tus, the secure retreat of the sea bird, and the heron. And again we passed under an island, a smooth and complete flat, unbroken by tree or shrub, consigned to the herring fisher as the convenient position for drying his nets. As we thus careered along, we saw a pleasure boat under weigh—a very pretty vessel, gallant and gay in the full trim of her appointments. Scarce was there a breath of wind to raise her lagging sail; and slowly indeed it made progress, as if instinct with reluctance to leave her beauteous roadstead, and launch into the wider expanse of Bantry Bay. At length, as it just came opposite a wooded point that headed out into the bay, we observed that she ceased to work forward, and we could distinguish the helmsman preparing to put about. "O yes! you do well to put about," cried one of the lively inmates of Glengariff Castle, "the lovely Betsy is not gone from us yet-back she must go to her old moorings. She has got

into the bog, and not one fathom farther will

she get this day."

"And what is the bog?"

"Oh! that part of the bay which stretches in a strait line across from yonder pointthat's the bog-an unlucky place: if a vessel is becalmed in any part of the bay it is sure to be there; her anchor drags if she anchors there; there is no take of fish in it; nets are torn-boats upset-men drowned: it is an unlucky place." "And what's the matter with it? why should the shore be unlucky, of that lovely point, wooded almost to the water's edge ?" "Why this is what ails it-it is the fairies' pass. The king of the fairies makes this part of the bay his high-road, when tired of hunting and dancing through the hills of Muskerry and Ivelearagh, he chooses to change his quarters, and go into Bear; and often just at hollantide, when the herrings are shoaling into the bay, this little queer king, with a leather hunting cap on his head, comes to yonder point, and crying 'tallyho,' he and thousands upon thousands of tiny green men, riding upon little grey horses, are observed dashing across the water, as if it was

firm land, and up they go in the light of the moonbeams to Slieve Goul, in a wild, riotous, rushing rout. Bad luck to the poor fisher that is out on the water that night: it's little chance he has for one week after that. If the whole bay was swarming with herrings, he knows he has no business to go looking after them."

“One night in this way, Florence O'Donohoe was a fishing, and its not many years ago -October never gave a brighter or more promising hour for a take of fish ;—the herrings cast up a shining from the deep, as if they desired to outdazzle the moonbeams. All was still and quiet, except here and there you could hear betimes the plunging of a porpoise. It was Florence's first night to be out, and he had just taken a fine cod, and as it was the first-fruits of his fishing, with all due solemnity, he spit into its mouth for luck— taking also care to make a sign of the cross on the hook, for grace, before he cast it out again. Thus all was well and promising-when of a sudden he heard the shrill tally

ho,' that sounded as clear as if it came through a silver pipe; and looking up he saw a troop of the little green men, mounted on cattle not bigger than cats, waving their hunting caps over their heads, and dashing from the point across the water, cantering away ́over the sea as if it had been a Curragh or a hill side. Florence drew in all his hookshe pulled up all his nets, and putting back to land, he went home sorrowful enough to his cabin. And what was worse than all, he dare not give his soul the satisfaction of casting one hearty curse after the green king of the good people, as he rode in his riot up the side of Slieve Goul. Therefore, let no one venture, while the fishermen are out in Glengariff bay, to cry tallyho'-for the moment that dangerous word is uttered, every man puts about, and gives up fishing."

As we passed a cove into which there was an entrance from the sea by a narrow strait, Mr. W. said, "You may talk of your sports, hunting, and shooting, and of your coming home in the evening with your bag full of

grouse or partridge; but commend me to the sporting I had here one day, when we had game worthy of Gargantua, and a day's sport that the king of Brobdignag would not have despised. Just after breakfast one morning not many years ago, one of my people came running up to me in breathless haste, ‘O,Sir, come down to us; bring all your guns, powder and ball; a whole herd of whales are in the bay, and one of them is already aground.' Accordingly I went down with all my guns and ammunition; and certainly found a whale of the bottle-nose species aground, or rather entrapped in the narrow pass at the mouth of this cove. We fired until we despatched it, and then with ropes and boat-hooks drew him to shore. He was succeeded by another, (for they all seemed to follow the leader,) which was despatched in the same way; and thus thirty-three of them were secured and many a pound the poor fellows of the neighbourhood made by the oil, &c. which was obtained by this day's shooting."

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