[{"node":{"title":"Hanna026","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna026","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kinship, Gunwale","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna026","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/Hanna026_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"a passage and approaching the deep channel where a swift racing band of\n\nwater, broken and wind-blown, raised itself like the ruff of an angry dog.\n\nThen, as they neared mid-channel, Sarah felt a sudden exhilaration and a\n\nsurge of kinship and love for her three companions. Her fear was subdued\n\nand lost in this feeling of kinship, of nearness to men who recognised the\n\ndanger, accepted it, and were battling with it. Unconsciously, her body\n\nmoved in sympathy with the rowers. The bow entered the frothing race, Andrew\n\nand Frank strained on their oars, the boat shuddered madly and was straightened\n\nby Hamilton. Then they were across safely into the choppy broken lea-water\n\nof the island. Frank threw back his head and laughed aloud.\n\nThey were coming up under the lea of the island. At a hoardes word\n\nfrom Andrew, Hamilton pulled the nose of the punt from a patch of water that\n\nrevolved with sinister glassiness in the midst of the spume and fret. But in\n\nthe end they came too close. A shaggy rock suddenly loured above them. As\n\nAndrew shouted, a sheep scrambled up in fear and brayed at the passing boat.\n\nFrank felt the ram writhe under his feet. He beat down savagely with his\n\nfist on its iron-hard head. The animal scrambled up until its forelegs lay\n\nover the gunwhale. Hamilton, raised high above the water, dragged hi3 oar\n\nin a flurry of broken foam and fell back over his father, The boat dropped\n\ndown drinking deeply, and sank. The four people lay in the tumbling water.\n\nThe punt rose sluggishly among them, keel uppermost, Sarah lay for a\n\nmoment with her face to the sky, then fingers of iron, sinking agonisingly\n\ninto her flesh, lifted her and hurled her across the shelving keel, shaking\n\nthe water from her nose and mouth, she raised her face and saw the three men\n\nriding the waves, their arms stretched over the curving belly of the boat.\n\n\"Pull yourself forrit, Sarah, and lie on our hands!\u201d shouted Hamilton,\n\ngripping the ridge of the keel. The girl dragged herself forward and laid\n","Type":"Text"}}]