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Norwegian style by the late Lord Leitrim. Soon we were 

 enjoying the comforts of a well-served dinner, after which the 

 President (Mr. W. J. Fennell, M.R.I.A.I.) welcomed the 

 visitors who had joined us, including Mr. W. F. de V. Kane, 

 D.L., M.R.I.A., the President of the Dublin Naturalists' 

 Field Club; Dr. Chaster, of the Conchological Society of 

 Great Britain; Mr. W. J. Browne, M.A., the Chairman, and 

 Mr. D. C. Campbell, the Treasurer, of the Scientific and 

 Literary Society of Derry. 



After dinner most of the members wandered over 4^he sand- 

 dunes, which stretch for acres in front of the hotel, and hide 

 the treasured remains of primitive man as he existed in the 

 stone age, as well as many relics of his more advanced brother 

 of the bronze age. Some bent their steps to the headlands, 

 where, over the more western hills of Donegal, divided from 

 us by the deeply-coloured waters of Sheephaven, the setting sun 

 lit up the picture with its departing train of glories, and 

 thus brought to a close a most delightful day in the annals 

 of the Club. 



Sunday morning dawned with all the promise of a perfect 

 summer's day, and the advancing hours carried out its 

 utmost fulfilment. The quaint wooden hotel, with verandahs 

 like a summer-house, or a home of ease and comfort, stands in 

 the centre of a district whose distant circumference is a ring 

 or crown of purple mountains; one range beyond another 

 set in the great varying and contrasting degree of that purple 

 colour which mountains seem to claim as their own. In 

 front of the hotel stretch vast tracts of sand-dunes, but 

 behind it rises a grassy hill from which the view of mountains, 

 wood, and land-locked seas with great golden shores glistening 

 in the sunshine, and a moving canopy of most striking cloud 

 effects blend in a picture that never tires, and to view which 

 the visitors climbed the hill many a time, and finally left it 

 with great regret. Sunday is a dies non with the Field Club, 

 and no official arrangements were made, but some of the party 

 visited the remains of Lord Boyne's house and garden, 

 which were buried by the drifting Campion sands of Sheep- 



