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water, some five or six miles away, is a pretty dell, called Dysert, where are the grass-grown remains of an ancient chapel, and a well of St Collum Cille, and where many touching traditions of the saint are told. Right above Dysert rises the rugged peak of Carnaween, which has a cromlech on its summit, and commands a magnificent view of the north-western coast of Donegal and the mountains away to the east and south. Crossing the Eanybeg bridge, the road ascends a long and tedious hill, with the huge mass of Binbane rising steeply on the right. Looking back, the traveller gets superb views from every point of the road, and, when the watershed is reached, his course is enlivened by constantly shifting panoramas of mountains as he journeys over these heathy heights, from which he descends into the valley of the Owentucker, a torrent which accompanies him down its rocky channel as far as Kilrain, where he joins the main route between Ardara and Glenties.
DONEGAL TO KILLYBEGS.
The route now coasts westwards along the Bay of Donegal. Crossing the Esk, the road passes through smiling fields and gardens, dotted with comfortable cottages, and at the end of the first mile descends upon a beautiful inlet of the sea, which is shallow, and therefore seen to best advantage at high water, when it looks an extensive inland lake, with low banks, green to the water's edge. Farther on, the road begins to ascend, and you slowly wind your way up to “Mountcharles, a large village, built on the side of a steep hill.”* Under the town is the Hall, a handsome residence belonging to the Marquis of Conyngham, and commanding a view to the south over an arm of Donegal Bay and the uplands of Tirhugh, and the mountains behind Lough Melvin. Two miles farther down is Salt Hill, (R. Russell, Esq.,) occupying a charming situation at the edge of the coast, which is here flat and highly cultivated.
Arrived at the top of the hill above Mountcharles, the view is fine, to whatever point of the compass you turn your eyes. You can survey, from a near point of view, Donegal Bay, which you have already seen from the high beaches of Bundoran and Kilbarron. In front of you is a mountain chain rising out of the sea to the west, which, beginning with Cronnarad, runs eastward, forming with Mulmussog, Binbane, Silver Hill, and Bluestack a semicircle terminating in Barnesmore. Looking back, you get a fine view of the Benbulben and Truskmore ranges to the south, and if the atmosphere is clear, you are able to trace the coast-line of the Connaught shores, far away to the south-west. Two or three miles to the right is Drumkeelin, the locality in which were found those fossil remains that have made the parish of Inver familiar to every student of geology and Irish archæology. Your route now lies down hill, giving off, to the right, a road to Glenties, traced under the excursion from Donegal to that place, to Inyer, where a church with a pretty spire, and two handsome residences, (Mr Sinclair's, and the Rev. Mr Carr's,) standing on the opposite sides of a river, with a few white cottages, all half hidden among trees, variously grouped, make a charming picture. The river is the Eanybeg, which rises some ten miles away to the right, among the steeps of Silver Hill. There is good sport for the angler on this river, when there is a “fresh,” or half flood, late in the
Half a mile up the river is a bit of romantic scenery at Bony-Glen. Crossing Inver bridge, a little beyond which a road is given off to Ardara, the route is over rather uneven ground; but, “notwithstanding the tediousness of those hilly roads, the tourist will rarely find the time hang heavy ; for the views of the Donegal mountains are superb. At the summit of this long stretch of rising ground is “ DUNKANEELY, a decayed-looking village of one street, from which the traveller will not be loath to emerge. * Pursuing your road down a slope of good land, you pass the church and comfortable parsonage (Rev. Mr Beaty) of Killaghtee.
Here the tourist may make a detour to explore St John's Point, a singular stretch of land, hardly a mile in mean width, running some seven miles into the sea in a south-westerly direction. Following the road branching off from the main route below Killaghtee, the tourist has on his right MacSwyne's Bay, on the shore of which, out at the water's edge, at a place called Castle-point, are the remains—reduced to a heap of the merest rubbish—of the old castle of the MacSwynes of Banagh, and a short distance beyond, a little nearer to the road, are the remains of an old church. Some two or three miles farther down the Point, as it is usually called in the district, is the grass-grown ruin of an old abbey or church, at a place called Ballysaggart—Priest's Town. Still farther down is a coast-guard station, and at the extreme end a lighthouse, standing ninety-seven feet above the sea.
You must now retrace your steps to join the Killybegs road, which leads by Bruckless, where there are a couple of pretty residences, and, a little beyond, the Catholic chapel, occupying an elevation on the east bank of the Carker river, which here dives into a ravine made picturesque by a dark wood, from which a pillar of blue smoke may be seen ascending on a quiet afternoon. Crossing the Carker at the Oiley Bridge there is a good mile of rising ground patched with furze and brown grasses, and then
“ descend upon the most charming of landlocked bays," on one side of which, completely sheltered from the storms, is
KILLYBEGS,“ a clean, pleasant, little seaport, which, without any pretensions to the dignity of a wateringplace, will, as far as situation goes, well repay a visit.”* There are two hotels-Coane's and Rodgers’s.
Distances.—Kilcar, 6 miles ; Carrick, 9 miles; Slieve League, 12 miles ; Glen, 161 miles ; Malinmore, 17 miles ; Ardara, 10 miles; Glenties, 16 miles.
It is built literally on the edge of the sea. The White House (G. V. Wilson, Esq.) rises out of the water, and on the opposite side of the road are schools, remarkable for their pretty architecture. The Catholic chapel is a beautiful building, commanding a fine view over the town and harbour, and adjoining it is the neat residence of the parish priest (the Rev. Mr Stephens.) The harbour is com