10 GARRYOWEN 



The golden eagle still haunts these hills, and lying 

 upon the moors of a summer day you may see the 

 peregrine falcon hanging in the air above, and 

 watch him vanish to the cry of the grouse he has 

 struck down and whose head he will tear off 

 amidst the heather. 



Out here on the moors under the sun, on a day 

 like this, you are in the pleasant company of 

 Laziness andLoneUness, and Distance and Summer. 

 The scent of the gorse is mixed with the scent of 

 the sea, and the silence of the far-off hills with the 

 sound of the billows booming amidst the caves of 

 the coast. 



Except for the sea and the sigh of the wind 

 amidst the heather bells there is not a sound, nor 

 token of man except a pale wreath of peat smoke 

 away there six miles towards the hills, where hes 

 the village of Drumboyne, and that building away 

 to the west towards the sea, which is Drumgool 

 House. 



The railway stops at Cloyne, fifteen miles to the 

 east, as though civihsafcion were afraid of venturing 

 further. 



Now if you stand up and shade your eyes and 

 look over there to the north, and beyond Drumgool 

 House, you will notice a change in the land. There 

 is the beginning of the four-mile track. Four miles 

 of velvety turf such as you will get nowhere else in 

 the whole wide world. The finest training ground 

 in existence. 



The Frenchs of Drumgool (no relation of any 



