[{"node":{"title":"Hanna022","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna022","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Farmhand, Oilskins","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna022","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/Hanna022_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"17\n\nthe door, his bellows, penetrating the storm, were answered by his plaintive\n\ndams as they stood heads buried in the whins and tails out to the rain.\n\nPentland came stamping into the kitchen and it seemed to Sarah that some of\n\nhis good-nature had worn away. \"Sorra take it for a bad beast, that!\u201d he\n\ndeclared, slapping his chafed hands on his soaked sleeves. The farmhand,\n\nstanding in the doorway, declared that it would be folly to attempt to drag\n\nthe ram over the island and suggested throwing him on the slipe and hauling \u2022\n\nhim down to the boat.\n\nHamilton agreed with this, but Andrew seemed determined to oppose any\n\nsuggestions of Pentland's, and declared that a man could carry the beast\n\nround the island, and going out he caught the ram by his woolly pow and with\n\nthe unwilling help of his sons raised it on his shoulders. But his triumph\n\nwas short-lived. The muscular arm could not hold the writhing animal, and\n\nafter a few staggering steps the ram slithered out of his grasp and would\n\nhave been away into the mist had not the servingman caught the tether and\n\nHamilton thrown himself on the animal(s fleecy back. \"That\u2019s enough o'\n\nthis foolishness\u201d said Hamilton sharply, taking the rope in his hands. \"Away\n\nand fetch the slipe, Geordie,\u201d he 3aid to the man, and when it was dragged\n\nout the ram was tied and laid upon it.\n\nBy this time the Echlins were soaked and Mrs Pentland would have\n\ndelayed them further to dry themselves, but they were determined to go. Fergus\n\nreturned to- the kitchen with an armful of oilskins. As he unknotted the\n\nstrings of Sarah\u2019s sou'wester he bent hi3 mouth to her ear \"Let's hope there's\n\nwarmth and sunshine when ye come back\" he said.\n\nShe looked up at him from tinder the hood. \"Then its the summer ye want\n\nto see us again?\" she asked with a smile on her lips.\n\n\"Ah, I didn\u2019t mean that, at all!\u201d he protested laughingly. \"Leave me to\n","Type":"Text"}}]