the Fenians "up the country" gave him similar advice. But it was the rule with this youth, says the story, to do exactly the reverse of whatever he was advised to do. He was proud of his own prowess, and had with him three dogs which he fancied were invincible. Accordingly he sought the monster in his den, which was situated on a hillock near the head of the Glenmore, about three miles from the modern Glenties. The encounter began here, and was continued by the heads of the glens on towards Lough Finn. Confident that any one of his dogs should be a match for the boar, the FearGowan first slipped one, which after a bloody struggle was left dead on the moor. He then let loose a second, which was killed also; and then his last and best dog was slipped to the contest, soon to be torn to pieces, like the others, by the infuriate animal, which now attacked the giant himself. The FearGowan bravely defended himself, retreating the while over mountain and moor, till at length the combatants, struggling down the steep sides of Aghla, were brought to a stand on the eastern bank of Lough Finn. The boar was proving too many for the giant, who now began to shout lustily for his sister, and his great voice shook the mountains for miles around. The sister heard him, and came speedily over the hills towards Lough

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Finn, filling her apron as she advanced with large stones that lay along her path. By the time she reached Lough Finn her brother and the boar were both prostrate. He was able to call, but, owing to the echoes of the mountains, she mistook the point whence the shouts proceeded. At a place where the lake was not deep she waded across, but when she got to the other side the voice seemed to come from the side she had left, and when she returned, the voice again seemed to issue from the opposite side; and thus was she kept crossing and re-crossing that luckless lake, till at last the cries of her brother becoming fainter and fainter, and the echoes gradually dying out, she succeeded in reaching the spot. There lay the boar dead on the ground, and near it the Fear-Gowan, a mass of torn flesh. The sister, exhausted by her wild efforts to relieve her brother and her anguish of mind, sank down beside him, and both died about the same moment. Her name was Finna; hence the name of Lough Finn.

The eighth mile brings the tourist to Finntown, "a small village beautifully situated on the banks of Lough Finn," where a Catholic chapel, resting on a slope that rises from the water's edge, a police barrack and a few cottages, with a piece of young plantation, make altogether a fine Highland picture.

* Murray.

On the opposite side of the lake rise the steep cliffs of Scraigs, (1410 feet,) bare and weather-beaten. This lake is the source of the river Finn, which flows eastward by Ballyboffey and Stranorlar, where it spreads into a beautiful river, and uniting with the Mourne at Lifford, flows on to Derry.

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From Finntown to Ducarry the distance is four miles, and the road abounds in all the incident of rocky defile, steep hill, and mountain tarn. carry possesses many attractions both for the general tourist and for the angler, but it lacks that one indispensable attraction of every such resort, an hotel. Here is the fishery depot of the Gweebarra, which is a good salmon fishery. The tide comes up to this place.

From Ducarry the road follows the course of the Owenwee river up the valley of the Gweebarra, which soon becomes a fine mountain pass. The sixth mile from Ducarry brings you into the lone region of Lough Barra. The lough itself is a small sheet of placid water, black as ink, with a margin of beautiful golden sand, contrasting finely with the dark waters of the lake. Two torrents, one of which is called Schruhan-Crolee, and the other Scardangle, come headlong down the steep side of Slieve Snaght, forming two pretty waterfalls, which are visible from the road, and may easily be approached.

If the visitor be a fair pedestrian, he may enjoy a few hours' exciting mountaineering by ascending Slieve Snaght, which is more easily climbed than Errigal, and affords almost the same marvellous wealth of prospect far and wide. He should keep along the crest of the mountains, a pathless course on which the history of many a storm is written, till he stands over the Poisoned Glen, the view of which will amply repay him for the fatigue of the excursion. It is a deep vale, guarded by frowning precipices, so savage and so lonely that the visitor is not likely soon to forget this wild mountain recess. On the right, Glenveagh lies beneath his feet, and the tourist should now descend to regain the road in the valley.

From Lough Barra the road ascends between Slieve Snaght and Crockbrack till the watershed is reached, and then descends into Glenbeagh,* or Glenveagh, the road to the right leading to Letterkenny. The tourist may here consult his map with advantage, for from this point he will gain a clear idea of the physical arrangement of the Highland district of Donegal. The great pass that traverses Donegal from the Gweebarra to the Mulroy Bay is now, to a great extent, under his eye. Almost parallel to this is the vale from Glenties up to

* Properly Glen Beagha, i.e., the glen of the birch trees.

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On the southern side of the Glendowan range on his right is the valley in which repose the waters of the beautiful Gartan Lough, and again behind the Derryveagh range on his left is the pass opening on Gweedore, both nearly parallel to Glenveagh. As you begin to descend your attention is attracted by glimpses of the narrow strip of water, "still and deep," enclosed between the precipitous sides of the Derry veagh and Glendowan mountains, like the "deep Trossach,"

"So wondrous wild, the whole might seem
The scenery of a fairy dream.”*

On the left are Staghall, (1599,) then Croagh-naSaggart, then Dooish, (2147,) the highest point in the whole range, and further down is Saggart-naDooish, ending with Kingarrow at the entrance of the glen below. On the right are Farscallop, Kinnaveagh, (1270,) and Altachoastia, (1737.) The eagle still frequents this wild region. At the head of the lake are a police-barrack and a cottage, “the residence of J. Adair, Esq., whose proceedings in the eviction of his tenants obtained considerable and somewhat unenviable notoriety."+

The Rev. Cæsar Otway has left the following sketch of Glenveagh :-"We proceeded to Glen+ Murray.

* Scott.