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National Geographic : 1964 Aug
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We climbed up one side of the swells and slid like a bobsled down the other. I rode all over Rathlin on a tractor driven by Bertie Curry, Jim's brothel, who lives with his parents on a cattle farm. It's a green and hilly place, roughly seven miles long by a mile wide, with rocky cliffs facing the sea as you come up to the harbor, Church Bay. There's a lighthouse at either end and a third one in the middle. Two stone churches-one Catholic, one Protestant look down from a hillside. There are seven Chimney smoke wafts gently skyward, mingling with the waning light of a Septem ber afternoon. These houses stand just out side the walls of Londonderry, Ulster's sec ond city. Waving a homemade flag, child warriors (left) call to mind the Siege of 1689 when 13 apprentices of Derry slammed the gates in the face of James II's army. Destined for demolition, many of these old houses will soon vanish, to be replaced by new developments. In the past 20 years, Ulster has rehoused more than a fourth of its 1.5 million inhabitants. KODACHROMEBY ROBERT B. GOODMAN C N.G.S. 253
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