[{"node":{"title":"Hanna066","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna066","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Plough, Brittle","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna066","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/Hanna066_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"61\n\nShe could hear Irani: whistling to the starling, and Hamilton stamping\n\namiably at tho hearth as he thrust his feet into his boots, the rain\n\nhad gone and the sun was shining on the fields. Te farm-houses and\n\nthe little roads of their neighbours could be seen again, the three of\n\nthem were happy and looked into each other\u2019ll ayes when they spoke.\n\nHamilton ploughed in the field running down to the road, i\u2019he earth\n\nlaid bare would be cleansed by the winter's frost. As his day's work\n\nwent forward, the light-heartedness of the morning left him. He was\n\nperplexed and brooding again as he bent to the plough. At last the light\n\nbegan to go and he pulled the plough into the side. As he shaved the\n\ndry soil from his hands he spoke aloud to the horse. \"Damn-4t-skin, what\n\naffair is it o' mine if she marries him?\" the animal turned it3 head\n\nin mild wonder. He caught the horse by the mane and mounted. At the\n\nhead of the field he turned to look down on his day's work, the furrows\n\ngleamed in the brittle evening light like fresh-combed hair.\n","Type":"Text"}}]