A MORNING AT BALLYSHANNON. SJ5 



posed to have dwelt. A cheerful place it is, 

 too ; perfectly light, with a large opening on 

 the flat between the two falls, its only access 

 being through the labyrinth I have been just 

 describing. Completely round the edge of 

 the cave, between its floor and walls, runs a 

 deep, rapid, stream of water, about two feet 

 wide, an offset from the upper fall ; while 

 the centre, a firm, strong, round piece of 

 limestone, worn into the shape of a mushroom 

 by the action of the current round it, forms 

 as dry, hard, and comfortable a floor as an 

 outlaw could wish." 



"But how was your friend fed?" said 

 the Squire. " I presume he did not live on 

 stalactites ?" 



" Ah 1 that is the romantic part of the 

 story," said the Parson. *' His ladye love 

 used to ride her coal-black steed through 

 the gloom of night, and, eluding Cromwell's 

 patrols, would drop her basket of provisions 

 through a hole in the rock. Once she had 

 well-nigh paid dearly for her devotedness. 

 A party from the Grass Guard saw and 

 chased her. Her good steed would have 

 mocked at the swiftest horse in the rebel 

 army ; but full in the front, and barring up 



