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be held in much esteem, and the members were confidently 

 informed that no one ever visited the well without receiving 

 benefit. The ascent of the mountain is easy, as it is well 

 covered by turf and springy heath. The bright sunshine and 

 fresh breeze made the journey most enjoyable, and the summit 

 was easily reached in a little over an hour. The mountain is 

 surmounted by a cairn, or rather several cairns, of great size, 

 which probably at one time constituted one immense monu- 

 mental pile, marking the resting place of some great warrior. 

 There is also the remnant of a cyclopean structure, which had 

 evidently been of bee-hive form. The mountain takes its name 

 from Cuilen, an artificer who lived here, and by whom the 

 celebrated hero Cuchallain was fostered. Half a mile north of 

 the cairn, and still on the ridge of the mountain, at an elevation 

 of 1,700 feet, is the curious little lake known as Lough Calliagh 

 Berra, regarding which several beautiful, but rather fanciful, 

 stories are told. A native who acted as self-constituted guide 

 regarded them with due respect, and evidently considered two 

 rudely-hewn millstones on the shores of the lake with consider- 

 able awe. In more recent times the lonely sides of the moun- 

 tain gave shelter to the notorious robber, Redmond O'Hanlon, 

 once the terror of travellers to the North by the road which 

 passes along its base. Owing to the comparatively isolated 

 position of the mountain, a most extensive view is obtained 

 from its summit, especially to the northward. The Mourne 

 range, the open sea, and the sheltered harbour of Carlingford 

 form a pleasing and varied picture in the opposite direction. 

 Rejoining the ladies, the next halt was made at Faughart Old 

 Church, which is also a foundation of very ancient date, and, 

 like Killeavy, is attributed to St. Moneuna. No trace, however, 

 of architectural details now remains. A few fragments of walls 

 and scattered heaps of rubbish mark the site. These are 

 surrounded by a graveyard in such a state of shameful neglect 

 as should shock the most obtuse native ; and this disgraceful 

 enclosure, favoured by nature far beyond most resting places of 

 our dead, contains the ashes of a king. Rank nettles hide the 



