We were Irish, and all the English with whom we had hitherto come in contact had impressed upon us that we should never know what fine weather was till we came to England. Perhaps we came at a bad moment, when the weather, like the shops, was having its cheap sales. Certainly such half-hours of sunshine as we came in for were of the nature of “soiled remnants,” and at the end of the three weeks aforesaid we began to feel a good deal discouraged. Things{2} came to a climax1 one day when we had sat for three-quarters of an hour in a Hungarian bread shop in Regent Street, waiting for the rain to clear off enough to let us get down to the New Gallery. As the fifth party of moist ladies came in and propped2 their dripping umbrellas against the wall behind us, and remarked that they had never seen such rain, our resolution first began to take shape.
“Hansom!” said my second cousin.
“Home!” said I.
By home, of course we meant the lodgings3—the remote, the Bayswaterian, but still, the cheap, the confidential4; for be they never so homely6, there’s no place—for sluttish comfort and unmolested unpunctuality—like lodgings.
“England is no fit place for a lady to be in,” said my second cousin, as we drove away in our hansom with the glass down.
“I’d be ashamed to show such weather to a Connemara pig,” I replied.
Now Connemara is a sore subject with my second{3} cousin, who lives within sight of its mountains, and, as is usually the case, has never explored the glories of her native country, which was why I mentioned Connemara. She generally changes the conversation on these occasions; but this time she looked me steadily8 in the face and said,
“Well, let’s go to Connemara!”
I was so surprised that I inadvertently pressed the indiarubber ball of the whistle on which my hand was resting, and its despairing wail9 filled the silence like a note of horror.
“Let’s get an ass7 and an ass-car!” said my cousin, relapsing in her excitement into her native idiom, and taking no notice of the fact that the hansom had stopped, and that I was inventing a lie for the driver; “or some sort of a yoke10, whatever, and we’ll drive through Connemara.”
In the seclusion11 of the back bedroom we reviewed the position, while around us on the lodging-house pegs12 hung the draggled ghosts of what had been our Sunday dresses.{4}
“That’s the thing I wore last night!” said my second cousin, in a hard, flat voice, lifting with loathing13 finger a soaked flounce. As she did so, the river sand fell from it into the boots that stood beneath.
“Soil of tea-garden, Kingston-on-Thames. Result of boating-picnic that has to fly for refuge to an inn-parlour ten minutes after it has started.”
“It will wash,” I answered gloomily. “But look at that!” Here I pointed14 to an evening gown erstwhile, to quote an Irish divine, “the brightest feather in my crown.” “That’s what comes of trailing through Bow Street after the opera, looking for a hansom during the police riots. Give me Irish weather and the R.I.C.! We will go to Connemara!”
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The Milford and Cork15 boat starts at eight, and at half-past eight a doomed16 crowd was sitting round its still stationary17 tea-table. My second cousin was feverishly18 eating dry toast and drinking a precautionary brandy and soda19, but the others were revelling{5}
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on beefsteak and fried fish. The company was mixed. Opposite to us sat an American and his bride, both young, and both uncertain of the rules that govern the consumption of fish; the bride feeling that a couple of small forks, held as though they were pens, would meet the situation, while her big, red-headed husband evidently believed that by holding the fork in the right hand and the knife in the left the impropriety of using the latter would be condoned20. Beside us were two elderly ladies, returning, like us, to their native land.
“Yes, me dear,” we heard one saying to the other; “I had nothing only my two big boxes and seven little small parcels, and poor little Charlie’s rabbit, and that porther wanted to get thruppence out o’ me!”
“D’ye tell me so?” remarked the friend.
“Yes, dear, he did indeed! He wanted thruppence and I gave him tuppence; he was tough, very tough, but I was shtubborn!”
“Ah, them English is great rogues,” said the friend, consolingly.{8}
“More fish, Miss?” said the unobservant steward21 to my second cousin, thrusting a generous helping22 under her nose. It wanted but that, and she retired23 to the doubtful security of the ladies’ cabin.
We have travelled with many stewardesses24 on the various routes between England and Cork, and we have found that, as a species, they have at least two great points in common. They are all Irish, and they are all relentlessly26 conversational27. They have no respect for the sanctity of the silence in which the indifferent sailor wishes to shroud28 herself; it is impossible for them to comprehend those solemn moments, when the thoughts are turned wholly inwards in a tumult29 of questioning, while the body lies in mummy stillness waiting for what the night shall bring forth30. Their leading object seems to be to acquire information, but they are not chary31 of personal detail, and, speaking from experience, I should say that a stewardess25 will confide5 anything to the passenger by whose berth32 she has elected to take down her hair. For stewardesses generally do their{9} hair two or three times in the course of a twelve hours’ crossing. When you go on board you find them at it. Your evening ablutions are embittered33 by the discovery of their hair-pins in the soap-dish, and at earliest dawn the traveller is aware of the stewardess combing her shining tresses over the washing-stand. I have sometimes wondered if from this custom arose the fable34 that the mermaid35, when not decoying sailors to their fate, is incessantly36 “racking her poll,” as they say in the county Cork.
We will not linger on the details of the night, the sufferings of little Charlie, who, on the plea of extreme youth, had been imported by his mother into the ladies’ cabin; the rustlings and chumping of the rabbit, whose basket occupied the greater part of the cabin table, or the murmured confidences exchanged through the night hours by the stewardess and the friend of Charlie’s mother. These things are being forgotten by us as fast as may be; but my second cousin says she never can forget the waft37 of pigs that{10} came to her through the porthole as the steamer drew alongside of the Cork quay38.
The exigencies39 of return tickets had compelled us to go to Connemara via Cork and Milford, and it certainly is not the route we would recommend; however, it has its advantages, and we were vouchsafed40 a time of precious rest before the starting of our train for Limerick at 2.10, and we reposed41 in peace on the sofas of the ladies’ drawing-room in the Imperial Hotel. Much might be said, were there time, of the demeanour of ladies in hotel drawing-rooms; so hushed, so self-conscious, so eminent42 in all those qualities with which they are endued43 by the artist who “does” the hotel interiors for the guide-books. It is almost possible to believe that they are engaged for the season to impart tone, and to show how agreeable a lounge life can be when spent in the elegant leisure that is the atmosphere of hotel drawing-rooms.
We crossed Cork on an outside-car; and here, no doubt, we should enter on a description of its perils{11} which would convulse and alarm English readers in the old, old way; but we may as well own at once that we know all about outside-cars; we believe we went to be christened on an outside-car, and we did not hold on even then—we certainly have not done so since.
Let us rather embark44 on a topic in which all, saving a besotted few, will sympathise. The nursery en voyage—the nurse, the nursemaid, the child, the feeding-bottle. These beset45 every traveller’s path, and we had considerably46 more than our fair share of them between Cork and Limerick. At Cork they descended47 upon the train, as it lay replete48 and helpless, a moment before starting, and before we had well understood the extent of the calamity49, a nurse was glaring defiance50 at us over the white bonnet51 of a bellowing52 baby, and a nursemaid was already opening her basket of food for the benefit of two children of the dread53 ages of three and five respectively. Some rash glance on the part of my second cousin must have betrayed our sentiments to the nurse, and it is{12} hard to say which was worse, her exaggerated anxiety to snatch the children from all contact with us, or the imbecile belief of the nursemaid that we wanted to play with them, and, of the two, enjoyed their wiping their hands on our rug in the intervals54 between the oranges. They never ceased eating oranges, those children. Oranges, seed cake, milk; these succeeded one another in a sort of vicious circle. An enterprising advertiser asks, “What is more terrible than war?” We answer unhesitatingly, oranges in the hands of young children.
However, everything, even the waits at the stations between Limerick and Athenry, comes to an end if you can live it out, and at about nine o’clock at night we were in Galway. Scarcely by our own volition55, we found ourselves in an hotel ’bus, and we were too tired to do more than notice the familiar Galway smell of turf smoke as we bucketted through Eyre Square to our hostelry. It may be as well at this point to seriously assure English readers that the word “peat” is not used in Ireland in reference to{13} fuel by anyone except possibly the Saxon tourist. Let it therefore be accepted that when we say “turf” we mean peat, and when, if ever, we say Pete, we mean the diminutive56 of Peter, no matter what the spelling.
We breakfasted leisurely57 and late next morning, serenaded by the screams of pigs, for it was fair day, and the market square was blocked with carts tightly packed with pigs, or bearing tall obelisks58 of sods of turf, built with Egyptian precision. We cast our eye abroad upon a drove of Connemara ponies59, driven in for sale like so many sheep, and my second cousin immediately formed the romantic project of hiring one of these and a small trap for our Connemara expedition.
“They are such hardy60 little things,” she said, enthusiastically, “we had two of them once, and they always lived on grass. Of course they never did any work really, and I remember they used to bite anyone who tried to catch them—but still I think one of them would be just the thing.{14}”
“I beg your pardon, Miss,” said the waiter, who was taking away our breakfast things, “but thim ponies is very arch for the likes of you to drive. One o’ thim’d be apt to lie down in the road with yerself and the thrap, and maybe it’d be dark night before he’d rise up for ye. Faith, there was one o’ them was near atin’ the face off a cousin o’ me own that was enticin’ him to stand up out o’ the way o’ the mail-car.”
“Oh, I think we should be able to manage a pony,” she said, with a sudden resumption of the dignity that I had noticed she had laid aside since her arrival in Galway. “Is there—er—any two-wheeled—er—trap to be had?”
“Sure there is, Miss, and a nate little yoke it’d be for the two of ye, though the last time it was out one of the shafts——”
“It is, Miss, but the step took the ground——”
My cousin here left the room, and I followed her. A few moments later the trap was wheeled into the yard for our inspection63. It was apparently64 a segment of an antediluvian65 brougham, with a slight flavour about it of a hansom turned the wrong way, though its great-grandfather had probably been a highly-connected sedan-chair. The door was at the back, as in an omnibus, the floor was about six inches above the ground, and the two people whom it with difficulty contained had to sit with their backs to the horse, rocking and swinging between the two immense wheels, of which they had a dizzy prospect66 through the little side windows.
“There it is for ye, now!” said the waiter, triumphantly67. He had followed us downstairs and was negligently68 polishing a tablespoon with his napkin. “And Jimmy,” indicating the ostler, “’ll know of the very horse that’ll be fit to put under it.”
“No,” we said faintly, “that would never do; we want to drive ourselves.{16}”
The ostler fell into an attitude of dramatic meditation69.
“Would you be agin dhrivin’ a side-car?”
We said “No.”
Equally dramatic ecstasy70 on the part of both ostler and waiter. The former, strange to say, had a friend who was the one person in Galway who had the very thing we wanted. “Letyees be gettin’ ready now,” said Jimmy, “for I’ll go fetch it this minute.”
About half an hour later we were standing71 at the hotel doorsteps, prepared for our trial trip. On the pavement were clustered about us the beggarwomen of Galway—an awesome72 crew, from whose mouths proceeded an uninterrupted flow of blessings73 and cursings, the former levelled at us, the latter at each other and the children who hung about their skirts. We pushed our way through them, and getting up on the car announced that we were ready to start, but some delay in obtaining a piece of cord to tie up the breeching gave the beggars a precious opportunity.{17} My second cousin was recognised, and greeted by name with every endearment74.
“Aha! didn’t I tell ye ’twas her?” “Arrah, shut yer mouth, Nellie Morris. I knew the fine full eyes of her since she was a baby.” “Don’t mind them, darlin’,” said a deep voice on a level with the step of the car; “sure ye’ll give to yer own little Judy from Menlo?”
This was my cousin’s own little Judy from Menlo, and at her invocation we both snatched from our purses the necessary blackmail75 and dispensed76 it with furious haste. Most people would pay largely to escape from the appalling77 presence of this seventy-year-old nightmare of two foot nothing, and she is well aware of its compelling power.
The car started with a jerk, the driver boy running by the horse’s side till he had goaded78 it into a trot79, and then jumping on the driving-seat he lashed80 it into a gallop81, and we swung out of Eyre Square followed by the admiring screams of the beggars. The pace was kept up, and we were well out of Galway before{18} a slightly perceptible hill suddenly changed it to a funeral crawl—the animal’s head disappearing between its forelegs.
“Give me the reins,” said my second cousin. “These country boys never know how to drive,” she added in an undertone as she took them from the boy. The horse, a pale yellow creature, with a rusty82 black mane and tail, turned his head, and fixing a penetrating83 eye upon her, slightly slackened his pace. My cousin administered a professional flick84 of the whip, whereon he shrank to the other side of the road, jamming the step of the car against a telegraph post and compelling me to hurriedly whirl my legs up on to the seat. We slurred85 over the incident, however, and proceeded at the same pace to the top of the hill. A judicious86 kick from the boy urged the horse into an amble87, and things were going on beautifully when we drew near a pool of water by the roadside.
“You see he goes very well when he is properly driven,” my second cousin began, leaning noncha{19}lantly
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across the car towards me. As she spoke89, the car gave a lurch90 and came to a standstill at the edge of the pool. Apparently the yellow horse was thirsty. He was with difficulty dragged into the middle of the road again, but beyond the pool he refused to go. The boy got down with the air of one used to these things.
“If ye bate him any more he’ll lie down,” he said to my cousin. “I’ll go to the house beyond and gether a couple o’ the neighbours.”
The neighbours—that is to say, the whole of the inhabitants of the house—turned out with enthusiasm, and, having put stones behind the wheels, addressed themselves to the yellow horse with strange oaths and with many varieties of sticks.
“’Tis little he cares for yer bating,” screamed the mother after several minutes of struggle. “Let him dhrink his fill o’ the pool and he’ll go to America for ye.”
We thought that on the whole we should prefer to return to Galway, and though assured by the boy{22} of ultimate victory, we turned and made for the town on foot.
“I scarcely think that horse will do,” said my second cousin, after we had walked about half a mile, turning on me a face still purple from her exertions91 with the whip. “We want a freer animal than that.”
She had scarcely finished when there was a thundering on the road behind us, a sound of furious galloping92 and shouting, and the car appeared in sight, packed with men, and swinging from side to side as the yellow horse came along with a racing93 stride.
“Ye can sit up on the car now!” called out the boy as they neared us, “he’ll go aisy from this out.”
The car pulled up, and the volunteers got off it with loud and even devotional assurances of the yellow horse’s perfections.
But we walked back to Galway.
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