Tuesday, June 25th

Fishguard harbor.

Fishguard harbor.

Lusitania, 1912.

Lusitania from launch.

St. David?

Mr. Strawbridge, Freddie, Clayton, on the St. David? The raincoats say so.

Irish Sea.

June 25th
Land! Breakfast was just over when we sighted the green headlands sheltering Fishguard Harbor. After an hour of interesting procedure with baggage and mail, we were put on the port lighter, and run swiftly to the station side. Then baggage - but little fuss, and we were ready for the afternoon (7) boat to Rosslare. While waiting, we wandered over Fishguard. A steep climb took us to the top of the high headland overlooking the bay. A beautiful spot. A hasty retreat to avoid a shower was successful. Then we put out for lunch. At 2:30 we took ship for Ireland, on the St. David, a beautiful seaworthy boat. And well for us. For the winds of one night continued to disturb the channel, and breakers and rough going were to be had a plenty. For a time all of us dared the forward decks; but soon the waves and spray drove us to shelter back of the center of the ship, - stacks and deck horns serving as shelter. D.S.B. + C.B. just escaped sickness. C.S. also queasy. The other three of us had the time of our lives. A magnificent sight.

page (7a) and Jill's notes.

Train in Rosslare.

Freddie, Mr. Strawbridge, Charles Brown, D.S. Burgess, Queen Beb**taria??, Rosslare.

At Rosslare we shipped baggage to Dublin. We boarded the train for (8) a five hour journey, - lunchless. Nothing to be had till 8:30. How famished we were! But tea put aboard for us brought renewed energy.([7a]Mr. S. declared that the "tea was the most miserable meal he ever experienced, but was willing to eat it in absolute hunger!)

Ireland was beautiful. We followed the full brimmed wex through Co. Wexford. The fields looked rich, in their dense grass, - and we wondered how many people could be well provided for, where seemingly so much was meagerly used. In the distant west and north we caught outlines of high hills. Then at Arklow we entered the valley of the Ovoka, - a richly picturesque stream, bounded by steep wooded banks, with ravines and pools at intervals, - resembling the beauties of many of the best scenes of New Hampshire, familiar to walks. Then out along the sea we ran again with the highlands of Wicklow to the (9) west. Truly a glorious ride, with all its variety of landscape,-valleys, hills, + sea.

Dublin and a wide bed! The luxury of that after bunks! But I fell asleep while rejoicing, - and then another day.