The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1897-07-17

the hills. an instead o lc,,in the baste
pick its way they'll be hither-an-over
from one side o. the path to the other,
Till The road isn't safe for the other
people wild them"
The ponies have the mountain pony's
way OF treading on the extreme edge Of
the abyss. AS the road is covered With
loose bouldcrs this is sometimes cXclt-
ing, but their confidence in themselves
is quite justified. There is no record
of an accident with a Killarney pony.
|, is pretty to see the courtesy With
which the pony boys will hold Il nervous
riders hand to help hrr owe" stiff places,
and there are some very stiff going
through the gap, places in which the
vale contracts and the path becomes a
mere shelf of rock
Half way through the zap our pa",y
WAS Joined by a s;alwari mounted ro-
liceman, who threw in his lot with the
rear guard which included Il delightful
guide, OConncll OConurll is Il Kill
larney man. an rX-Snldirr. with
deviltry of Terence Mlulvaney, Being
the best of good company, and Il gentle
man to boot. like every Killarney man
we met. he WAS always the center of
things. AS went ahead with Patrick
Doyle. the women from the cabins on
the way would rush out and shout some
thing in Irish. to which my companion
would respond in the same tongue
What is it they say. l'atrirk?"
asked: for | am ashamed TO say that
| have not the Irish.
They want to knew if tn" sergeant
is behind. because if he is they can't
offer the potrrn wild the goats milk"
There is a good deal OF Illicit ,istiling
pleasure of tasting the polrcn, hut
can recommend tn" delicious goats
milk.
At the foat of the Purple mountain
you find the boat waiting To take YOU
through the lakes. 1t was late Sep
temhrr when | was there. and it was our
good fortune to come upon two or three
divine days in a wet season. shall
never forget the still beauty of the up
per lake with it's myriad isets. The
damp In the atmosphere makes for cx-
nuisite colors on the hill. Then they
were clothed with purple heather ns
with garment; and the woods Of the
lower slopes, where the red deer roam
In
green aud purple and russci to The BRAY
; est gold ana scarle, and copper of
autumn. Outside in The world there
was more than Il caplul Of wind. We
found the lower lake Il miniature sea
when we came there by and by But
between the soaring hills the lake lay
as In a cup. You leaked in their depths
and saw mountains ana wOodc,i islands
! and dapplrh sky all Hooded With the
pale gold of Scp:cmbr, sunshine You
could feel the silence. for 1t WAS long
after the singing of birds. and tina; or
Il thunder storm alone disturb the in
/ cffable placidity.
How still it is YOU realize when III.
Eagles Nest. that superb crag
! raising 1000 feet The thunder of
| the rcv"rhnrations and the echoes goes
rolling off through the mountains, tear
ing and crashing into silence. kiIIar-
ncy echoes are wonderful. At the en-
trance to the gap there is Il specially
fary-ikc one which send you "The
! horns of lIllland family blowing" in
response to II bar of music played on the
guides horn ...
Winter storms must be superb here.
At Denis Cottage. in the middle lake,
there is a woman with Il wonderful
| oval face. She would make Il superb
model for II Mater Dolorosa The sor-
row OF centuries seems I" b" in the
| liquid eyes the composed features and
the sweet ana melancholy mouth
While we drink a cup of tea swcc,rncd
again with goats milk. the ideal milk
| for tea, and admired the calm beauty
of the lake. she told us Of the winter
storms
Terrible, It does be, surely" she
! said. when the thunder goes crash
in an tcarin' from hill to hill and the
/ lightnin' lcapin about them. "rwOuld
! put the fear in your heart. surely
The bOatmrn. three slalwari sons
! and their old father, had the gravity
! and distinction we had noticed in all
/ these peasants. They seem to learn an
infinite patience with the tourists.
! When they shot 'hc rapids under the
] Old Weir bridge with such skill, and
. some foolish pcnplc plunged about in
| the boat going near to upSr,tinE us,
/ the old fellow WAS impnliuus indeed,
| but perfectly courteous. They n.e
| charming, those Kerry peasants. My
! heart warmed TO them my own people.
A thing to admire in them is heir
! independence If YOU give them Il
! gratrlity they take il. The tourist may
| be the Killarney peasants pavmaslcr;
! but you'd never suspect She relation
ship. had heard Of Killarney bcggars
! but am bound 10 say that ! saw not
/! rnc rhc Indifference with which the
/: peasants in the strcr's on market day
! glance at the passing tourist without