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has served his country in beastly climates while I 

 have stayed at home. 



" Think what 'e's been, 

 Think what 'e's seen, 

 Think of his pension an' 

 Gawd save the Queen." 



A month later I had the good fortune to meet 

 the gallant soldier again, and, strange coincidence, 

 he was talking to a gillie ; but in such a different 

 tone that there was no need for him to tell me he 

 had enjoyed his stay in co. Donegal. 



The drive from Killybegs to Carrick, ten miles, 

 continues so interesting that you are full of expec- 

 tations at each turn of the road as to the scenes 

 that will present themselves. Though it be only a 

 cabin, the infinite variety of these dwellings, which 

 seem so much alike, clearly denotes to those who 

 have been observant in such matters the circum- 

 stances of the dwellers therein. 



A long, steep descent takes us to the village of 

 Kilcar, where fishing is promised by the presence 

 of the Abbey ruins. Only one more hill to climb, 

 and we have a view of Carrick, which stands a 

 little above Teelin Bay and has the Glen river 

 running at its side, and the Owenwee river close 

 at hand. 



