22 WHAT I HAVE SEEN WHILE FISHING 



wild irises, fluttering blue-bells, and the other wild 

 flowers innumerable, the names of which your 

 sisters knew ; and over all the red tint of the 

 sorrel that has made our youthful ' tummies ' ache, 

 and which we only knew as * zour zabs.' 



" Oh ! the car drives you shall have and grow 

 fond of them, too, when, on the roughest and 

 stoniest of roads, they will shake out of you the 

 effects of the French chefs batter, and our * Little 

 Marys ' will stay their progress chinwards, and we 

 shall nimbly climb the mountainside to the ' One 

 Man Pass,' and there we will sing to the hushed 

 music of Atlantic waves Bridget McGinley's 



" ' I've often seen far fairer hills 



By many a foreign strand, 

 And there are greener, fairer hills 



In our own dear, native land; 

 Yet I love them, oh ! I love them, 



And they hold my heart in thrall, 

 The heath-clad hills, the cloud-capped hills 



The hills of Donegal.' " 



