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improvable I have any where feen. It hangs 

 to the fouth, and might be drained with the 

 utmoft eafe. It yields a coarfe grafs, and has 

 nothing in it to flop a plough. Lord SheL- 

 burne's agent, Mr. Wray, told me, that there 

 are vaft tracts of fuch in the barony of Iveragh. 

 There is common gravel on the fpot, and lime- 

 ftone in plenty, within half a mile of Nedeen. 



Soon entered the wildeft and moft romantic 

 country I had any where feen ; a region of 

 {leep rocks and mountains, which continued 

 for nine or ten miles, till I came in view of 

 Mucrufs. There is fomething magnificently 

 wild in this ftupendous fcenery, formed to im- 

 prefs the mind with a certain fpecies of terror. 

 All this tract has a rude and favage air, but 

 parts of it are ftrikingly interesting; the moun- 

 tains are bare and rocky, and of a great mag- 

 nitude; the vales are rocky glens, where a 

 mountain-ftream tumbles along the roughed 

 bed imaginable, and receives many torrents, 

 pouring from clefts, half overhung with fhrub- 

 by wood; fome of the fe dreams are feen, and 

 the roar of others heard, but hid by vaft mafies 

 of rock. Immenfe fragments, torn from the 

 precipices by ftorms and torrents, are, tumbled 

 about in the wilder! confufion, and feem to 

 hang rather than reft upon projecting precipi- 

 ces. Upon fome of thefe fragments of rock, 

 perfectly detached from the foil, except by the 

 fide on which they lie, are beds of black turf, 

 with luxuriant crops of heath, 6cc. which ap- 

 peared very curious to me, having no where 



feen 



