The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-02-04

ocean, and his provision barrel empty.
he vowed never to make a fourth at
tempt, and he has kept his vow He is
now an old man, and though he was
never in any country outside Donegal.
he holds the fireaide circle, fascinated
with tales of marvellous adventure
which could not be equaIed by a polar
explorer. OF one Of those boats, called
the Rose Mary, and it's skipper. Char
lie" Boyle, better known to US as Char
lie, the Sailor" some wonderful stories
are told Charles" nautical accom-
plishments enabled him to bring his
ship clear Of Donegal bay, and to sail
due west till the top Of SHabh Lag
mountain disappeared into the ocean.
He lay about at this distance from land
till he lighted another schooner bound
for America: then he crowded all sail
IN pursuit, and II, under cover of the
night or fog, or by superior sailing pow
ers, this boat slipped him, he jogged
about till another came up, and IN bits
and snaps this way he always managed
to strike some part Of the American
coast It YVES indifferent to Charlie
what part Of II he struck; he had only
then TO inquire the way 70 New York.
and follow the coast in the direction
pointed out. 1t is told that on one oo-
casiOn Charlie being i'll. the beat had
to start without him. When a week
out an unworthy hand slept at his post
IN the night time. and the ship turned
right around. On the days following
they, as usual, kept pursuing every sail
going in the same direction as them
selves, and ten days later, TO the Devil
derment Of both passengers and crew,
they entered Donegal bay again. I do
not vOuch for the veracity Of this tale.
Pathetic Scenes.
Although today Ireland and America
have come very close together, the
leaving home still costs her boys and
girls and their fathers and mothers
more than &. passing psng. I lived at
the joinging Of three roads whereat
emlgrants took their final leave Of their
kin and their friends, and Of the party
who had conveyed them 50 far on their
way. and there still rings n my ea-s-I
shall never forget-the hsartrending
and heartbreaklng shrisiIs and the Wild
and despairIng walls that awoke me
from my eiUn bers before day dawn in
the spring mornings, and then the wild
blend of parting cheer and cry. More
pathetic or appealing scenes than these
partings I have never witnessed and
never shall witness. II the emf grants
were girls tt-s cries wTenched from their
hearts &c they tore themselves away
I
as always 10 suggest TO me the wall
Of lost souls. And, with all this, con-
slider that these boys and girls We're
bidding eoodby TO hardship and want
snd coming 10 q land where fortune
and prosrer1ty almost surely awaited
them, and YOU may infer the love of the
irish for their home and their own. and
the bare brown hills and the humble
Z hearth. I remember once on q dTeaTy,
miserable February dsYbreak, when
awaiting the first train at the railway
/ terminus in the mountains Of my Done
/ gal. 2 big. rough strong young man ar
rived. laden down with bundles, and
three girls, his sisters, with him. He
/ came 10 nut them on the train for
I Derry. en- route to the states.
Then another man. q fine tall. 1.-the.
( oDen-countenanced, but sad-eyed fell
/ low. arrived with his daughter. a hand
some young girl Of 20. He carried her
I DOrtmeuteau. The morning, with its
I soaking, nnizziing rain, was not more
/ foy!orn or dispiriting than were these
+ two little parties. While they waited
/ for the train II get in order, I observed
/ the man pluck his daughter by the
sleeve. and she followed him to a corner
{ Of the platform /, apparently absorbed
I BY other matters. gtO0d close by He
unbuttoneG his vest and drew out a
spare purse saying: