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Killarney

Killarney

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Transcriber's Note

Some illustrations were uncaptioned in the original. The transcriber has used the captions from the list of illustrations for the convenience of the reader. These captions are in {braces}.

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Killarney

By
Mary Gorges

London
Adam & Charles Black
Soho Square W
1912


{THE UPPER LAKE.}

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

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