From the Seven Churches the party followed Mr. Wilde, in the best way they could, across the fields of riven rocks to Dun Onaght (Eoghanacht), one of the old Firbolgic forts, so called from the name of the townland, the original name being lost; and here the indefatigable leader, having piped his party together, directed their attention to the truly magnificent panorama which they enjoyed from that elevated position. The whole coast of Connemara was visible, with Golin Head in the foreground, and the grand outline of the Twelve Pins beyond; while on the extreme right the bold promontory of Black Head arose in one dark mass from the ocean. The fort in which they were then assembled was a nearly perfect one, though the want of a historic name deprived it of the interest which others on the islands enjoyed. It is nearly round, its longest diameter in the inside being about 94 feet. The walls are of regularly shaped, but unhewn, masses of limestone, put together without cement; and they are built against each other in three distinct layers, so that if the outer
From Dun Onaght the party crossed the island to the great cliffs on the ocean side, at one of which an exciting exhibition was prepared, which few of the party can ever expect to witness again. We had all heard how the inhabitants of Aran, and the Hebrides, and some other places, descend the dizzy ocean cliffs by means of ropes, in search of sea-fowls' eggs, and of the birds themselves for the sake of the feathers; and here our ethnologists were to be treated to a view of the appalling feat performed in the most perfect manner. Fifteen or twenty of the hardy islanders had brought their ropes, and when we had assembled at a point which might be called the horn of a crescent-shaped cliff, the rope was fastened round the middle of an old man, upwards of sixty years on the island, who boldly let himself over, whilst a dozen of his comrades payed out the rope from above. When he got down some few yards, this active and fearless old man, striking the rock with his foot, holding the rope with one hand, and preserving his balance with the other, flew, as it were, outwards and downwards, his feet constantly moving like paddles in the air; and as the oscillations of the rope, which grew longer and longer as he descended, brought him towards the cliff, in imminent danger of being dashed to pieces, he struck out again with a bold