I had ofte a day walking with John Synge, but a year or two ago I travelled for a month alohrough the west of Ireland with him. He was the best panion for a roadway any one could have, always ready and always the same; a bold walker, up hill and down dale, i sun and the pelting rain. I remember a deluge on the Erris Peninsula, where we lay among the sand hills and at his suggestion heaped sand upon ourselves to try and keep dry.
Whearted on our journey, as the train steamed out of Dublin, Synge said: Now the elder of us two should be in and on this trip. So we pared notes and I found that he was two months older than myself. So he was boss and whe was a questioher we should take the road to the west or the road to the south, it was Synge who finally decided.
Synge was fond of little children and animals. I remember how glad he was to stop and lean on a wall in Gorumna and watch a woman in afield shearing a sheep. It was an old sheep and must have often ……（内容加载失败！）
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