CHAPTER XLI.
The Pier--Irish Reapers--Wild Irish Face--Father Toban--The Herd of Swine--Latin Blessing.
The day was as hot as the preceding one.

I walked slowly towards the west, and presently found myself upon a pier, or breakwater, at the mouth of the harbour.

A large steamer lay at a little distance within the pier.

There were fishing-boats on both sides, the greater number on the outer side, which lies towards the hill of Holy Head.

On the shady side of the breakwater under the wall were two or three dozen of Irish reapers; some were lying asleep, others in parties of two or three were seated with their backs against the wall, and were talking Irish; these last all appeared to be well-made middle-sized young fellows, with rather a ruffianly look; they stared at me as I passed.