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certina while others sang, and still others cried. 

 The central figure was that of a young woman who 

 stood by a box, with a bundle in her hand. 



" Tis but a box of modest deal, 

 Directed to no matter where : 

 And on it is this mute appeal, 

 'With care.'" 



There was much kissing, but the last kiss ended 

 in a hug that might have lasted too long, so mother 

 and daughter were torn apart and the young 

 woman, her box and bundle, were put into the 

 train. 



Then the music ceased and all eyes were turned 

 towards a woman, whose sobs seemed to come 

 through the man's shoulder on which her head was 

 resting. The man who held her there patted her 

 lovingly ; he could not speak. 



The contrast of these two scenes moved me to 

 thoughts that were not exhausted when we reached 

 our destination. 



The Stewart Arms at Dunfanaghy is very 

 English, and similar, in every respect, to the 

 country commercial we all know so well. We soon 

 made ourselves at home there, and it took us little 

 time to secure the services of boatmen who were 

 eloquent about monster fish that on calm evenings 

 made quite a commotion out Horn Head way. 



No sooner were my ears open on the morrow of 

 our arrival than in through the open window came 

 the sound of gently-breaking waves that said "you 



