AND HOW I HAVE CAUGHT MY FISH 145 



CHAPTER XIV. 



BIRDS'-NESTING A COUNTRY SUPERSTITION BURTON PORT. 



IT would have been an easy journey by boat from 

 Port Noo to Burton Port had we known that it was 

 there we should take our next sleep, but we had 

 no regrets that the journey by road was chosen as 

 we found the drive of twenty-one miles the most 

 charming of all our many charming drives. 



Mr. Johnny McNelis had pressed me to wire 

 him that he might take us the next stage on our 

 journey, and I should have wished to do so, but 

 Ardara was too far off. When I told him this he 

 replied he would like to drive us round the coast to 

 Kingstown, put up his horse and himself, and wait 

 there while we took a trip to London, had a sight 

 of our home, visited a bank and came back again. 



Our road was mostly along the deeply-indented 

 coast, but now and then we ascended steep hills 

 and made short cuts over breezy wastes, dotted 

 with granite boulders, bogs and lakes, over roads 

 that wound serpent-like between hills that had 

 cabins here and there upon their sides. Around 

 the cabins were patches of potatoes, oats and grass, 

 which showed how the owners of them had 



L 



