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قراءة كتاب Killarney
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Killarney
By
Mary Gorges
London
Adam & Charles Black
Soho Square W
1912
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | The Glamour of Killarney | 5 |
| II. | The Road through the Gap: Its Memories and its Ruins | 11 |
| III. | The Lakes and the Mountains | 23 |
| IV. | Muckross | 33 |
| V. | Ross, Innisfallen, and the Lower Lake | 38 |
| VI. | The Killarney Folk | 49 |
| VII. | The Fairies—and Farewell! | 56 |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
BY FRANCIS S. WALKER, R.H.A.
| 1. | The Upper Lake | Frontispiece |
| FACING PAGE | ||
| 2. | The Gap of Dunloe on a Stormy Day | 9 |
| 3. | The Head of the Gap of Dunloe | 16 |
| 4. | At the Foot of Mangerton Mountain | 25 |
| 5. | O’Sullivan’s Punchbowl | 27 |
| 6. | Muckross Lake and Glena Mountain | 30 |
| 7. | Muckross | 32 |
| 8. | The Island of Innisfallen | 43 |
| 9. | In a Typical Cottage | 46 |
| 10. | Mountain Homes of the Killarney District | 49 |
| 11. | Cutting Peat from the Bog | 56 |
| 12. | The Eagle’s Nest, Killarney | On the cover |
KILLARNEY
CHAPTER I
THE GLAMOUR OF KILLARNEY
Killarney—in Irish “the Church of the Sloes”—though but a small town, is, owing to its position, the centre from which the wondrously lovely scenery of the district may best be explored, a district which has been described as “the Mecca of every pilgrim in search of the sublime and beautiful in Nature—the mountain paradise of the West.” Yet if the magical softness of shimmering wave and wooded isle, the glory of their colouring, the ineffable peace which broods over hill and vale, tempt the summer visitor to think that Paradise could not be fairer, there are dark glens, frowning mountains, and sombre passes, which but too vividly remind the beholder that on earth must the shadow always follow the sunshine, the minor note of sadness be heard, that even in this enchanted spot has the war-cry many a time been sounded, and men have wreaked their fierce passions and poured out their blood, and women, stricken to the heart, have suffered and died under these tender skies. The ruined castles tell their own story.
To analyze the charm of Killarney Vale is impossible. It is the very region of romance, and one to which fairy legend and ghostly tale seem to fit themselves better than do the



