[{"node":{"title":"Hanna040","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna040","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Visitors, Humour","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna040","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/Hanna040_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"35\n\nChapter Seven\n\nAgnes Sampson and her husband, Petie, lived in one of two small thactched\n\ncottages which sat on top of Knocknadreemally, so called because here the\n\nfringes of Havara, Banyil and Lusky woods touched. The visitors entering the\n\ncottage set swinging clusters and strings of herbs and roots hanging from the\n\ndark rafters. On the mantelpiece and deep window-ledge sat jars filled with\n\ntormentil, tansy and golden rod, and many other dried pods, flowers, barks and\n\nroots. Iron time to time there arose murmurs among the wealthier farmers of\n\nan inquiry into the old woman\u2019s traffic, and a possible prosecution. .Jut Q3\n\nit was never proven that she had injured any of her poor patients, but on the\n\ncontrary had dispelled innumerable fevers, bruises and domestic upsets, nothing\n\nwas ever done about it.\n\nHer humour, energy and skill, and the many wild nights when she had clung\n\nto the back of a frantic non as he whipped his horse along the roads, so that\n\nshe might be inn tine to wipe the lips and catch the last words of some dying\n\ncrone, or deliver safely a whimpering child, had further endeared her in the\n\naffection and respect of the country folk.\n\nHer husband, Petie, was a small soft-spoken man who only put on a jacket\n\nwhen he was going to meeting-house. Be had a remarkable collection of parti-\n\ncoloured waistcoats which he wore three at a time, winter and summer. Thus he\n\nhad twelve pockets in which to mislay his chewing roll, opportunities of which\n\nhe took full advantage. But as he was a gentle humorous creature, the search\n\nwas calm and leisured.\n\nHaving neither chick nor child, as the country folk say, Petie and Agnes\n\nhad worked for many years in the fields of their neighbours, particularly the\n\nEchlins and their cousins the Pentlands. Agnes had been present at the birth\n","Type":"Text"}}]