44 Rambles with a FisJdng-Rod. 



Ballynahinch has caused fishermen and travel- 

 lers to remain. Is not this, then, a rich coun- 

 try for the fisherman? where, if nature is 

 not to be seen in her most genial aspect, 

 she at any rate has not been unkind to the 

 fisherman. 



Just below the Half-way House lies the head 

 of Lough Shindilla, a piece of water about two 

 miles in length, and in breadth from a quarter 

 to half a mile. It is dotted over with two or 

 three wooded islands, rare features in this bleak 

 landscape. On the one side extends a boggy 

 moorland, above which rise the three summits 

 of the Shonafaola Mountains ; on the other side, 

 the green sides of Mount Oorid separate the 

 fisherman from the Atlantic Ocean ; whilst at 

 the western or upper end of the lake, the promi- 

 nent rounded summit of Mount Cashel shows 

 where the coast extends. The Twelve Pins of 

 Bunnabeola form a striking background in the 

 distance. To the east the hilly moorlands 

 which border upon Lough Corrib sink away 

 in the distance, generally a melancholy land- 

 scape, unless lighted up by the fine tints of the 

 setting sun. 



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