The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-04-23

Copyright. 1sos. by w. @. Chapman.)
Where are now the lakes of XII.
larney there was. long ago, a peaceful
pastoral country with green fields and
fiocks and herds and blissful-hearted
inhabitants living in enjoyment of the
fruits. and the beauties of this happy
valley. In the valley was well that
never went dry. This well was kept
covered by a slab and when water
was drawn from 1t the slab must al
ways be placed above again-other-
wise, the people were warned, the re-
suit would be evil.
A girl, while In the act of drawing
water. was visited by her lover, who
had tramped over the mountains to
see her. Rejoiced at the unexpected
visit. she, leaving her can by the well
and the well uncovered, wandered
away with him and sat down. Both
lover and beloved were very soon
overtaken and drowned by the raging
waters that arose from out of the un.
covered well. The waters continued
rising and roaring till all of the great
valley was filed with three lakes, and
fiocks. herds and inhabitants had per-
ished-and thus began the Lakes Of
Killarney.
It is hardly true, though, to say that
the inhabitants and their fiocks per-
isbed. They still live in an enchanted
land beneath the waters Of the lake;
and on lovely summer evenings
people at picturesque Aghadoe, over
looking the lower lake, have some
times seen the sunken valley rise up
20 the surface of the water, its inhabi-
tants dancing. frolicking and canaan
playing.
Aghadoe, by the way, seems to me
one Of the loveliest spots around the
lakes. 1t Is situated far up on a steep
and well-wooded hillside, from which
q charming, most extensive view Of
lake and wood and mountain and val
ley are to be obtained. Here are the
ruins Of an old church and the re-
mains Of an ancient graveyard, where
In many head that was once high
In Kerry now lies low.
Climbing up to Aghadoe through
the thick wood Is narrow, over
grown. and now disused, but green
and lovely little boreen that goes by
the name of Bothar-na-Marbh-th
way Of the dead-and whether this
means that it is the way by which
the dead were carried to the grave
yard or that by which the ghosts go
downward to the lake. do not know.
That charming Irish poet, DR.. John
Todhunter, celebrated Aghadoe in a
delightful poem from which l Gull a
few verses:
There's a glen in Aghadoe. Aghadoe.
There's a green and silent glade in
Aghadoe,
Where we met, my love and /. loves fair
planet in the sky.
Ger that sweet and silent glen in
Aghadoe.
There's a glen in Aghadoe. Aghadoe,
There's deep and secret glen in
Aghadoe,
Where / hid him from the eyes Of the
redcoats and their spies
That year the trouble came to Aghadoe.
For they tracked me to that glen In
wben ths nrics was nm nj, head in
Aghadoe.
Ger the mountain through the wood as
I stole to him with food,
" " A''s ''' 40 10y - N'
But they never took him living in Agha-
doe. Ashadoe.
WIN the bullets IN MS breast In AshA-
There he Law. the bead-my breast keeps
the warmth where once 'twould
rest
zone 70 WIN inc 'ra''ors so'o' i'o'''
walked to Mallow Town from Aghadoe.
Ashadoe,
Vusn. .h m,s nead from INC sao' e"''
Then covered him with fern, and piled
on him the cairn,
Like an Irish king ne sleeps IN
oe
oh. to creep into that cairn in Ashadoe.
Aghadoe.
There 70 rest upon his Dreast In
Sure your dog for Won could die with no
truer heart than I,
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