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Title: On an Irish jaunting-car through Donegal and Connemara
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Bayne, Samuel G. (Samuel Gamble), 1844-1924
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Publisher: New York, London, Harper
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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long, romantic - looking LoughInagh down to Recess, where we put upat the best hotel we had found since westarted. ACHILL ISLAND I AM writing this from memory andwithout notes, so I may be pardoned forhaving forgotten to introduce in its prop-er place our trip to Achill Island, one ofthe most interesting of our experiences.I shall start by saying that we crossedover to the island at its nearest point tothe main-land, and, taking our seats on along public car which stood in readi-ness, we were pulled by two immensehorses the thirteen miles to the village ofDugort at a steady pace that never slack-ed up for the entire distance. It rained,but the car was plentifully supplied withtarpaulins, which were strapped roundus in artistic style, and so we arrived atthe Slievemore Hotel dry but benumb-ed. Mine host of the Slievemore, oneCaptain Sheridan, is perhaps the best-known Boniface in the west of Ireland. Theiridescent splendor of his imagination,his contempt for detail, and his facility78
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ACHILL ISLAND in escaping when cornered, place himon a plinth so high that compared withhim, Baron Munchausen would seem tobe a practical monument of truth andaccuracy; indeed, the Baron is his onlyrival in all the years that have gone tomake up history. He greeted us with:J saw you coming; knew by your looksyou were the real thing, and wired for aten-pound salmon/ We were stiff and cold after the wetdrive, and asked for a nip of Irish whiskey. Bad luck to it, anyhow, I havent a dropin the house, but my team is hauling acask of Powers Best from the main-land. But I have Scotch/ boys, as isScotch; not a headache in a hogsheadof it! So we had the substitute, and,upon our asking its age, he started inrather modestly at five, and when wegave him a drink quickly raised it to tenyear old. Before the evening was over,he told us, in a confidential whisper, thatthe prime - minister had been his guestsome time before and had pronounced ittwenty, so he did not know how oldit really was —we mus

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