Before me lay a long straggling street of cabins, irregularly thrown, as if riddled over the ground; this I was informed was Kilkee; while my good steed, therefore, was enjoying his potation, I dismounted, to stretch my legs and look about me, and scarcely had I done so when I found half the population of the village assembled round Peter, whose claims to notoriety, I now learned, depended neither upon his owner's fame, nor even my temporary possession of him.

Peter, in fact, had been a racer, once--when, the wandering Jew might perhaps have told, had he ever visited Clare--for not the oldest inhabitant knew the date of his triumphs on the turf; though they were undisputed traditions, and never did any man appear bold enough to call them in question: whether it was from his patriarchal character, or that he was the only race-horse ever known in his county I cannot say, but, of a truth, the Grand Lama could scarcely be a greater object of reverence in Thibet, than was Peter in Kilkee.
"Musha, Peter, but it's well y'r looking," cried one.
"Ah, thin, maybe ye an't fat on the ribs," cried another.
"An' cockin' his tail like a coult," said a third.
I am very certain, if I might venture to judge from the faces about, that, had the favourite for the St.Leger, passed through Kilkee at that moment, comparisons very little to his favor had been drawn from the assemblage around me.

With some difficulty I was permitted to reach my much admired steed, and with a cheer, which was sustained and caught up by every denizen of the village as I passed through, I rode on my way, not a little amused at my equivocal popularity.
Being desirous to lose no time, I diverged from the straight road which leads to Kilrush, and took a cross bridle-path to Callonby; this, I afterwards discovered was a detour of a mile or two, and it was already sun-set when I reached the entrance to the park.

I entered the avenue, and now my impatience became extreme, for although Peter continued to move at the same uniform pace, I could not persuade myself that he was not foundering at every step, and was quite sure we were scarcely advancing; at last I reached the wooden bridge, and ascended the steep slope, the spot where I had first met her, on whom my every thought now rested.

I turned the angle of the clump of beech trees from whence the first view of the house is caught--I perceived to my inexpressible delight that gleams of light shone from many of the windows, and could trace their passing from one to the other.