The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-10-06

WINCH HAa Ae0 14An "Ae4 ASsVbsthSN " -
and kindly heart among the lowly Of
many lands,
He had never yet essayed the relation
Of experience or reminiscence; and q
Of pleasant anticipation broke over our
remaining traveller faces, when. with
little half.apologetie "Ahem1 he
began the following recital Of tender
hours among Irish hearts and scenea
One has oil sorts Of good luck in get
ting at the real things OF lilo when
trnmping in any country.
Lingering about Killarney, hesitant
in my purpose, looked longiugly TO-
ward the surprisingly beautiful south
west coast, but felt q tribe coWardly
about explorations In that direction
without knowing single human soul
beyond Killarney.
In all that splendid coast line were
scenes OF indescribnble beauty aud
grandeur; there nestled the homes OF
nine.tenths OF the fishermen OF Ireland;
and over In tho almost unknown regions
of Dunkerron South, Corkseuiny and
Iyeragh, were some Of tho quainteSt
people OF Erin, among whom linger
customs, usages aud ways almost as
odd and interesting as the Breton laws
OF old.
In this mood OF indeciaion | left Kill
larney on o morning long before Its
hosts OF beggars and guides were astir;
and, taking my way toward Dingle Bay
on the great highway to Valencia, lott.
cred along past tho northern shores OF
Lower Killarney lake, feasting upon the
witching scenery half disclosed through
the delicate morning mIsts.
Before the little Gweestin river was
crossed. perhaps ten miles from killar-
ney, the daily "long.car" with its load
: Of passengers and parcels.post hampers
dashed by; and shortly after, solitary
foot traveller, OF dubious appearance at
distance, came up from Killarney way
as II DESTROYS OF overtaking me.
Glad OF auy excuse forcompanionship,
Ihalted. But no sooner was the man
close enough for inspection than re-
GREETED my delay. He carried u tre-
mendous Cudgel in one hand. little
package OF belongings in tho other and
walked with bert, weaving stride, un-
like ono accustomed to the pleasures Of
the road.
As he neared me his face took on
most forbidding aspect from the clnmp-
ped and shaggy hair that hid his feat
ures completely; particularly as his
ewes were covered with n nondesCript
hat which had all the swails and says,
but none OF the breezy pictursqueness,
OF a huge SOU 'weste." Nor did tho
hair stop with the face. His coat was
flung over his arm, and bis shirt, OF
some heavy wooden stuff like Connama-
ra flannel, was open nearly to the waist,
disclosing breast OF huge proportions
covered as thickly us his face with hair
massed and matted in deep. grotesque
swirls. As the fellow halted, he stood
veritablc giant beside me.
"Fine mornin'," he exclaimed in
voice like a hoarse clap Of thunder.
Same to you, and many" answered
ciyilly, but with some trepidation; for
his two great fists clutched his stick in
most handy way, as one might grasp
an aggressive bludgeon or rest upon a
silent oar.
He looked ut mo curiously for mo-
ment; and l now saw that q kindlier
pair OF eyes never beamed from q
human face.
"Faith. I'm John L. Shea,
Az Swate Port Magce,
An folly tishin
Upon tn deep sayl"-
no resumed, with an air OF confidential
: prido which at once set my apprehen-
sions quite at rest
"An' ii yer afthor goin' my way, an
III answer me thruly nv yer own blissed
self, I'll divide til road wild yez fairly;
rs til baiiitr gintly obsarved 10 TIL mad
bull that wor interjucin' his horns to
his leather crackers (sheep.skin
breeches!"
l answered him truly" as to myself.
Then he told mo With delicio,usiy
loquacious candot how he had been
sent for, month before, by Father
Flannery, OF Carne. away up on tho
: bowling coast OF County Mayo. to come
among the poor fishermen OF Blacksod
Bay to "rig up boats and gear" that the
wretched folk OF that region. q class
every whit as hopeless and helpless as
the Arran Islanders, might attempt
deep sea fishing; had executed his little
commission, and was now proudly re-
turning to the Kerry shores, having
walked every foot Of the distance in or.
der to preserve intact his tritllng stipend
for those he loved in the little home.
nest at Port Magee.
l did not say 80 in spoken words, but
my heart said: "Brave John L. Shea,
nv swate Port Magee, that follys flshin'
upon tn deep sayp you are Drawer, bet
ter, truer than many that have title or
station, II you have scales like fish oil
over you and your hair like beast oil
over that; with no riches but your rich
brogue and cabin and thatch and
those in it, between your kindly life and
all manner OF harm"
And our hands came together with q
loud, resounding whack, and our
tramps' feet rang merrily over the an
Gent Kerry road that leads by glcns
and loughs, over 1veragh mountains, to
the seq.
From our mountain road We Mt last
saw tho sun sink into ita flaming bed
on the Atlantic horizon; but we yot
lacked two or three hours OF complet-
ing our journey from Killarney to tho
sea. So we lott the heights above Dim
gle Bay, and after beginning the lovely
descent toward Cahirsiveen through
the winding valley OF tho knocknado-
Dor, my companion shortly led the way
over q rocky mountain boreen for near.
ly a mile from the great stone road We
had traversed.
Turning tho iuttinG point OF hugo
: cliff, rising from deep gorge around
which the footpath :railed, We came to
little cluster OF cabins in the sweetest
and tiniest Of Kerry plens; all oYor.