[{"node":{"title":"Hanna023","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna023","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Monastery, Burden","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna023","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/Hanna023_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"18\n\nfind an errand soon in Rathard!\u201d\n\nThey went out into the mist and rain again. The wind had died away and\n\ndid not impede the men as they dragged the slipe and the silent ram along the\n\ntracks or lifted it like a hurdle over the ditches. As they reached the\n\nhighest point of the island below which their boat lay, Sarah looked back on\n\nthe road they had come. The wind had come up again and driven the mist from\n\nthe high points, the crumbling monastery, the farm and the scattered knowes\n\nwhere the sheep moved like detached fragments of mist that had bean shaken off\n\nSuddenly she cried out. To the south, upon the Mournes, a fantastic cloud-\n\nformation leaned, and from a fissure in the topmost billow a ray of sun poured\n\ndown balor-like upon the earth. The beam, fire-tinged, and the looming mass\n\nbehind, struck a chill of fear into the tired and buffetted group on the\n\nheadland. Then, as though a lid swam sleepily, the eye diminished and the\n\nhead seemed to nod forward. The farmhand turned with an oath and clattered\n\ndown the path leading to the beach, the slipe bumping behind him, and the\n\nothers hurrying on his heels. Had they delayed a moment they would have seen\n\nthe cloud decapitated by the straining wind and the malignant glow appear\n\ndiffused, opalescent and harmless.\n\nAt the beach Hamilton and Frank tilted the boat to run off the rainwater\n\nAndrew and the farmhand released the ram from the slipe and it now scrambled\n\nto its feet looking very dejected and sorry for itself, At least Sarah seemed\n\nto think so, for she stood over it, crooning and scratching its drooping head,\n\nbut she moved away lightly from Pentland as he approached her.\n\n\"Let us be going now,\u201d said Andrew. The ram was urged to the water\u2019s\n\nedge and hoisted into the boat. Sarah was snatched up by Frank, and as he\n\nstood thigh-deep in the water he turned a little towards Pentland with his\n\nburden before he seated her in the stern.. Already the two men on the beach\n","Type":"Text"}}]