The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1920-01-08

But the boys, to the eyes of a stranger
looked bleak, one must confess
Every mile of the way beyond Killorg
those sombre brown sears which mark
where the apparently exhaustless peat
is being. cut; and now, between Cahir
civeen and Wateville these peat ex-
cavatiOns were almost continuous. Be
hind the boys rose long. empty hills.
grey with powders or tinted here and
there with the purple of bell heather.
For some miles now we 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 Tough Currane lying a mere POO
yards or 800 yards inland. Waterville
has its terrace of pink villas, housing
the cable staff; but it also owns a 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 a really satisfactory one, and
N4lndl. VI OuI
who paused to patronize the salmon
and sea-trout fishing on Tough Cur
rane were enthusiastic in their unan-
imous decision to return and make n
longer Sojourn. The Tough, certainly
is one of the most beautiful I have
ever had the fortune to behold. Our car,
| 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 .arn known as
| Coppal lake. Fishers who ply their
craft in such scenery are indeed to
| be enyied.
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, l hereby announce to those who
have not heard of it before, is one
of the most glorious stretches of sen
and mountain scenery in Europe.
know the Corniche on the Riviera,
have motored the new Italian roads
above the Venetian plain, and also
between Valona and Santi Quaranta
in Albania, and / can seriously assert
that the view which abruptly unfolded
before us at the summit of Cooma-
ksta, though slightly smaller in size
than the celebrated ones l have men
toned, beats them all for sheer love
illness and in the subtlety of what
artists would call its composition.
Before US lay Darrynane bay, with
its complicated contours, its endless
islands round which the Atlantic roll
erS were Dreaming, its delicious coVe>
of yellow sands, its huge woods, it>
: grand encircling rocks and broken sky
line. The car drew up without any
order being given to our chauffeur. 1
was as though he felt that this tribute
must be made to the extraordinary
5 vision which had burst on us in thi:
. dramatic fashion. We stayed silent. b.
the stone dixie which fenced US from
; the deep declivity, and gazed ant
5 gazed. 1t all seemed too exquisite to b.
/ true. And Darrynane, when at las
we came 10 lI--luE VIC an dSlStu, INV
I that we must leave the main higl
: road and look more closely at thi
1 wonderful Darrynane-was like plac
, in fairy story. Just one small inn
: empowered in flowers (for the Stop
4 is southerly, and we are on the Gul
b stream) no other houses excep
a one, that of the Liberator O'Connell'
:, family: and, spread out, as smooth a
y velvet, sheltered sands for bathers q
Y any should GOMEZ; and rocks wit
: pools of waving seaweed and amen
Y ones; and deep coves in which has
d and pollock could be caught in score
o by the merest tyro; and, to crown al
Il magnificent lobster tea at the in
r aforementioned Wen, we'll! To thin
Y that Darrynane, sleepy and bewitci
$. ing, exists on the same planet as Pat
= dington!