The Castle Stands On A Point
Stretching Out Into The Lake.
Opposite, on the other side of the lake, a
steep, bare, dark rock rises up to the dizzy height.
It is the kind of
rock that makes one think of fortified castles, and cities built for
defence, that ought to be perched on a summit, but Glenveigh Castle
should be a lady's bower, instead of a fortalice. Behind the castle the
mountain slopes are clothed with young trees. The castle itself is a
very imposing building from the outside; grand, strong, rather
repellant; inside it has a comfortless; ill-planned, unfinished
appearance. The mantel-piece of white marble with the Adair arms carved
on it - the bloody hand, the motto _valor au mort_, the supporters
two angels - lies in the hall cracked in two. A very respectable
Scotchman, a keeper, I suppose, showed me over the building. He must
enjoy a very retired life there, for in all the country for miles there
is not a human habitation except the police barrack that looms up like a
tall ghost at the other end of the lake.
As we drove home through the mountains I noticed that Mukish wrapped
herself in the misty folds of her veil. Soon after the storm rolled down
the mountain sides and chased us home.
XII.
GOOD-BYE TO RAMELTON - ON LOUGH SWILLY - A RUINED LANDLORD - FARM STOCK VS.
WAGES - A GOOD LANDLORD - A REMINDER OF CANADA - MOVILLE - PORT-A-DORUS
ROCKS - ON GOOD TERMS WITH THE LANDLORD.
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