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Suppose, for instance, it had not chanced to rain on a certain day at Clifden, when a cricket match was being played in which Frederick, Prince of Wales, happened to be interested. A fretted Prince would not have had to retire to his tent like Achilles, would not have insisted on a game of whist to cheer his humor. There would have been no difficulty in forming a rubber.
When we were regretting to Lord Sligo that we had missed seeing so many persons and places on our tour whom we had at first setting out made it our object to see Clifden, the Barony of Erris, and the wonderful Major Bingham Lord Sligo comforted us by saying, "Depend upon it, you have seen more really of Connemara than any strangers who have ever travelled through it, exactly because you remained in one place and in one family, where you had time to see the habits of the people, and to see them nearly and familiarly, and without their being shown off, or thinking of showing themselves off to you."
She smiled as one who has a beloved secret to keep. "When you have gained what in this country they call The Knowledge of Regeneration, come back and ask me what I have learnt." She would say no more of that and turned to another matter, speaking with earnestness; "Before you came here I had a message for you, and Stephen Clifden will tell you the same thing when you meet.
As for such a carriage as Sir Culling's, the like, as men and boys at the door told us, had never been seen in these parts. Sir Culling stood a little daunted. We inquired I particularly, how far it was to Ballinahinch Castle, where the Martins live, and which I knew was some miles on this side of Clifden.
The driver has been giving me in very poor English such an account of the dangers of that awful road up the hill that I feel no Fort would repay me for its terrors. Do say what you feel, Miss Loring. Mr. Clifden can lunch with the officers at Nowshera and come any time. I know I am an atrocity."
I am dreadfully ashamed of myself, but the sight of that hill is enough for me. Don't hurry. I may have a little doze, and be all the better company when you get back. No, don't try to persuade me, Mr. Clifden. It isn't the part of a friend." I cannot say I was sorry, though I had a moment of panic when Vanna offered to stay with her very much, too, as if she really meant it.
"Why, that boy we cut up the other side of Clifden had more strength than this fool!" "His strength went out of him with his hair," grinned Red Murrough, and they carried Brian to his prison. The Dark Master had spoken truly, however.
I tried to write on the table of the general room of a well-known inn, or so-called hotel, the other day, and my arm actually stuck to the table, so adhesive was the all-pervading filth. The white flannel cloaks and deep red petticoats of Connemara women are picturesque enough on market-day in Clifden, but, like Eastern cities, they should be seen from afar.
I am going to attach myself to the medical mission at Lahore and learn nursing, and then I shall go to my own people." "Missionaries? You've nothing in common with them?" "Nothing. But they teach what I want. Mr. Clifden, I shall not come this way again. If I remember I'll write to you, and tell you what the real world is like." She smiled, the absorbed little smile I knew and feared.
Here is an extract: "I visited two of the Protestant Mission Schools at Clifden, one in the town, and the other about a mile and a-half beyond the town, on the road leading to the mouth of the bay. In the former, at the time of my visit, there were about 120 boys and 100 girls on the books, the average attendance being about 80.
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