[{"node":{"title":"Hanna018","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna018","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Parlour, Bleached","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna018","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna018_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"13\n\n\"I've an errand over tae the Pentlands o\u2019 the Island one of these\n\ndays'said Andrew, \"and if we\u2019re spared, 1\u201911 take ye.\" Martha, after\n\nwaiting for their cups, cast out the dishwater across the dark close, shot\n\nthe bolt again, then went to her bed in silence.\n\nThe rich colouring of the land was shorn away, or beaten down by wind\n\nand rain. On the hills the grey fields were like the faces of spent men; the\n\nloaves lay in sodden drifts in the poanena, and the water rose broadly is the\n\nwells, the men ran new runlets against the equinoctial storms, patched barns\n\nand byres, breaded hedges where the falling leaf revealed gaps and listened\n\npatiently to the indoor needs of the farmwife. The women felt the breasts\n\nof fowls, laid fragrant apples in the loft, and in the comfortable farms\n\ndrew out again voluminous half-finished embroidered clothes from parlour chests.\n\nThe rhythm of life in the countryside moves cautiously in the winter\n\nmonths, but the insistent note of the coming spring is never unheeded,and one\n\nmorning Andrew said that he would have to cross over to Pentland\u2019s to bring\n\nback a prize ram, his idea was that all five of them should go, but Martha\n\nwas against putting her foot in a wee husk of a boat, as she called it, By\n\nmidday the sky had darkened, and Mrs Gomartin tried to dissude Sarah from\n\ngoing with the men, out the girl insisted, and after some bickering with her\n\nmother, left the farmhouse with Andrew, Hamilton and rank, as they descended\n\nthe brae to the beach Andrew pointed out to the girl Pentiand\u2019a island which\n\nlay about a mile and a half down the lough and beyond several smaller islands,\n\nran the top of the hill the house could be seen shining in a shaft of sunlight\n\nwhich fell for a moment through the mounting clouds, before the boathouse lay \n\nbleached rollers, half-eurieu in the shingle*\n\nAndrew unearthed then, and the others ran the boat down to the water, where it\n\nrocked gently, with an eager kissing sound, . Hamilton lifted Sarah in his arms\n","Type":"Text"}}]