October 28, 1916 pg3

II.

I had a fine time in the Emerald Isle. I saw all my cousins, also
uncle George and uncle Hugh's wife aunt Martha. I enjoyed the
trip very much. It is a most beautiful place, but still I wouldn't
want to farm there, the farms are so small and hilly. My cousin
Sam has some notion of settling down in Canada yet.

I don't know whether I mentioned Belfast in my other letter,
but it's sure quite a fine city. The largest ship-building yards
in the world are in this notable place, also the largest tobacco
factory, largest linen factory and I'm sorry to say the
largest destillery. Each factory covers a block or more, while the ship
yards contain thousands of acres. Much of this has been formed
by dumping cinders and all kinds of rejected material on the seashore
and thus extending the yards away out in the ocean. This
stuff underneath is packed down solid and then paved with
something on top, and it is hard to believe that it has been
artificially made, but the man who showed me through the
yards and city once worked at ship building there, and it was
from him I got this information. He is a brother-in-law of uncle
George Radcliffe, Sam's father. You remember Irish Sam.