A Journey In Ireland 1921 PDF Download

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter xv Belfast It was evening.... The Lough lay glooming in an uncertain light. One or two yachts and small fishing-smacks rode upon grey waters. The Liverpool steamer made her way seawards on the ebb-tide. Over yonder the hills of Antrim frowned rainfully across the smoke of Belfast. There is a promenade between the railway line and the shores of the Lough at Holywood. Here, on the evening of Friday, May 6th, young couples strolled, inhaling the salt and seaweed air. A little inland, on low, wooded hills, white, substantial villas peeped through the foliage of gardens. Leaving the station, I found an avenue of chestnuts leading up to the little suburb itself. Half-way along this, on the left-hand side, a small crowd stood outside a building of the plain, sensible sort so liberally affected by Belfast. There was cheering, and a motor-car was approaching at a foot's pace, accompanied by an enthusiastic throng. The car stopped. There was another outburst of cheering; from the car stepped a broad, thick-set man with an expansive, good-humoured face. It was Sir James Craig. He shook a policeman's hand with a grip so hearty as to make the worthy fellow wince. Followed by Lady Craig, he entered the Hall. It was packed. It was packed with men and women in almost equal proportions, who rose on the Ulster leader's entry. When you scrutinised them individually, you perceived an English audience or a Scotch one. One thing it had not the appearance of--an Irish audience. William of Orange looked down. William of Orange on a white charger stared indomitably from his vantage-point across the battlefield of the Boyne. In other guises he looked at you from the Orangemen's banners. He was green, he was framed in scarlet, he was pointing, he was...