The daily sentinel., 1913-07-10

A door is opened at the side and
about ten people are comfortably
seated facing each other. Our party
Is congenial and we enjoy the novel
ty and the ever-inereasing beauty of
the country as We go to Cork. Beau
tiful wild flowers grow in profusion
all kinds-some with which We are
familiar and more that We are not.
No grass could be greener and no
land more completely covered by that
green.
Our small engine pulled our small
cars along the River Lee. famous in
Irish song. The daylight is not
short lived. and the twilight is most
enjoyable. You do not need light
until s:3O-it is almost daylight un.
Ii. then: and night does not come
until almost 10 o'clock.
II was half past 8. but still so
much like daytime that We boarded
a trolley car. going on top-all tour
lists do. you see them everywhere.
The cars stop anywhere you signal
them, the door is on the left side,
and you climb n winding stair to
reach the top. This is a narrow
gauge road. coming back exactly over
the route you go.
Everywhere you see the two
wheeled cart, surely typical of this
country. The native speaks and it
is with difficulty that We understand
him; but all are obliging and anX-
lous to please.
Today a greater pleasure was in
store for us-a ride to Blarney castle
in jaunting car, which has two
wheels and you view the scenery from
the side. We call IL scenery, for
there are not sufficient words avail
able to speak of II in other terms.
We rode tor iolted) through a part
OF the city and passed into a beauti-
full roadway lined with walls of ce-
ment and sometimes stone. These
walls are overgrown in many places
with beautiful ivy. ferns and wild
flowers.
The roads are in excellent condi-
ton, and, as we go out into the
country. charming and picturesque
views are seen on every side. The
country is hilly, and away back the
fields, cut off by green hedges and
walls, covered with grasses and flow
ers, form background, with clear
streams. great trees. pasture land.
broken-down walls and ruins over
grown with MOSES and vines, add
beauty to the way; and, as we climb
toward Blarney castle we wonder If
there could be a more delightful spot.
Blarney castle. which was built in
the 18th century. is yet well built.
There are more than 100 steps to
climb to reach the top. from which
one can see for miles around the
country. Then, to one side is the
famous Blarney stone. In order to
kiss this stone, visitors have to lie on
their backs with someone holding
their feet, and then, with their hands
grasping two iron rods, they lower
themselves head downward through
an opening high above the ground
and reach outside the wall to kiss
the stone. He who kisses the Blar-
ney stone grows eloquent"
We could not leave Ireland with
out searching for shamrocks, and no
better place than Blarney castle can
be found for this purpose.
Our journey back took us past the
tweed mills and the homes oil the
mill people. Their homes are not so
picturesque nor beautiful; the people
are very poor and poorly clad. Many
of the houses have matched roofs
low cottages the roofs OF which are
covered with straw that has grown
brown in the weather. Many sheep
and goats are seen, and we pass carts
that are laden with wool. Groups of
natives are seen in the bogs, turning
up the peat and carting it away for
fuel. 1t was gray day-no sun and
neither any rain. The weather sure
ly has been ideal.
This afternoon we reached Glen
gariff. We rode in very comforta-
Bile car, or rather part of n car, again.
for the cars are divided into com