270 DAYS STOLEN FOR SPORT 



cannot say but I did not wish for a better one than 

 the handsome creature that trotted us over the 

 road that made its way by many a twist between 

 lakes that left margins only just sufficient for our 

 passage, and on which we saw spreading rings in 

 such numbers as proved them well stocked with 

 fish. After these came a lengthy chain of little 

 lakes threaded together by a sun-gilded stream ; 

 the whole a lovely, silver pendant, dropped in a 

 desolate bog that has been made hideous by 

 trenches from which peat has been taken, leaving 

 ugly blackened stumps of forest trees exposed. 



It was pleasing after several miles of such desola- 

 tion 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. 



