The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-07
The WINSOME KERRY SHORES.
TALES TRAVELLERS SERIES
BY EDGAR /. WAKEMAN.
Copyright 1874.

! er's weight O. tn rale sort I'd be havin'
/ swate bad luck TO yezr
/ "Divil a drop yen get here, ye black
| mouth gauger, But III not be oncivil 10
/ yez. the hour o tonight. HOws the wO-
/ man that owns yez2-Sh-h-h-hw
Better nor III divils luck penny in
/ yer own purse I'm 90 bail TO that same,
/ by the elevens.'
''Sh-h-h-hr'
/ Then, as by this time the night traveller
| had entered, came a dim light from a
splinter" set afame in the smolderinE
peat Of the fireplace and wedged in an
open Granny in the chimney angle
This was invariably followed by the
sound Of soft and musical gurglinE of Ii
quid from some heavy vessel and the sill
very wimple of the same into a recepta-
Gle Of lesser capacity.
Then heavy clinking of coin like that
OF copper pence, suggesting a CONNER
cial transaction of well established char
acter, would be heard; and after this. a
gulp and a hearty smack, from the part
ing cup with the muffled toast, "Shud-
urth! Here's to youD;' when Jenny,
Jimmy, jerry or Paddy would depart
down the boreen, humming soft strains Of
satisfaction and cheer; at which our host
would listen and growl for a bit. when
the light would disappear and our po-
theen-merchant would tumble heavily
into his bunk near the pickering peat en-
bers beneath the hob
Ihese incidents, growing more frequent
as the morning neared, finally so thor
oughly awakened me that for some time
! laid listening to a distant rumbling and
roaring for which l could in no wise ac-
count; and as there was a ladder leading
form the loft 70 the thatch of the cabin
byre, and thence into the little paddock
below, / silently stole from my compan-
ions side and gained the cliffs overhang-
ing the main highway as the first trem-
ulous grays of dawn began throbbing over
the dark heather-sweeps of the mountain
above.
strange confusion of sounds arose
from the gorge below
At first / could but dimly see down there
a ghostly tumble of moving things, some
times massed and accompanied by a Bah
elbic medley of voices, or again separ-
ated into struggling objects making at
best only sleepy and silent progress to-
ward the hamlet of Cahirsiveen.
But as the low-lying fog lifted, and the
morning light flooded in upon the wide
stone road the nature of the all-night in
trusions at the shebeen and the caval-
cade below me, was clearly revealed.
1t was Saturday morning; morning of
the fair and market day at the old sea-
port town; and all the quaint folk from
the wilds Of Iveragh, as was their imme-
mortal custom, were "trundling to the
fair afore the breag O. day"
And what a queer, kindly lot they were!
Here was a group of It'll byes," wrig-
Cling along face to face, settling cues
tions of the mountain honor in tremeu-
dous though friendly harangue and dis
pute. Then followed cart driven by the
"ould man." in which were the "ould wo-
man an childer, slapin rings round their
swate selves" Many carts there were
with pigs snorting violent protests and
surprise; with geese craning their necks
IN viciously Kissed defiance and interro-
cation; and with sheep bleating piteously
All these were interspersed with or fol
| lowed by old women with braiden-cov-
cred baskets; young women with pack
ages of yarn or flannel; lasses humping
donkeys laden with creels, or guiding re-
calcitrant goats and kids; but every lass
or woman knitting away vigorously, in
time to step or gossip; old men bumped
and severe, pegging along with thump of
stick and puff of pipe; and all full of
whimsical importance and gosthering
whether they had to sell or the where
withal to buy; and, of course, a squad of
constabulary to remind them of their serf-
dom, tagging at their heels or occasion
ally charging at gallop through the mot
ley caValcade.
My shaggy companion was shortly ready
for our own morning march. We des-
cended the mountain boreen and mingled
with the far-going people. Walking thus
to Cahirsiveen, we fingered a moment at
the ruins of the birthplace of the great
Daniel O'Connell at Carhan bridge; loi-
tered for a time among the market-day
scenes beyond-where l saw face | can
not forget until the moment of all forget
! fulness shall come-and by midday we
were among the fishermen of the south
west coast, at the tiny fishing hamlet of
Port Magee,
IL
An Irish 6Charrnaf1tg fe b,~ r..
palace; but it often holds love and con
tent, and the one to which my new-found
| friend led me with rapid home-nearing
strides seemed one of this pleasant, rest
| full sort. Most of the habitations of the
! fishing village were wretched novels in
deed. This one was not only clean, but
! from corrag to thatch it disclosed the
! touch of loving hands.
AS we neared 1t l could see that white
/ fiounced curtains showed behind the tiny
| panes of cabin and loft, some pretty vines
We're trained about the windows them
selves, and the little curl of smoke above
! the thatch, which told Of the humble
hearthside within, escaped through a
sturdy chimney instead of the usual hole
in the roof
As the dig fellow bounded into his cabin
| remained outside under the pretense Of
| enjoying the fine coast scenery; and this
seemed wise, for the joyous riot within
] A"h ~ SiSliileu lndI Tor the time being,
| there was little place for the stranger.
This shortly subsidized. and the giant re-
appeared at the door tossing his tiny
barefooted wife in the air as though she
were babe; while brood of little ones.
the youngest as big as the little mother,
danced wildly about him; and l was di-
rectly installed as a guest with great
! honor greater garrulousness, and a ring
/ ing cead mile failte
And what merry hustle and hustle were
there about the home welcoming NEAL
Blocks Of the finest turf were nut upon
the embers and the little ones took per
/ spring turns at the dingy, wheeling bel
! lows. Ashes and flame roared up that
great chimney as never they roared be-
/ fore. Schrowders (oaten cales) were set
/ on edge for fresh toasting In a iffy
/ the white horses were gallopin above
/ the ''praties" In the pot; the "tay was
wetted by the fire." and everybody was
falling over everybody else in very excess
/ Of loving effort.
win it be three aigs, tn day?' the little
wife blushingly asked her burly husband
Three aigs, it is?" roared the giant
fisherman, taking his wifes little head I'm
his two huge hands; hands so big there