[p. 83 contd.] On the 23rd of August on a showery morning having hired a man and Horse to carry my Luggage I quitted Mucruss. In spite of the bad weather, I had enjoyed so much pleasure there that I began to feel an affection for the place and its inhabitants. I left it with many good wishes — God send you safe home, God prosper you & send you good luck were the burden of them all. The recommendation to good luck is so constant that one might [p. 84] say that God and good Luck seem to be the deities worshipped by the Irish. After being detained some time at Killarney I proceeded on my walk towards Castlemain. I had promised myself several sketches on the road but the Showers were so frequent and the clouds hung so heavy on the mountains that I was disappointed. The country is undulating consisting of gravel hills with the rock bursting thro in one or two places without trees and ill cultivated.
Castlemain is a miserable place. Miss Coffey told me I should get accommodations and so I did such as they were. The room I was in — at once my sitting room & bedroom — had neither floor or ceiling. It had two windows one 2' 6 [p. 85] by 1' 6 — the other about half of each of these dimensions. I observed to my Landlord that they had a good deal of wet in this part of the country ‘Yes’, he replied ‘it rains here always mostly.’ In the evening I walked a little way along the Dingle road & was overtaken by a man who had the appearance of a farmer & who pressed me much to visit that part of the country assuring me they were all honest people and never had anything to do with rebellions.