[{"node":{"title":"Hanna025","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna025","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rathard, Menace","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna025","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/Hanna025_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"20\n\nChapter Four\n\nSarah studied Andrew's face before she spoke. \u201cWhy do ye no like\n\nPentland?\" she asked. The old nan, whose eyes had been fixed on the rowers,\n\nturned to her. He dashed the drops vigorously from his brow and mouth. \"Pah:\n\nThat pachel - he's only an ould jinny of a man!\u201d When she did not respond\n\nhe added without taking his attention from the boat's course: \"when ye see\n\nmair o' him, you'll heed what 1 say.\"\n\nThe nose of the punt was set below Rathard so that the rowers could get\n\nwhat ease they might by running with the race down the lough and pulling up\n\ngain in the calmer waters under the hill. Andrew now crept forward and took\n\na third oar, so that he and Frank were pulling on the starboard side and\n\nHamilton, the most powerful rower of the three, was rowing on the port. Slowly\n\nthe boat began to move obliquely across the channel-race. The wind was rising\n\nagain, and it became evident to the three men that they were being carried down\n\nat such a pace that it would be impossible to make the passage between the\n\nsmall islands which lay between them and home. Hamilton decided what they should\n\ngive up the idea of landing at Rathard and let themselves be carried further\n\ndown and round the shelter of a third island from where they could pull across\n\ninto Dufferin bay, two miles below Rathard. He shouted this in disjointed\n\nsentences as he bent and straightened to his oar,witih a rusty tin Sarah\n\nbailed the rain water and spume that gurgled and slopped at her feet. She was\n\ndrenched to the skin but long past caring, \u00bbhen she looked up she saw the heads\n\nand bodies of the three men approaching and receding as they combed the tumbling\n\nwaves.\n\nImpeded by hundreds of islands, the waves never mounted to the fury of\n\nthose of the sea, the menace lying in the currents that raced through the\n\npassages between island and island. The punt was now crawling across such\n","Type":"Text"}}]