38 Rambles with a Fishing-Rod. 



bour on the north and Galway Bay on the 

 south, some twenty-five miles apart as the crow 

 flies. Up towards Westport and Clew Bay, 

 and still farther north towards the Donegal 

 Highlands and the northern coast of Ireland, 

 there are many rivers flowing into the sea, and 

 loughs, which white trout enter; and other 

 pieces of water, which, though not joined by 

 any stream to the sea, contain plenty of brown 

 trout. But it is this mountainous district, cut 

 up by river and lake between the two points 

 named, which contains the fishing-places of 

 Connemara. The coast is jagged and broken 

 by numerous small bays, into which descend 

 short rivers. They are too numerous to be 

 mentioned here one by one. There are, for in- 

 stance, the Dawros, the Owenglinn, the Cashla, 

 and the Owenboliska. A peculiarity of this 

 district is, that nearly every one of the rivers 

 unites several lakes, forming a continuous chain 

 of water, up which, to the farthest points, the 

 enterprising white trout force their way in 

 swarms after a heavy downfall of rain. A mail- 

 road from Galway cuts through this country, 

 at first some distance from the sea, and then 

 close to the coast, passing by Clifden and 



