Monday, 24.--l went with two friends to see one of the greatest natural wonders in Ireland--Mount Eagle, vulgarly called Crow Patrick. The foot of it is fourteen miles from Castlebar. There we left our horses and procured a guide. It was just twelve when we alighted;
the sun was burning hot, and we had not a breath of wind. Part of the ascent was a good
deal steeper than an ordinary pair of stairs. About two we gained the top, which is an oval,
grassy plain, about a hundred and fifty yards in length and seventy or eighty in breadth. The
upper part of the mountain much resembles the Peak of Teneriffe. I think it cannot rise
much less than a mile perpendicular from the plain below. There is an immense prospect
on one side toward the sea, and on the other over the land. But as most of it is waste and
uncultivated, the prospect is not very pleasing.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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