The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1903-10-31
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Copyright, 1903. by John A. Black)
on the steep road out of Macroon
toward Inchigeela We passed groups OF
farmers going nome from the market
The men walked up the hill, discussing
The days doiags; the "ould woman,
and maybe a chick or two. sat in th-
cart: now and then a halt was made
lie take up some lone walker with hei
heavy basket. Getting an old lady OF
ten or fifteen stone up on an Irish cart
is a somewhat awkward performance
and required considerable boosting
from the men, who grappled with the
problem with less ceremony and deli
cacy Of touch than is usual in handing
my lady to her carriage. The nine
miles ride took US through some pretty
scenery of the rougher sort, in which
hills and rocks predominate. There
are no villages and not many houses
TOR most OF the way. Castle Masters.
rear InchiCeela. stands in a fine old
grove on the Lee. and is where the
O'Learys saw better times in the good
cid days.
We were right glad TO get to Inchi-
Eeela. with its comfortable hotel. for
these Irish miles are so long and there
are so many hills to the milei 1t is
rather a poor looking little village, bur
the policeman told US that they We're
thrifty people, and most Of them had
money in the bank. The rent is low
on account Of the rough, hillY nature
Of the country: but it is good grazing
land. so they do well. 1t cures one or
any doubt he may have had about the
industry of the Irish people to so
through this and other parts OF Ire
To- ~ hon Id ,pf I'M
and farms. surrounded by wild, rocky
wastes. from which they have been re-
claimed by an outlay Of time and labor
almost inCalculable.
There was quite commotion in the
village, caused by the return Of some
young people who had gone cut to
America five years ago. There was
much handshaking and some kissing,
on the street. and many a welcome
back to Ireland" and no doubt some
siShs born Of feelings akin to covetous-
ness as the young people Of the village
admired the fine America clothes" on
the returned wanderers. and made eX-
travagant guesses at the number OF
American dollars in their pockets.
1t was Saturday evening. The set
ting sun had lit the altar fires on the
western hilltops: they were burning
low; day was dying; the last cart
had iolted homeward through the VII
Iage: the stiffness Of the coming Sab
Iath had settled down over hill and
valley. from out an open door here and
there came the clatter Of tongues, tell
ing Of fortunes or misfortunes in
America or of the marrying, and dy-
ing. and going out which made up
the past FIVE years Of Inchigeela's his
tory. The altar fires on the hilltops
nave gone out: candles are lit; and the
merrymaking begins. The old stories
are told again. and the old songs are
sung; the cheering cup goes round. to
charm back the bloom Of cheek and the
jollity of heart which five years OF
american life had blighted. That night
i'm Inchigeela was truly a night in
"ould Ireland', For she opened her
heart to US and let us get charming
glimpses of Irish life.
In the quiet OF the evening we could
hear the liberated donkeys as they
lifted up their voices on the hills and
IN the valleys. shouting their greetings
TO each other that Saturday night had
come and the day Of rest was at hand.
Put when on the morrow we saw him
between the heavy shafts. dragging has
great load to and from church, we We're
rot so sure that hn had good reason TO
rejoice on Saturday night This pa
tent, faithful little fellow is worthy Of
more attention than he gets. for he is
quite an important factor i'm Ireland
lie cannot be charged with lack of de-
liberation, which is said to be one of
The shortcomings Of his master: for
ne doth mediate day snd night be-
fore he lifts up his voice to proclaim
his conclusions: and then the poor fell
COW never gets any further than Hear
yei Hear ye," till he breaks down and
lapses into another brown study. He
evidently has something on his mind
which he is anxious to tell ali Ireland
about. but he gets too much embar-
r3ssed at the awful sound of his own
voice to go on; which proves that he
is not native Of Ireland, a s also does
his voice, for it is keyed to no sound
in Ireland. ] suspect that. at least.
Part Of the burden OF his mind is the
stick which his master carries and
uses so freely on the poor donkey's
back as he urges him along with his
Go along out Of that now!" at al
most every step.
Sunday morning we heard the tread
of heavy-booted feet on the hard road.
and, looking out. saw the street black
With men going 10 mass. They came
down from the hills and up from the
valleys; along the road. out of lanes.
and over the fields. mostly afoot till
Shey hlled the church to the doors
When the service was over It WIS