"An’ they all wint into the coort an’ had the bit an’ sup, an’ made a thraty forninst the King av Galway. It was the great war that was in it, the Siven Kings wid the King av Galway, an’ bate him out o’ the counthry intirely. But it’s my consate that they was all fools to be afther fightin’ consarnin’ wan woman whin the worruld is full o’ thim, an’ any wan competint to give a man plenty to think av, bekase whin she gives her attinshun to it, any woman can be the divil complately." [Illustration: "All disconsarted entirely"] TAMING THE POOKA. [Illustration: Initial: "Taming the Pooka"] The west and northwest coast of Ireland shows many remarkable geological formations, but, excepting the Giant’s Causeway, no more striking spectacle is presented than that to the south of Galway Bay. From the sea, the mountains rise in terraces like gigantic stairs, the layers of stone being apparently harder and denser on the upper surfaces than beneath, so the lower portion of each layer, disintegrating first, is washed away by the rains and a clearly defined step is formed. These terraces are generally about twenty feet high, and of a breadth, varying with the situation and exposure, of from ten to fifty feet. The highway from Ennis to Ballyvaughn, a fishing village opposite Galway, winds, by a circuitous course, through these freaks of nature, and, on the long descent from the high land to the sea level, passes the most conspicuous of the neighboring mountains, the Corkscrew Hill. The general shape of the mountain is conical, the terraces composing it are of wonderful regularity from the base to the peak, and the strata being sharply upturned from the horizontal, the impression given is that of a broad road carved out of the sides of the mountain and winding by an easy ascent to the summit.