The House on the Borderland Large Print

RIGHT AWAY in the west of Ireland lies a tiny hamlet called Kraighten. It is situated, alone, at the base of a low hill. Far around there spreads a waste of bleak and totallyinhospitable country; where, here and there at great intervals, one may come upon theruins of some long desolate cottage-unthatched and stark. The whole land is bare andunpeopled, the very earth scarcely covering the rock that lies beneath it, and with whichthe country abounds, in places rising out of the soil in wave-shaped ridges.Yet, in spite of its desolation, my friend Tonnison and I had elected to spend ourvacation there. He had stumbled on the place, by mere chance, the year previously, during the course of a long walking tour, and discovered the possibilities for the angler, in a small and unnamed river that runs past the outskirts of the little villa