Treaty Stone, Limerick 422 Adare Abbey, in the Private Grounds of the Earl of Dunraven, near Limerick 428 Fish Market, Galway 438 Salmon Weir, Galway 442 A Scene in Connemara 444 Clifden Castle, County Galway 448 A Scene in the West of Ireland; Lenane Harbor 450 Barnes Gap, County Donegal 460 An Irish Cabin in County Donegal 464 The Old: A Laborer's Sod Cabin; The New: Example of the Cottages built in Connemara by the Congested Districts Board 470 Interior and Exterior of One-Story Cottages erected by the Congested Districts Board 472 ONE IRISH SUMMER I A SUMMER IN IRELAND For those who have never spent a summer in Ireland there remains a delightful experience, for no country is more attractive, unless it be Japan, and no people are more genial or charming or courteous in their reception of a stranger, or more cordial in their hospitality. The American tourist usually lands at Queenstown, runs up to Cork, rides out to Blarney Castle in a jaunting car, and across to Killarney with a crowd of other tourists on the top of a big coach, then rushes up to Dublin, spends a lot of money at the poplin and lace stores, takes a train for Belfast, glances at the Giant's Causeway, and then hurries across St. George's Channel for London and the Continent. Hundreds of Americans do this each year, and write home rhapsodies about the beauty of Ireland. But they have not seen Ireland. No one can see Ireland in less than three months, for some of the counties are as different as Massachusetts and Alabama. Six weeks is scarcely long enough to visit the most interesting places. The railway accommodations, the coaches, the steamers, and other facilities for travel are as perfect as those of Switzerland. The hotels are not so good, and there will be a few discomforts here and there to those who are accustomed to the luxuries of London and Paris, but they can be endured without ruffling the temper, simply by thinking of the manifold enjoyments that no other country can produce.