Muilrea – Entrance to the Killery

Artist(s) : J.A. Wheeler (Engraver)

View of the entrance to Killary Harbour and of Muilrea, or Mweelrea, looming high above the water. There is a small sailing boat in the foreground, with two fishermen at work with nets. A barrel floats nearby. A little further off there is a second boat, with sails hoisted. In the distance, towards Mweelrea and the mouth of the fjord, are some further sailing boats.

Inscribed in Image

  • Signature – S.L. [?] / J. A. Wheeler Sc

Image Details

Genre Landscape
Technique Wood engravings
Subject(s) Marines, Nature, Rural life, Transportation
Geographical Location
  • Muilrea/Mweelrea - Mountain
  • Killary Harbour - Named locality
  • Mayo - County
  • Galway - County
  • Connaught - Province
Keywords(s) Bays (Bodies of water), Boats, Fishing, Harbours, Men, Mountains, Peasants, People, Seas
Colour Monochrome
Dimensions 7.4 cm x 7.5 cm
Published / created 1839

Bibliographical Details

Travel Account A tour in Connaught
Print or manuscript Print
Location of image in copy opp. p. 274
Source copy National Library of Ireland J 91412
Alternative source

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Rights Courtesy of the National Library of Ireland

Related text from travel account

We arrived in good time at Leenane, and found the new owner, or rather renter, a civil but inexperienced woman, who had lately taken possession, and who complained bitterly of her landlord, who had promised to put the house in good repair, and make it sufficiently decent to induce travellers to stop with her. [p. 273] This, it was evident, he had not done, and I was ready to partake in her vexation on observing the nice furniture and other accommodations intended for a good inn, stowed away in such a truly uncomfortable and dirty house. Having bespoke our dinner, we expressed a desire to go by boat to see Lord Sligo's sporting lodge at Delphi; and here it was well that we asked the price before engaging it, for the landlady, in order, perhaps, to compensate, as she might, for her, as yet, unsuccessful speculation, demanded more for a vile, dirty, leaky brute of a boat, than we would have paid for the hire of one of the gayest and best appointed cutters in Kingstown harbour. However, by appearing to care little whether we should go or not, we, by-and-by, agreed on more reasonable terms and went afloat. It was also well that the water was smooth, for the boat was not only leaky and heavy, but the fellows that undertook to row us seemed any thing but expert. They were uncooth, savage creatures; the elder of the two knew but little English, and the other none at all, and they both seemed discontented and very much out of humour at being obliged to leave their potato planting to go rowing a pair of idle Sassenach fools, as they evidently considered us to be.
I consider myself well paid for this boating excursion. Nothing can be finer than the mountain scenery all around. When you are in the middle of the bay you seem locked in on every side, and were it not for the smell and colour, and vegetation peculiar to the sea, the incomparable sea, you would imagine [p. 274] you were on a mountain lake; but there is scarcely any lake that has not a flat, tame end, generally that where the superabundant waters flow off and form a river; but here nothing was tame; on every side the magnificent mountains seemed to vie with each other which should catch and keep your attention most. Northwards the Fenamore mountains—the Partree range to the east—Maamturc to the south—a little more to the south-west the sparkling cones of the twelve pins of Benabola—then a little more to the west, the Renvyle mountain—and off to the north of that again, the monarch of the whole amphitheatre, Muilrea, with its cap of clouds that it has caught, and anon flings fitfully off, as much as to say, I am the great cloud-compeller of Europe, and not one of you, ye proud rangers of the sky, shall come from the banks of Newfoundland without paying me tribute, and, no doubt, ample tribute they do pay, and we had every reason to be fearful of partaking in the results of Mr. Muilrea tapping the American—but the alarm was false; the clouds only slowly rolled their huge masses along the topmost ranges, and we could see in their clear glory all the inferior hills as they rejoiced in the lights and shadows of the uncertain day. [pp. 272-274]
Muilrea – Entrance to the Killery