The butterfly seems to be unknown in Scotland, and has only been recorded from Killarney in Ireland.
Killarney, the region of the arbutus, boasts of no such tree as this.
There is nothing to detain us on the way and we soon turn into the grounds of the Victoria Hotel just before we reach Killarney.
Upon the whole, Killarney, among the lakes that I have seen, can scarcely be said to have a rival.
I can well believe it, for the salmon we saw caught at Killarney were mere babies beside the ones which are captured here.
The scene is laid at Killarney, Ireland; time, last century.
A fortnight earlier Uncle Luke and my godmother had been married, and were now spending a quiet honeymoon at Killarney.
At Killarney a variety of articles are made from the wood of the arbutus.
Next morning we set out for the southern slope of the Killarney mountains.
In Ireland, not uncommon at Killarney, and reported from a few other localities.