The daily sentinel., 1913-07-14
LOCAL GIRLS CHARMED
BY THE LOVELY LAKES
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day so said our guide.
The Shadow valley. where the sun
does not shine during the three
months Of winter, came next. into
view; then Echo lake. near which and
at numerous other points in the gap
there are superb echoes which are
ensily aroused. and as many peasants
to awaken them, each asking for n
fee for having done so. Even the
moving-picture man was found there,
and the amateur photographer.
Black Stream lake, whose waters
are nearly black and from which
there is no visible outlet, was crossed
on the Wishing bridge. He who
wishes while on that bridge and
keeps IL secret for "a hours will
surely have his wish come true.
| There was much Irish heather;
and, on the mountain tops, it was
being burned, that new grass might
grow with which to feed the sheep.
BY this time we had reached our
carriages, and again we were sur
rounded by peasants asking for
penny hali-penny or six pence.
The description of Killarney could
not be complete without speaking OF
the peat bogs. Numerous and un-
slightly, we saw them on every trip.
Fields of what looked TO us like sod,
upturned and piled brick-like in
shape into great mounds, ready for
market, was the peat. Ii is allowed
to dry for three weeks and then is
sold Tor fuel, burning as soft coal
would.
And the town crier-the ambles
along, an interesting object as he
rings a huge bell and then announces,
a book is lost. with gilt letters on
the back, and a suitable reward is
offered. He also announces that the
football game, played today between
Kerry county and Lough county
.he north and the south of Ireland
and which decides the champion team
of Ireland, has been won by Kerry
county. At this little fellows and
older folks shout and dance and in
their native tongue rejoice, for this
IS considered a great victory.
impossible to grasp the entire
beauty, another day allows time to
7isit Abbey castle, ivy covered and in
ruins. Up high in one corner is an
opening, where II is said hermit,
that he might ease his conscience for
a crime committed, spent ten years
in solitude. Sagacious hermit to
choose where charm was irresistible
and beauty unsurpassed. In the
midst of the castle stands yew tree
500 years old aud planted when the
casle was built. 1t is still beautiful
and grand
Coming back, we got our last view
of the beautiful lakes, hoping we
would never forget them. We passed
tropical plants of many kinds, palm
trees, ferns and fields of the roses of
Sharon ready to burst into bloom.
The soil is of no depth, but the con-
stant rains cause luxuriant growth.
1 me yew trees can be seen growing
on the tops of rocks, the roots bare
and reaching along the ground in
search of moisture. Other great trees
whose trunks and limbs were hidden
with heavy moss. hillsides strewn
with rocks of picturesque wildness,
more trees of gIistening holly, oak
and elm, their leaves appearing
waxed they glistened so. and endless
fields of buttercups were seen every
where. From every crevice in an
cient walls and ruins dropped flow
ering plants and beautiful ivy, each
roughness concealed by myrtle and
moss
Tomorrow takes us to Dublin. Has
ireland more beauty and grandeur to
offer2
AGNES DODSON.
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