PART IV
No two journeys to these islands are alike. This morning I sailed with the steamer a little after five o'clock in a cold night air, with the stars shining on the bay. A number of Claddagh fishermen had been out all night fishing not far from the harbour, and without thinking, or perhaps caring to think, of the steamer, they had put out their nets in the channel where she was to pass. Just before we started the mate sounded the steam whistle repeatedly to give them warning, saying as he did so:
'If you were out now in the bay, gentlemen, you'd hear some fine prayers being said.'
When we had gone a little way we began to see the light from the turf-fires carried by the fishermen flickering on the water, and to hear a faint noise of angry voices. Then the outline of a large fishing-boat came in sight through the darkness, with the forms of three men who stood on the deck shrieking and howling at us to alter our course. The captain feared to turn aside, as there are sandbanks near the channel; so the engines were stopped, and we glided over the nets without doing them harm. As we passed close to the boat the crew could be seen
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