234 DAYS STOLEN FOR SPORT 



for the road to take a turn that brought the bay in 

 sight on which Roundstone stands. 



Irish drivers frequently ease the pace a bit when 

 a mile from goal so that they may come with a dash 

 and 'Woa ! woa ! my beauty !' at the finish. Our 

 driver did this, and his coaching through the main 

 street was much admired, as also was his pull up 

 and 'Woa ! then ! ' in front of the hotel. 



CHAPTER XXIII 



THE PIG FAIR AT ROUNDSTONE — PAT JENNINGS SPOILS 

 HIS MARKET FOR POLLACK 



Roundstone is more like a small, old-fashioned, 

 Enghsh market town than any other place in Ireland 

 that I have visited. Its broad main street of prosperous 

 shops, its commercial hotel and superior private houses 

 looking out on a bay, beyond which is the broad 

 Atlantic, while at the back are high hills of limestone, 

 dotted with lakes, make it a pleasant and healthy 

 place at which to stay. A glance at a map will show 

 that an angler will have lakes innumerable to visit 

 that are high up above the sea whence breezes v/ill 

 com.e to give \agour to the arm that wields a rod. 



Much has been written to prove that there are 

 more places in Ireland, in proportion to population, 

 where spirits may be purchased than in any other 

 country, and statistics tend to show that licences are 

 granted where the need cannot go far beyond that 

 of the petitioner and his relatives, and in Roundstone 

 such must surely be the case. Why there should be 

 so many puzzled me, until our host explained that 

 to be trusted with a licence was regarded more as 

 an honour by the holder than as a source of profit, 

 and that it had been found difficult to grant it to one 



