d him to lend him 50l. until
his funds came to hand. Daniel O'Connell, who was a keen judge of
character, lent him the money without hesitation, and was shortly
repaid, with many expressions of gratitude. About a year afterwards
the Englishman was ordered on a foreign station, and, unwilling to
leave Ireland without giving some tangible expression of his
thankfulness to O'Connell, called upon him and presented him with the
duelling pistols in question, which were accepted as heartily as the
money was lent. On taking his leave the Englishman said, "If you
should ever have occasion to use these pistols you will find them very
good ones; they have already killed ten men." The first and only time
"Ould Dan" used them he killed Mr. D'Esterre, to whose family, it must
be added, he afterwards did all he could to atone for that injury.

Mr. O'Connell also showed me a brass blunderbuss once the property of
Robert Emmet. It has a revolving chamber, which, instead of turning
automatically, must be adjusted by hand after every shot, a curious
forerunner of Colt's invention, adaptation, or revival. Derrynane is
delightfully situated at a spot called appropriately "White Strand,"
from the silvery sand washed by the Atlantic waves. Above it stands
the celebrated circular fort of Staigue, built of dry stone, and with
an inclined plane inside like those at West Cove and Ballycarbery.
Opposite is the magnificent rocky peninsula of Lamb Head, the road
across which much resembles parts of St. Gothard, plus the magnificent
sea shining in the sun.

The crag of Lamb Head, broken into a thousand jagged slopes, is here
and there overgrown with short sweet herbage. Wherever grass grows
there will a Kerry calf or "collop" be found. How the pretty little
black cattle cling like flies to those dizzy windy heights is
marvellous; but there they are, night and day, for months at a
stretch, giving no trouble to anybody, growing into condition ready
for "finishing" on richer pasture, and giving life and beauty to a
scene which would, without them, be but grandly desolate. The little
Kerries are greatly prized as "milkers," and they yield good beef, but
very little of it--not more than four hundredweight per beast. By the
side of the superb shorthorns of the Ardfert herd they look like
goats; but such cattle as Mr. Crosbie's cream-coloured bull are only
suited to richer pasture than the rocks of Lamb Head. It may also be
added that for the purpose of d