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Rambles in Eirinn
BY WILLIAM BULF1N
(CHE BUONO)
Second Imyrtss'w.i
Dublin
/v\ H. GILL & SON LTD :
238959
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
PAG*
lieturned from over seas — Trial spin on my Wexford
wheel— The Summer Glory of Ireland —Across the
Brosna River— Skirting North Tipperary— Ros-
crea and Mount Jo seph-* Interviewing- a
St.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
On —
the Connacht Plains A Land Laid Desolate —
Rath Croghan of Meave and Dathi Two Men —
—
Raving on a Wall The Sheep-crooks The —
—
Gentry and the People Sketches of a certain Re-
gatta ... ... ... ... ... 45
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
TAGZ
Tara of the Kings — The Croppies' Grave— The Lia
Fail— The Traces of Vanished Greatness — Cor-
mac Mac Art — The Flight of Diarmuid and
Grania— The Cursing of Tara— The Royal City
as it was. ... ... ... ... ... q6
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
PAGf-
—A Motor Cyclist comes to Grief Irish Ireland —
—
Marching- The Curragh of Kildare Knockallen, —
—
Finn and the Fianna The Gibbet Rath Bridgid —
the Great and the Neglected A Pleasant —
Country Side
" —
More Conciliation " Monastere- —
—
van An Irish Irelander. ... ... ... 175
CHAPTER X.
— —
Mon?sterevan Transit in Ireland Afforestation —
—
The Motor Cyclist Again Mountmellick The —
— —
Smiling Midlands Clonaslee The Motor Cyclist
Comes to Grief and Comments on Irish Road-
Making — The Armed Garrison— Kinnitty. ... 201
CHAPTER XI.
The Valley Lower Shannon From Aughrim
of the —
to Limerick —
Mountain and Lowland Children —
The Rim of the World Nenagh Town Dairy— —
—
Farming The Unharnessed, Idle, Beautiful
Shannon An— Exclusive —
Bodach Upholding
First Principles — Killaloe — Ancient Kincora —
Brian and Mahon — Castleconnell Rapids — Lime-
rick in the Gloaming. ... ... ... 216
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
P.U.E
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
In the Valley of the Inny—A Country
which Drops
—
into Poetry The Idle Rivers of Ireland Barons- —
town—Abbeyshrule— The Tinker Tribe—A Not-
able Discussion upon the Dramatic Work of Mr.
W. B. Yeats — The Country of the "
Rising of the
Moon " — "
Leo "
Casey's Singing River
"
Leo's —
" Heather" and
Songs."—By Derry "Leafy
Tang." 290
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
turn
Through Dublin and Wicklow—A Ride to Luggala —
—
Killiney— The Vale of Shanganagh The Self-
Glorification of John Maupas, deceased— The
Scalp — Enniskerry — Glencree — A Mountain
Herdsman —A Large Inheritance — Lough Bray —
The Sources of the Liffey— The Sally Gap— The
Glens —Wild Luggala— Back Through the Night. 322
CHAPTER XVIII.
CHAPTER XIX.
Cork— The Valley of the Lee—A Tolerably Old City
— —
Patron Saint Finn Barr the Holy Gou-
Its —
—
gane Barra Mediaeval Cork Patrick Street— —
—
The Covered Car On Patrick's Bridge The —
Irish Dress — —
Father Mathew Industry and Edu-
—
cation " The Bells of Shandon " Father Prout —
—"Paddy's Market "—The Cove of Cork ... 359
CHAPTER XX.
—
Over the Galtees From Tipperary to Mitchelstown —
A Select Driver—Up the Hills— The Golden Vale
— —
Cashcl of Cormac A Mountain Ravine The —
—
Glen of Aherlow The Select Driver's Authority
is set at Naught —
Through Aherlow A Climb —
to the Top of Galtymore —
An Intoxicating Mo-
— — —
ment Mitchelstown Fermoy Mallow of Davis. 384
X CONTENTS.
CHAPTER XXI.
PAGE
—
North-Western Leinster By Cloghan and Ballina-
—
houn to Athlone On the Bridge of Athlone —
—
Moate The Stranger Stops the Work of a whole
—
District The Rural Beauty of Westmeath Uis- —
nach —Hill Horseleap —
Bailymore The —
Inny
— —
River Into Annaly The Delirium of Speed —
Back Through Offaly—A Post Car Ride. ... 402
CHAPTER XXII.
— —
Clonmacnoise " Pattern " Day The Ancient Home
—
of St. Ciaran The Whispering Arch The Cross —
of Clonmacnoise —Spanning the Cross St. Cia- —
—
ran's Oratory Other Ruins —
The Round Towers
far Older than the Churches —
Story of St. Ciaran
— King Diarmuid and the Saint Love-making—
—
Amidst the Ruins The Blind Piper Home —
Through the Evening Glory. ... ... ... 425
CHAPTER XXIII.
L'ENVOI.
—
The Winter A Farewell Ride Over Frozen Roads —
—
The Silences of Erin The Mountain Sheep —
— —
Sliding An Affair of a Lasso Coursing "Come
—
Back Again." ... ... ... ... 44°
CONTENTS. xi
MAPS.
Districts of Lough Gill and the Connacht Plains,
facing page 32
The Westmeath Lakes, ... ... ,, ,, 76
From Uisnach to Tara, ... ... ,, ,, 80
From Dublin to the Shannon, ... ,, ,, 176
The Country of "Leo" Casey and Goldsmith, ,, 304
Dublin and Wicklow, ... ... ,, ,, 336
ILLUSTRATIONS.
Portrait of the Author. Frontispiece.
Lough Gill, facing page 17
O'Rourke's Table ... ... ... ... 44
"
The Smiling Midlands " — Farmstead under Croghan
Hill 74
Tara ... ... ... ... ... ... 96
Belfast ... ... ... ... ... ... 113
—
Dublin O'Connell Bridge ... ... ... 126
Derry ... ... ... ... ... ... 134
The Grianan of Aileach ... ... ... ... 144
—
Limerick The Treaty Stone ... ... ... 240
Vinegar Hill ... ... ... ... ... 268
"The Inhabitants of Auburn" ... ... ... 320
Glendalough ... ... ... ... ... 334
The Wicklow Hills near Luggala ... ... ... 336
Cork— Patrick's Bridge ... ... 368
Aherlow ... ... ... ... ... 394
—
Athlone The Bridge ... ... ... ... 410
Clonmacnoise ... ... ... ... ... 43 2
Winter in the Woodlands of Ely O'Carroll... ... 442
BABBLES IN EIRININ.
i.
—
Returned from over seas. Trial spin on my Wex-
—
ford wheel. The Summer glory of Ireland. —
Across the Brosna River. Skirting North —
—
Tipperary. Roscrea and Mount St. Joseph.
—
Interviewing a Beggarman. — Haymaking.
was hungry for a feast of the summer glory,
I
" "
It is morning now," said the saint, so begin at
once and write until sunset."
Dimma began to write, and the legend says that
the light of the sun did not cease to shine around
him for forty days and forty nights. By that time
the Book of Dimma was finished. One of the
Chieftains of Ely O'Carroll had a costly shrine
made, which to guard this beautiful manuscript.
in
When the monastery was suppressed the Book of
Dimma and its shrine were taken away by the
monks. Some boys who were out rabbit-hunting
found the book in 1789 in one of the crevices of
Devil's Bit Mountain. It passed into the possession
of a gentleman in Nenagh, and from him it went to
Dr. Todd, who presented it to Trinity College. The
old monastery in which it was written is a ruin, but
close to Roscrea is a splendid new monastery of the
Trappists, whose house at Mount Melleray is world-
famous.
Mount St. Joseph, the monastery near Roscrea,
is a most picturesquely situated place. It stands in
Bacon is bacon
And mutton is mutton,
Not bad to eat.
Bacon is bacon
And mutton is mutton,
But only beef is meat.
"
I only remember one more — the one he made
when he was dying. He made his servant lift him
up in the bed, so that he could look out into the
park and see the trees and everything. And says
he:
Farewell beef,
And the cabbage leaf,
Farewell mutton.
And farewell bacon,
Oh sweet Mount Heaton,
!
Yes," I said.
l You do. Have you come down
"
far in the world ?
"
Would you think, now, that I ever followed a
"
hunt ? he asked by way of reply.
"
Certainly."
"
Then, bedad, you're right, sir. So I did— many
a one, too. But I went on foot, you understand,
not on horseback."
" "
Oh, indeed !
Sligo, Drumahaire.
Had I hearkened to the oracular guidance of a
road book, edited by a West Briton, which had cost
me a shilling, I would have gone to Sligo by train,
for, according to the book, the road from Dublin
"
to Sligo is an uninteresting route and road in-
different." But a month's experience had taught me
that the most I could expect from this book was an
occasional piece of unconscious humour.
"
The " uninteresting route alluded to above is
really one of the most interesting in all Ireland.
It crosses the magnificent plain of Meath, passing
close to Tara. It takes you past scores of historic
The hills which face the city to the northward are very
beautiful, and beyond and above their fresh verdure
are the rocky heights that beat off the keen and angry
winds from the Atlantic. You ride down into the
streets from a hill which overtops the steeples, and
it is only when you come into the suburbs that
you
can see the bay. Clear and calm it looks from the
Ballysodare road, but, alas not a smoke cloud on
!
tell you that Queen Meave was buried there and not
—
a run of about twenty miles Irish miles, of course.
As you leave Sligo behind you and strike south-
ward in the direction of Boyle the country looks
bleak. It looks bleaker still as you wheel to the
left at a cross-roads outside the city. The land is
poor and the bare rock asserts itself over the cling-
"
of the English lake country And another parrot
!
" "
cry is Oh dear
! How
! like the Riviera You !
will meddle with it, even if they pass the way— and
take the path which winds steeply up between the
tree trunks at right angles to the road. The hart
tongues, and the tall fronds of the wood ferns, and
the wild violets and bluebells, brush your insteps:
the hazel branches rustle against your head and
shoulders, and the dried twigs snap under your
feet.