But there was a cry of land.

The billows dashed in wildly, then as now, from the coasts of an undiscovered world, and left the same line of white foam upon Eire's western coast.

The magnificent _Inver_ rolled its tide of beauty between gentle hills and sunny slopes, till it reached what now is appropriately called Kenmare.

The distant Reeks showed their clear summits in sharp outline, pointing to the summer sky.

The long-backed Mangerton and quaintly-crested Carn Tual were there also; and, perchance, the Roughty and the Finihe sent their little streams to swell the noble river bay.