latter's grief were
touching to behold.
Half the time the lads companions had
their arms about his neck. The girls
would carry the sisters on their Shout
ders, and in seats made by interlacing
their fingers, while the mother and the
children's luggage had been piled in an
old squeaking mountain-but, or cart,
which was tenderly drawn by hand. The
women crowded about the cart with all
manner of endearing and caressing words
Of comfort, but the poor woman could not
be cOmforted. AS She lay prOstrateupOn
the bundles, there only came from her
white lips the endless moan:
"Crosh orrln !-crosh orrinl My past
chez bOght my pastchee bOght!n MAY
the cross encompass me! My poor chill
dren!-my poor childrenD
Once when wandering in County Gal
way down by old Cloghmore, l saw a
stranger conveying" party than could be
found in any other portion of Ireland. l
had been sauntering among the Con-
namara "knitters," "fullers" pOteen-
makers and antiquities of the ancient
Celts with which this region abounds,
and my mind was full of the pagan and
early barbaric life whose rude stone mon
uments were on every hand. Suddenly
looking down upon the sea, I beheld a
scene in keeping with the times of which
l dreamed. A feet of rotten dories,
ragged smacks and curraghs, or skin
keeled craft, precisely the same as used
in these islands 200 years ago, was APP
preaching the shore.
The occupants were skinny and white.
They were dressed in rags and with little
of these. The men wore skin shoes from
which the hair had not been removed,
which the natives call ''pampootas." The
women were barefOoted and barelegged
to their knees, and their bonnetless heads
were covered with great shocks of coarse
black hair 1t was Dantean picture of
hunger and want, framed in a setting of
ancient, barbaric times. They were
party of nearly 100 God-forsaken Arran
Islanders, accompanying a family of
emigrants TO ClOghmOre, whence the lat
ter would walk TO the train at Galway
They nearly all stood upright as they
neared the mainland and We're chanting
the widest, most dolorous Celtic strain
human ears ever heard.
What host of shuddering reflections
this sea-pageant of poverty-stricken peas
antry crowds upon you! Your eye fol-
lows the dark shore line. Behind are the
mountains. There are the peasantry and
the ruins. Two thousand years ago there
stood the watch-towers, the raths, the
places for pagan pyrolatry. In the val
leyS were the herds and the helOtS. The
signals flashed from crag to crag. Some
savage chief with his thousands of serfs
has come to give battle perhaps to old
Beola himself. The believing herds are
huddled in the glen. The shrieking women
are herded within the raths. On come
the fierce invaders by land. Here. slzulk-
ing along the bays and bights, come the
invaders by sea. Their shields are of
rawhide. Their war raiment is of raw
hide. Their navy is aloat upon rawhide
Then, slaughter by land and by sea, while
the day lasts. Fire and sword, rapine
and pillage, while lasts the night. The
grass grows richer in the valleys for the
blood left there that day!
They set the departing ones upon shore
in silence and tenderly No words could
depict the agony of that separation
These went forth to unknown dangers in
untried lands; those went back to
hopeless starvation upon the barren
Arran Isles. But not at once. Past old
Cloghmore, past Ballynen, yes, past far
Caher, the curraghs and the dories and
their motley crews followed those that
went, wailing farewells, tiercely Shrek
ing grabs, and straining their eyes until
the last fiuttering rays disappeared be-
yOnd the Connamara hills over against
ancient Galway. Not until then did
| they, still waiting, turn toward tbs HOY
els among the bowling Arran rocks.
can never forget a conveying" Incl
| dent and its strange outcome which l
/ witnessed. and indeed in which l par
| ticipated. had been visiting the battle
! field of Aughrim, where, on that awful
/ Sunday of 1851 was battle such as we
! who have been in battles know; where
NGinkels hosts, in that mad charge upon
! leaderless heroes ruined the fortunes of
| the Stuart dynasty and where the whirl-
wind of death which swept over Augh-
| rims morass and bog set the final seal of
servitude, but never of servility, upon the
! people of Ireland; and, turning into the
old Dublin and Galway road, towards
/ BallinaslOe, was at once one of a singular
! conveying" party from the rural dis