. Connaught. L'endroit où la plupart des gens vont voir la baie de Clew, pour le chemin de la route, a mis un bon hôtel là; Mais la véritable attraction de cette côte est l'étonnante île d'Achill, à laquelle le chemin de fer a maintenant été transporté, ou plutôt, au pont à travers la bande étroite qui sépare Achill du continent, et sous laquelle une marée telle que l'on peut voir hardlypartout ailleurs. Achill est pratiquement toute une montagne qui a des points les plus itshighest, Slievemore et Croghaun, sur le plateau de l'extérieur et ils tombent presque dans la thée. Slieve League elle-même à Donegal ne peut pas résister à l'émerveillement de ces falaises

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. Connaught. the placewhere most people go to see Clew Bay, for therailway has put a good hotel there; but the realattraction of this coast is the amazing island ofAchill, to which the railway has now been carried;or rather, to the bridge across the narrow soundwhich divides Achill from the mainland, and underwhich such a tide sweeps as can be seen hardlyanywhere else. Achill is virtually all one mountain which has itshighest points, Slievemore and Croghaun, on the outerseaward rim and they drop almost sheer into thesea. Slieve League itself in Donegal cannot vie withthe wonder of those cliffs; and the little bays ofKim and Keel on the southward, with their curveof pure sand, have a kind of daintiness of beautymost bewitching in that grim landscape. FromDugort on the north shore there is boating to behad, which in fine weather may bring you into seal-haunted caves, under cliffs where the wild goatsscramble in herds; and you may see readily enoughstrange creatures of the deep, sunfish, huge basking. CONNAUGHT 51 sharks, with every seabird that frequents these islands.Once it was my luck to effect a landing on a flatisland rock some ten miles out, called the Bills ofAchill, where I suppose not once in three yearsman sets his foot. It was the breeding season andthe birds hardly moved to let us pass: puffins sat inthe quaintest droves, three or four hundred together, staring at us with parrot eyes barely out of armsreach. I looked over a ledge of rock and saw belowme a guillemot on her eggs, so near that I could touchher—and as she fluttered off, realized why these birdshave an egg so big at one end that it cannot rollexcept round in a circle—for they are laid by twoand three on a bare shelf of rock where the birdhas hardly room to cover them. Only the greatblack-backed gulls forsook the island and their nests, soaring high into the air in hundreds where welanded, and leaving their big, ugly eggs and theirbig, ungainly young ones sprawling all over the turf.They are g

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