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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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is requisitein arranging for and selecting a car, asmany of them are old and worn out. PORT SALON TO DUNFANAGHY LEAVING Rathmullen, John, our driver,took us a short cut over the Glenalla Moun-tains to Port Salon, through Mr. Hartsdemesne of fine timber. As we drove along,our interest was excited by the masses offurze to be seen on all sides. This shrubgrows about five feet high and is thicklycovered with sharp, dark-green pricklesand innumerable flowers of the brightestyellow known to botanists. Its popularname is whin, and it is extensivelyused as food for their horses by the farm-ers, who pound the prickles into pulp ina stone trough, and when so prepared thehorses eat them with great relish. Whins grow all over the north of Ireland in wildprofusion, and the startling blaze of theirbright yellow bloom may be seen for miles ;to those not accustomed to their beautythey are a most interesting novelty. After driving about twelve miles throughthis kind of country, we arrived at Colonel14
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PORT SALON TO DUNFANAGHY Bartons handsome hotel on the bluffsof Lough Swilly, at the point where itopens into the Atlantic. I can hardlydescribe the beauty of this spot—its hard,yellow strand, its savage mountains cov-ered with blooming heather, its sapphiresea in strong contrast to the deep, richgreen pines. The Atlantic was boominginto the numerous caves that line bothsides of the lough, and so seductive wasthe influence of this sound that at ourfirst view we lay down, tired and happy,in the deep heather, and fell asleep foran hour, undisturbed by fly, mosquito, orgnat. A British iron-clad was anchoreda little above, which gave a note of dis-tinction to the charming scene; we weretold it was the celebrated Camperdown,that did the ramming in the Mediterraneandisaster. We stayed overnight, and made an ex-cursion next morning to the SevenArches/ This is a short and interestingtrip, about a mile and a half north of thehotel. Here is a series of fine cavernsscooped out of the limestone

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