[{"node":{"title":"Hanna019","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna019","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Island, Mainland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna019","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/Hanna019_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"14\n\nand placed her in the stern. She thanked him, ignoring the shadow on his\n\nbrother's face#  Andrew pushed off and passed t'o oar forward to Hamilton,\n\nand the two brothers sent the little boat dancing over the shallow leaden\n\nwaters. Above them to the east, a cloud rose up, spreading rapidly on either\n\nhand like a sheaf shaken loose, a blue light played swiftly over the low\n\nhills of Ards, followed by a distant rattle of thunder, The boat threaded\n\nits way between the Intervening islets, crept across the sound, and grated \u2022\n\non the shingle beach of Pentlands island, They left the boat and crossed\n\nthe loose stones. Beyond a bolt of coarse grass and shrivelled harebells\n\nthey came upon the path leading up to the farm.\n\nThe island was less than half-a-rmile long, and the Echlins and Sarah\n\nhad arrived on the highest point so that they could look down the whole length\n\nof it. ,except for the cultivated fields to the east the ground was given\n\nover to sheep-grazing, and the animals could be seen moving about in little\n\ngrey drifts among the stones and rocks that burnt through the close-cropped\n\nturf. At the- beach nearest the mainland was the shell of a monastic\n\nsettlement surrounded by smooth grassy mounds, which, Andrew told Sarah,\n\nwere \"the graves of old kings.\" The farm sat in the riddle of the island,\n\nand from it, as the travellers paused on the skyline, cane the barking of a\n\ndog.\n\nbeyond the island black clouds were mounting on each other's shoulders.\n\n\"It\u2019s raining on the lough\" said Hamilton, pointing to where a ragged\n\nCurtain of light fell across the water. Puff of wind lifted their hail,\n\n\u201cwill the boat'be all right?\" asked Andrew looking back at the beach, when\n\nthe two young men had satisfied him on this, they moved down towards the farm.\n\nA shift of rain struck their faces as they hurried into Pentland\u2019s\n","Type":"Text"}}]