The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-03-30
GIANTS CAuSEWAY IN IRELAND MAKES
 UNIQUE IMPRESSION

Close. by the station at Portrush, a little seaside resort of the extreme north of Ireland, there ordinarily stands waiting a quaint little tram or trolley car, says writer in the Chris tian Science Monitor. The line over which this tram runs, from POrtrush along the coast to the Giants Cause way, is believed by many to have been the first electric tram line in the world, and the car in which the wri- ter made the trip only a few years ago might have been the first car ever us- ed on that line, so old-fashioned did it look, so narrow were its seats and so jerky was it's gait. Crossing the town. the tram is soon out in the open country where the strong winds blow the velds of grain which stretch al- most as far as the great cliffs above the sea. Peeping over the cliffs, you may see the narrow stretch of white, white sand on which there are some times rocks of strange shapes. Form ed from one rock is almost a perfect profile of a mans head with the dash ing foam so placed as to remind you of an old-time frilled shirt. Pres ently there comes into view, perched high on a prOmontory of black rock, the ruined castle of Dunluce. It's courtyards and fragments of walls and buildings, dating from the early part of the Sixteenth century, are sep arated from the mainland by a deep chasm about 20 feet across, the only approach to the castle being by a sin gle arch which is about two feet broad. Unless you are very venture some, you will not care to cross this giddy gap, which was of course, span ned in olden days by drawbridge. But then-the tram does not stop, in any case. This castle was once a very strong fortress, and you are not surprised to be told that it stood a nine months siege in the year 1584. After Sir Walter Scott visited this cas- tie, he referred to it in his diary as ''the ruins of an establishment of feudal grandeur, on a large scale.'' 1t is really much like those castles which you have read of in story books; they always stand either on a prOmontory or on an immense hill and they usual ly have four turrets from which ban ners are streaming. You surely re- member how they look.
 A short ride beyond Dunluce and it Is time to alight at the Giants Causeway station, not far from the hotel which stands in an open field and has a glorious view of the sea but not so much as a glimpse of the Causeway itself. By that time you are probably so impatient that you throw down your luggage, swallow your luncheon hurriedly and are very impatient with the grown persons of your party who must finger to buy sticks with iron points, to aid them in clambering over the slippery rocks below And then at last you are off. Escaping the troublesome guides who poster all tourists with offers to show them what they can perfectly we'll see for themselves - and who want to take them out in boats when it is far safe to stay on land, such is the usual state of the ocean swell you slip and slide along down a steep path which seems to be taking you straight into the sea-
 Of course you have connected the Giants Causeway with giants, both because of the name and because you have often read the story of Finn Mo Cool and Cuchulin, the. Scotch and Irish giants, who built the Causeway |. in order that they might meet and