The Newark journal., 1919-12-04

But the bogs, to the eyes of q stranger, looked bleak, one must confess. Every mile of the way beyond Killorg- lin we had not been out of sight Of those sombre brown sears which mark where the apparently exhaustless peat is being cut; and now, between Cahir civeen and Waterville these peat ex- cavations were almost continuous. Be hind the bogs rose long, empty hills, grey with powders or tinted here and there with the purple of bell heather. For some miles now VIC had been out of sight of the sea but, descending slope we came in view of it again, and of the jolly little town of Water vile, situated so sweetly on Ballins- kelligs bay, with the famous fresh water Lough Currane lying a mere 200 yards or 300 yards inland. WateryilIe has it's terrace of pink villas, housing the cable staff; but it also owns few hotels, and at one of these we were eXcellently housed. Irish hotels not be- ing all they might be- one is glad to find really satisfactory one, and
 
 who paused to patronize the salmon and sea-trout fishing on Lough Cur rane were enthusiastic in their unan- imous decision to return and make longer sojourn. The tough, certainly is one of the most beautiful 1 have ever had the fortune to behold. Our ear, on the good advice of the hotel pro- prietor, turned aside and explored the valley in which the tough lies, going as far as that dreamy tarn known as Coppal lake. Fishers who ply their craft in such scenery are indeed to be envied.
 Some Glorious Scenery.
 But the best was yet in store for us. Returning to the main road and leaving pleasant Waterville in our rear, we began the ascent of the Coo makista pass, Now, the Coomakista pass, I hereby announce to those who have not heard of it before, is one of the most glorious stretches of sea and mountain scenery in Europe. l know the Corniche on the Riviera, l have motored the new Italian roads above the Venetian plain, and also between Valona and Santi Quaranta | in Albania. and 1 can seriously assert that the view which abruptly unfolded before us at the summit of Cooma- kista though slightly smaller in size than the celebrated ones I have men, toned, beats them all for sheer love- liness and in the subtlety of what artists would call its composition.
 Before Us lay Darrynane bay, with it's complicated contours, it's endless islands round which the Atlantic roll CTS were creaming, it's delicious coYes of yellow sands, it's huge woods, its grand encircling rocks and broken sky l line. The car drew up without any order being given to our chauffeur. It was as though he felt that this tribute must be made to the extraordinary vision which had burst on us in this dramatic fashion. We stayed silent, by the stone dike which fenced us from the deep declivity, and gaZed and gazed. It all seemed too exquisite to be true. And Darrynane, when at last we came to it-for we ali agreed, now, that we must leave the main high road and look more closely at this wonderful Darrynane-was like place in fairy story. Just one small inn embowered in flowers (for the slope is sautherly. and we are on the Gulf stream)-and no other houses except one, that of the Liberator O'Connell's family; and, spread out, as smooth as velvet, sheltered sands for bathers Cir any should come) and rocks with pools of waving seaweed and anem- ones; and deep coves in which bass and pollock could be caught in scores by the merest tyro; and, to crown all a magnificent lobster tea at the inn aforementioned. Well, well To think that Darrynane, sleepy and bewitch- ing, exists on the same planet as Pad dington!