The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1903-02-07

and the grass grew over the places.
Yolt will see here and there cIump
ar row of trees. They mark where the
farm houses used to stand. The houses
were leveled and the walls that enclose
the road we are on were built OF stones
that once sheltered evicted tenants.
1t was CHASTITY. 1 began 10 see the
marks of devastation everywhere. ne
fields on every side were SCARED with
+he green ridges. as though the whip
of oppression had left great welts on
the surface of the land. In two or three
places we came upon the crumbnng
ruins of houses, which for some reason
had not been carried away. There was
one of which the four walls still stood,
with the chimney. though the roof had
disappeared years ago. We could sun
trace the outlines of the little garden
and the remnants of a stable. hare
scampered away as l peered though
q gaming hole where there had been a
The family that lived there had
fifty acres of good land said Mr.
Fitzeibbon. They were evicted be-
cause the landlord wanted the land TO
add to his grazing ranch. All of them
went to America"
1t would only be drawing Out a
wearisome tale to describe the rest Of
our trip. Twelve miles southeast Of
Castlerea we crossed the railroad and
entered an avenue of great trees. Half
way up the avenue we met party or
men in knickerbockers and women IN
furs. They were members of a shoot
ing party occupying Donamon Castle
which we saw further on. 1t was a
fine old gray building. with view OF
miles of green country.
This is a fair example of absentee
landlordism," said Mr.. Fitzgibbon
This is the estate of Sir George Caul-
field-11 900 acres, rent roll about $40
900 a year The good land is let to
grazers-the poor land to small tenants.
The owners have not lived here for
sixty years. The castle and woods are
let to shooting parties during the sea-
SON.
AS we drove through the winding
roads, with thick woods on either side,
the game was evident enough. But L
do not think it proper to call the hunt
ing of it sport. Hares darted through
the brush, grouse could be seen in the
glades, and 1 counted half a dozen
gorgeous pheasants that could not be
frightened even by the rafting of the
car.
We passed Kilbegnet. turned north.
skirted the tiny hamlet of Crosswell
and so reached a place called Gllnsk.
Here there was another relic of Irish
Ireland. On the side of hill was the
gray ruin of a big house, known, of
course, as a castle. 1t had belonged
to the Burkes, 1 was told. fine old
family of the county. There were
about 10000 acres. The Burkes were
good landlords. But they became en-
barrassed financially at the time of the
great famine, and the estate was sold.
1t was bought by Pollock, "the arch
evictor," and LOO tenants were turned
out of their homes. 1 shall tell more
of Pollock later.
A few miles more of the empty
ranches. then a few miles across boys
that seemed to stretch to the horizon.
1t was nearly o'clock. and the sun
had set long ago. A new moon made
the road white. and showed the bog
MISUNDERSTANDING with frost. Befriend-
ed by the darkness, Policeman Reilly
pedaled along close to the rear of the
car, whistIing softly to himself, for his
ride was nearly over. So we passed
through the quiet street of BALTIMORE
and on to Castelerea. At Mr. Fftzgib-
bon's door we climbed down, stiff and
cold