Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, October 28, 1888, Page 13

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BROWNING, KING & CO i Loy ERIN'S IRON-BOUND COASTS, A Fester Spot of Race and Religious Prejudice. MAGNIFICENT GERROW POINT. A Pleasant Legend and a Pleasant Fact—A Sail up the Coast and Under the Cliffs—Beauties of Imsh Scenery. Afoot in Ireland. Copyrighted 1858, OFF THE SKERRIES, Ireland, Oct. 15— (Special Correspondence of THE BEE.] ~—Trudging over the Lisburn road into Belfast, some trifling impulse of inter- est impelled me to a stroll upon Queen’s bridge. Standing above its broad arches and peering down the river Lagan across the crowded shipping to where the noble Belfast Lough, or Carrick- fergus bay, beyond, shone blue and bril- liant between rigging, masts and lazily- flapping sails, I descried several little craft, no larger than ordinary fishing- smacks. My curiosity led me down along the wharves to these. I found among them some tiny coasters from far Donegal,away overon the western Irish shore; and within a half an hour I had made the acquaintance of the two-man crow of one; struck a bargain with them for a trip to their home port; and was gailing out to the Irish sea; as dusty and grimy a vilgrim as ever, in the twingling of an eye, exchanged adven- tuve by land for a sailor's luck at sea. And so ‘“‘as we sail an’we sail,” for these Irish coasters are as slow asa well-proven pension claim at Washing- ton, I will endeavor to picture what can be seen by the eye and mind in a cruise around that most dread and drear of all Erin’s iron-bound coasts, the’ wild, weird north. To the right and left as we descend Belfast Lough, are winsome scenes and bold. Countless glens, villas, castles, luxuriant farms, ruins and picturesque headlands orowd the lovely shores. Contewplating these strikingly beauti- ful scenes of opulence in nature and artifice alone, one could scarcely recall or imagine the slavery and poverty of Ireland. But wraiths of the last cen- tury’s slaves of Belfast’s looms peer from behind this magical brightness, while its hideous antithesis is found in Belfust’s by-streets and slums. That is the story briefly, But over there to the left only a few miles from the never- silent spindles and looms, is ancient, unsavory Carrickfergus,with its mh{hlf’ castle, “its thousand or so Scotch fisher-folk, and 1ts altogether ugly memories. A queer old hive is this, and we are long enough in passing it to note some of its odd features. Had it the same great mass of rock behind it, one would involuntarily imagine a diminutive Quebec had been set down here at the water’s edge. Though lack- ing that, it is still a cracked and crum- bling prototype of Quebec’s choked and crowded lower town, The old, old cen- tral, once-walled city, for it ig so old that 1ts origin is well .enough lost in ition, isa suffocating mass of an- gles, arches, decaying walls, grim le- ids and “flth, "But in asense it is . 1t is_neutral ground. The Scotch quarter sets over the eastern walls. The uarter straggles alongshore to the west. They are thus apart. But the ferocious denizens of ‘these two odorous quarters, craning their savage necks over the seat of the law, sound pibrochs of defiance, or shriek Gaelic 1nvitation to war. And thus it ever will be, worlds without. end, in this fester spot of race and religious viciousness. And what a blessing it would be if a fewof theseold hate- breeding, hell-feeding deus in all lands could be wafted into impalpable ferti izers by the dextrous touch of di dynamite. After all, the antiquity, as- sociations, memories and history of Car- rickfergus are so revoltingly written in inhumanity and blood, that even one of noblest digestion can scarcely reach en- thusiasm over its really picturesque old castle, for which it is most famous. Its very remote origin is clearly traceable to John de Courcey; and it is said to be the only existing edifice in the king- dom exhibiting a specimen of the old Norman military stronghold. Perched upon a_narrow, rocky peninsula, and washed on three sides by the bay, whether approached from the sea, seen from the heights of Antrim, observed from the opulent fields of Down, or looked upon from the bosom of the calm and shining Lough, it certainly grows upon the thought and sense as a picture of unusual, one might almost say mel- ancholy, magnificence and grand- eur. To-day instead of being the proua abode of Irish kings: instead of owing secret league with the Scottish lord of the isles, and preserving the witehing bardic min- strelsies of the Hebrides; instead of ringing the shouts and pipes of giant- framed Scottish auxiliaries; instead of housing the lively followers of the Mec- Carthy and the O'Neil,the stubborn sol- diery of William, or the light-hearted adventurers of Thurot: the great hail of its massive keep is a barrack for red- coats and rats. One gets dry-rot from even a sniff of, and a look at, the me- dizeval tatterdemalian, and turns his face to the seaward highland, with in- effable longing and relief. Rounding White Head and Black Head, on the north shore, which have their corresponding twin headlands op- posite on the lovely shores of Down, we left Belfast Lough, the Vinderius of Ptolemy, and were soon in the Irish sea, hugging [sland Magee, when, scarcely separated from the mainland at the southwest, for a breadth of two miles and a length of nine sweeps gracefully around in a new-moon form to the north, and behind which smiles the blue waters of the Lough Larne, where many odd fisher-folk live and talk the year round, as did their fathers for centuries before them, the plaice, or flat-fish, and the mullet. One longs to wander in Is- land Magee. It is magical with natural beauty; its inhabitants would turnish marvelous studies for the artist and nov- elist; it is the legendary abode of the wildest fantasics of sorcery; on its ex- tremities are numberless raths and cromlechs; while the entire coast-line is rife with patural wonders, historic fascinations, and marvels of legend and tradition. Midway between its north- ern and southern promontories are the grim old Gobbins, basaltic cliffs rising upward of 200 feet perpendicularly out of the sea,stern and mura! in character, and with numberless caves at high- water mark, the resort of olden Hebridean pirates, but now put to the milder use of fishermen’s boat- houses; for along this entire shore are noted fisheries of herrings, blockens and turbot. Tt was here that, in 1642, one of those tender-hearted Covenan- tors, in'command of old Carrickfergus Castle, out of revenge for some fancied against Irish slight to becoming reverence, came one flne morning in January with his sol- diery and massacred nearly the entire inhabitants by driving them like swine from the heights of the Gibbons into the sea bencath. As we sailed past the grewsome spot, my coaster’s skipper pointed out myriads of slender and graceful hawks nestling in, and wheel- ing about, the lofty crags. These are the **Gobbin-hawks” of lowly folk-lore of to-day. But long ago they were the Trish goss-hawks, famous in history and song as objects of chase with ancient nobles of the kingdom. We sailed between the Maidens, or the five Hulin Rocks, the two largest with their lofty striped light-houses like some giant’s Balmoral hose hung from invisible lines in the clouds to’ dry, and the mainland, catching charming glimpses of Larne city at the sea mouth of Larne Lough; and then stood away to the northwest for Ben- more or Fairhead, the most northeast- ern point in Ireland. To Glenarm river and bay was a noble sight ail the way. The faroutlines of Scotland are here and there traced through the misty horizon haze, while shoreward, all the witchery of the coasts of wild Wales cannot excel the fascinating scenes which often partake of positive grandeur. Extraordinary variety of picture adds greatly to the wondrous charm. The entire coast formation is seemingly broken into parallel ridges which, descending from cloud-cleaving mountain heights, reach the sea in suc- cessions of majestic cliffs, or dreamful valleys whose very edges are laved by gentlest swells of the sea, while at either side the thunders of ocean-bat- tles among the cavernous cliffs are deafening and frightful beyond descrip- tion. In all these valleys nestle most diminutive and picturesque hamlets. Far up their green sides is set a white chapel or munor house. Perched in the mountain peaks behind, or on crags half a thousand feet above the sea, and whose tops seem to pierce the very clouds, haug castles old and new as time is measured here, and gray ruins, all like half-hid nests of the rooks, magpies and sea-fowl that wheel, caw and shriek around them. And then as we pass sweet Glenarm town, nest- ling behind the bay, the radiant village atone end of the great arched bridge, and at the other, the grotesque, though imposing castle, what loving imagaries the fancy paints within those lofty hill- screened glens, far in the murmurous coverts—Glenarm, Glencorp, Glenariff, Glen-Ballyemen, Glenanne and Glen- dun; where, in the shadows, those ten- derest of all forgivably superstitious creations, the good Irish fairies, flit and dance and hold high carnival, and never cease their happy orgies. From Glenarm to Fair Head the tide- sweeps are most powerful, and our hittle craft was of necessity kept further at sea. But that grandest of all Irish east coast giants, magnificent Gerron Point, was near. enough to be scen in all its stately grandeur, Rising to a mighty height = almost straight out of the waves, three lofty and symmetric innacles, united by wall-like ranges of Euall, crown it above the nearly per- pendicuiar escarpments, like tremen- z']oul and perfect-wrought ramparts, Near to it lowers the ancient fort of Duunmaul, like a grim outpost at its feet; while close at hand are the picturesque habitations of the coast-guard and the little fishing station. To the north lies Red bay, a huge curvature in the sea, with 1ts caves and ruined castle; and we are soon abreast the Cushendall, on the great coastroad of Antrim, beside the river Dall, and at the bottom of the ro- mantic glen of Ballymena.. Behind are the lofty hills of Lurgeidan, green from its suinmit to its blanched chalk base, the splendid Tievebuelli, soaring to the thietolohas Sard beyond, the majestic Trostah, from whose peak lone gal on the western coast can be dimly des- cerned. Cushendall is noted for two things; one, a pleasant legend, and the other a pleasaut fact. On a fair meadow which reaches to the edge of its little bay. Dall, a mythical Scottish or Danish giant-king intruder, was cut down by the sickles of the meadow-reap- ers, or dispatehed by the valorous hand of the poet Ossian himself; and the fam- ous Cushendall ponies have been from time immemorial bred in all the region roundabout. They are a branch of the Shetland Islands family; but far stockier and hardier than the former. They run wild in the mountains among the white- heads and heather; or ave herded by boys and dogs, as are the sheep in all the north counties. The annual “round- ups,” as with our strange and almost unknown wild “banker” ponies of the Carolina Banks, form most interesting and exciting episodes in these remote northeastern districts. Once in the hands of their captors the animals, which when wild in the heather arc most vicious, like the Sable Island po- nies whose progenitors were the same as these, immediately came demure and tractable to a ludicrous degree of servility. Buyers come from all parts of the United Kingdom to the fairs where they are exposed for s you will see them harnessed to carts of moderate burthen in the principal En- glish and Irish towns, as commonly as the donkey itself; which 1s very common indeed, Rounding Fair Head, we were swept along at an alarming speed by the great force of the tide between Ballycastle Bay and Rathland Island, which the legends say is the remains of a great series of stepping-stations for the devil and the oldeu giants between Scotland and Ireland. Be that as it may, it is a sad region in which to linger in a frail craft upon opposing tides; and I felt fur lighter-hearted when we came slowly and safely around great Bengore Head and sailed lazily as upon a moun- tain walled lake past the far-famed Giant’s Causeway and the stately re- mains of the once mighty Dunluce cas- tle, within a rifle-shot of the whole long panorama. of pillars, until the weird and romantic Skerries were reached. And in the interests of truth may the shades of mugazine writers for- give me for a bit 'of healthy iconoclasm concerning this ‘spot, which has been written, illusttated and “illuminated” into one of the world’s wonders. It 1s not one. Only ina geologic sense can it be thus classed., From one end to another ulnm entire pillared coast there is not a lofty height—the Plea- skin alone excepted, and that rises but 870 feet—nor' & single grand scenic formation. Fvons the sea it has the ap- pearance of a djngy honey-comb, set Hlat against the water, its waxy, dreary level top an abrupt insultto a throbbing Irish sky. I haye stumbled for days about the crumbling bases of the Little, Middle and Grand Causeways; loitered about the Giant’s Gateway and Loom; tried to imagine with the fortile: brained guide-book makers the musical Giants seated at the Giant’s Organ; wandered up and down the ‘Shepherd’s Path; lingered with fond hope of awed inspiration in the Giant’s Ampitheater; endeavored to realize the appropriate: ness of appelation in the Giant’s Chim- ney Tops; wandered .in tortuous ways about the really -fine (and that is ail) Pleaskin; skirmished with importunate guides; traversed the mazes of diplo- macy with"cario-peddlars; quieted in the jingling oid way the wailing of beggars; bumbly paid awful penance for an. instant’s gfimpce within hotels; realized the inevitable at the hauds of instantaneous photographers who caught me in the very vortex of the ba- saltic jaws; and at last, leisurely and earnestly studied the entire rock-pali- saded shore, under the best possible conditions. at sea; and I have no hesi tancy in saying that there is not a five- mile veach of Irish coast from Malin Head to Bantry Bay, and from Cape Clear to Bengore Head, that does not somewhere infinitely surpass it in every essence and feature which, in scenic marvel, charms the eye, thrills the heart, and exalts and exults the soul. The Giant's Causeway is simpiy and only a geologic curiosity; present- ing, occasionally, interesting effects to the eye, but never in a single instance inspiring the mind of one wholly in his right mind with awe and wonder;—any more than should many crystals of sand, many blades of grass, or many cubes of coal. Without its mirth-provoking legends of Fin Mac Coul and the rest of the giants, it would be to all, save those who profit by it with more savage per- tinacity than like bandit at Niagara, a weary and dreary place indeed. S Some German Traditions. Written for The Bee. The Germans, as a class, are the most enlightened people living. Notwith- standing this fact, however, there are many who still hold to many of the old traditions and signs of the superstitious days of the early German empire. My father, who owns a large farm in the west, has for many years been inthe habit of employing Germans to work his land. They prove themselves to be good, industrious and relinble men, working for the interest of their em- ployer. It was from one of these ‘*hired men” that T learned of many of the old German fables and traditions. One day there came to our town a French conjurer, well versed in many leight-of-hand performances and in the vt of jugglery. As it promised to be a fawrly good show, I thought I would attend, The next day I expressed a wish that T could see how 1t was possi- fora man to accomplish such won- derful tricks before a large, intelligent audicnce and not be detected. After a while the “hired man” said: **My brother once told me how T could clearly see through all of those tricks, but T dare not tell it to anyone older than myself or the charm would be broken.” I thanked my lucky stars that I was younger than he and I asked him to bekind enough to divulge to me the secret by which the conjurer’s tricks would all appear as lain as day. “‘Well, if you will prom- se never to tell it to anyone older than yourself, I will.” Of course [ promised, and he continued: *‘In the first place, you must catch a bat; just a common red bat, and be very careful not to in- jure itin any way until you are ready to kill 1t: then strangle it. No other mode of killing will answer. After ife 18 extinet, carefully disect it and pro- cured its heart. The heart must be thoroughiy dried before a fire of seasoned hickory wood. After it is perfectly dried and cleaned, you must string it upon a silken cord of reddish hue. The cord must be lon enough to wear around the neck uufi reach to the vest pocket. When the conjurer comes upon the stage before you, take from your pocket the heurt, and hold it in the palm of your right hana and repeat the . words, ‘Queba mena ecta poka,’ when everything. will appear to you as plainly as itdoes to the conjurer,’ Not:long-after this he told me ahout a wonderful book. . This book was an old heirloom which had. been handed down from many generations. Concerns ing it, he said: *‘[ haye a ‘book, given me by my father, which will keep me from all danger, seen or unseen. In order that the charm may work, you must have pious faith in its power, when it will positively keep you from all danger. At the beginning of the revolutionary war this book was in the possession of my grandfather, who lived in Vermont. One day, when the excitement of war was at its height, there came to my grandfather’s house four young men of his acquaintance. They were going to the war and had come to bid my grand- father good-bye; he being a cripple could not go. As they started to go he told them ahout this book which he had He offered to write it out for them i they wished it. Two of them hooted at the idea, saying that it was all a piece of foolishness and that they would have nothing to do with it. The other two wished him to write it out for them romising him that they would believe in it with pious faith. He wrote it out for each of them and thev went their ways. Time passed and the war came to an end; the two men who had accepted the book, came home, hale and hearty. But with the others it was different, one was killed at the battle of Bunker Hill zlmd the other at the battle of New Or- eans. 1In this book there is a passage for the prevention or rather for the cure of tooth ache. The way in which the cure may be affected is simply this; write out the passage intended for this particu- lar pain, fold it neatly and sus- pend it by a silken thread around the neck, with the paper hang- ing down the back. At intervals of about fifteen minutes the string is to be raised to the mouth and moistened with saliva. In the course of eight or ten hours the silken string will part where it has been constantly moistened. At the same time that the string parts the toothache will cease.” “No harm ean come to the house be- neath whose roof that book is placed.” “How did it happen that it did not keep you from danger last winter, when that tramp attempted to murder you?” **At that time [ did not have the book in my posscssion. I only recoived it last winter. “Where can a person send to get a copy of this wonderful book?” I asked. “It is not a public book and was never printed in any but the German language and it is long since out of print.” “How did this book have its origin?” “It first came before the people way back in the early days of the Christian era. There was a good man and one who believed in God, conaemned to die. The night before the execution was to take place he was sitting in his prison cell lLiukhlg over past events and also of the execution which was set for the morrow. Suddenly the cell was filled with a strange bright light and out of the light proceeded a voice which said, ‘You are unjustly con- demned to die. If you will write, and devoutly believe, that which I tell you, there will no harm come u.’ There was paper and stand, placed there for the prison- er’s use in writing to his friends. Seat- ing himself atthe stand he proceeded to write as the voice dictated to him. What he wrote is the book now in my possession. The execution was set for 9o'clock the following morning. Nine o'clock came and the prisoner advanced into the yard where the execution was to take place; his head was placed upon thie block, and. yet he had faivh that all would yet be well ‘with him. The ex- ecutioner’s axe was raised, but an un- seén power prevented ‘it from descend- ing. And so it has been with all who mfiww»dthlu charm aud who pwusly tieved init.” oy pen on the A SONG OF DAYS, Julic M. Lippmann. 'Twas Spring, when hope-days dawned, my sweet, My gyvsy heart at your dear foet Did pitch a tent. Nor all the Spring Did my wild heart go truanting: It was conteut. Tn Summer, when the joy-days came They found my vagrant heart grown tame To your sweet spcxf Forgetful quite Of all its former fret for flight, It rested well, And yet when Autumn days dreamed deep Of some dread portent, and asleap, Did sigh apace, My heart gleaned not Strange fears and fled. 1t loved the 8pot ‘Where you had pls So when the Winter-days awake To find a ravished world, and make Sad moan, sad toan, My heart will sing, For where you are is always Spring And Spring alone. OONNUBIALITIES. Three of the daughters of Charles Carrol of Maryland became respective marchioness of Wellesley, duchess of Leeds, and Lady Stafford. A New York girl dror‘ped dead the other day, two hours aftor having become en- gaged tobe married. It is supposed her death was caused by an attack of heart disease, brought on by joy. The Rev. ', L. H. Pott, a young Episoo- palian clergyman, of Greenwhich, Conn., who went out to China about a year ago. has married Miss S. N. Wong, whose father was the first Chinese convert to christianity. In Cuba a woman never loses her maiden name. When married her husband’s name is added to her own, but she is always cailed by her christian and maiden names. Children take the name of both parents, but piace the mother’s name after the father's. If marrlage is a failure, there is no’shorte age in the east of young women willin take the risks. Oneof them, a Miss Sandell, ! lately journeyed alone 2,000 miles to the Tur« tle mountains of Dakotato share wedded life with a man she had ouly seen by photograp! Miss Marie Howell, daughter of Admiral Howell, is engaged to Mr. Chester, an Eng- lish solicitor. The groom-elect offered his hand and fortune two years ago to Miss Howell, but was refused. Chester continued to charge upon the citadel of her heart, how- ever, and how well he finally succeeded is told in this paragraph. Johnson Newton Camden, jr., son of ex- United States Senator Camden of West Vir- nia, and Susie Freston Hart, eautiful woman in the south,” were at Versailles, Ky., rocently. It was & "Iz brilliant affair, many distinguished being present.’ The couple huve comfortable nest-eggs of $150,000 each to begin house- keeping on. Elgible women are at a premium in Dutch India. They are 8o scarce in that country that young men who wish to get married write to their friends in Holland to find them wives. The friend selects a willing lady sad forwards her photograph. If all lm{l(» tory the would-be husband sends back @ soiled left-hana glove with power of attor- ney. The friend then marries the young lady as a sort of legal proxy, and the mar- mfa is as binding as though the groom hime self were present. Although young Antoine Betz was only an ambulance driver ut St. Catherine's hospital, Williamsburg, N. 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