Clare Island

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

View of Clare Island seen from the mainland, across Clew Bay. Foliage frames the image in the foreground. A large building stands in the middle distance, not far from the shore. Further away, to the left, another imposing building is located very close to the water’s edge, where two ships are moored. A third ship and several sailing boats are dotted around the bay.

Inscribed in Image

  • Signature – J. A. Wheeler Sc
  • Caption outside of boundaries of image – Clare Island.

Image Details

Genre Landscape
Technique Wood engravings
Subject(s) Marines, Nature
Geographical Location
  • Clare Island, Co. Mayo - Island
  • Mayo - County
  • Connaught - Province
Keywords(s) Bays (Bodies of water), Beaches, Boats, Cliffs, Harbours, Islands, Lands, Mansions, Seas, Ships, Trees
Colour Monochrome
Dimensions 7.2 cm x 8 cm
Published / created 1839

Bibliographical Details

Travel Account A tour in Connaught
Contributor(s)
Print or manuscript Print
Location of image in copy opp. p. 280
Source copy National Library of Ireland J 91412
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Related text from travel account

At length, however, we got into the small harbour on the eastern side of the island, and landed on the little pier that has been erected immediately under Grana Uaile's castle, of which nothing remains but a square tower, little differing from those that are to be found all over Ireland, but standing in a very picturesque position. [p. 298]
Departing from Louisburg in order to embark for Clare Island, Mr. S sent his servant-man along with us to show a short cut to the shore, and a curious fellow he was as ever I met; it might be well said here, like master like man; for wearing as he did an old rusty black coat, that once graced the worthy minister, he seemed to derive an assimilation, not only in the outward, but inner man, and the similarity was as caricaturish in the one as in the other. He was full of legendary lore; knew all about Fin M'Coul, Gal M'Morni, Cunan Miul, and Osgar; had the polemic conversations of St. Patrick and Oisin by heart; was acquainted with all the great events of the Reek and Patrick's triumphs over the diabolic serpents there, and the history of Grana Uaile was at his fingers' ends. While sitting on a green bank overhanging the southern cliffs of Clew Bay, the sun warm, the winds still, the ocean placid, and nothing to interrupt the stillness of the grand and yet beautiful scene, except the gentle tossing of the complacent ocean on the ranges of rock below, we talked of Fin M'Coul and his Fions, and he told me the story of the origin of Lough Derg in Donegal, which I have narrated in my sketches in Donegal. He spoke of these Fions as giants, and as a proof of their existence, that he saw some years ago a man's // skull raised out of a morass near Louisburg, that was as large as the head of a potteen still!! "And how large might that be Paddy," says I, "seeing as how I may not be acquainted as well as you with the gauge of a still." "Why, plase your honour, it might hold five gallons or thereabouts." "Why," says I," such a head as that might be too large even for a horse." "Troth, yes; but don't all the world know the Fions were giants?" As Clare Island lay before us, and it looked beautiful in its raised outline, stopping up, as I may say loosely, the mouth of Clew Bay, we talked of it and of Grana Uaile and the O'Mealeys, of which noble race she was. [pp. 286-287]
Clare Island