[{"node":{"title":"Hanna075","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna075","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Children, Cromac","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna075","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/Hanna075_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"70\n\nAlthough living only twenty miles from Belfast, Sarah had never\nbeen in the city before. Now she sat high in the cart, turning her head\nfrom side aa she watched the teeming crowds of oilstained men crossing\nthe road, some under the horse\u2019s very nose, and some waiting impatiently\nuntil the traffic slackened.    \n\n\u201cWhere would they be coming from?\" she asked, her eyes wide with\nsurprise, \"They\u2019re shipyard workers, Hamilton explained, pointing with\nhis whip to where a mass of slendar gantries like a piece of jagged lace\nstood at the bottom of a hill with a sliver of grey water at their feet,\n\"and this is their dinner-hour.\"\n\nShe stared in wonder at a woman who shot out of a low doorway, like\na cork out of a bottle, with a rabble of laughing dirty children tumbling\nbehind her onto the pavement. A man in a tweed cap stood in the door-\nway shouting and shaking his fist. the woman passed close to the cart\nSarah saw that she was weeping.\n\nThey passed over the bridges leading into the town and Hamilton\nleft the horse and cart in Cromac Square. He led Sarah to the variety\nmarket where old women, surrounded by piles of bedsteads, clothes,\npictures, boxes of fruit and tottering columns of books, paused only in\ntheir monotonous cries to blow on their numbed fingers. Sarah bought a\nlustre Jug and a worn paisley shawl for her mother. When Hamilton saw\nher eyeing two highly glazed and warty figures of a highland girl and\nher lover on whose delph plaid a tartan was daubed, he fished with finger\nand thumb in the slit pocket close to his waistband.\n\nThey carried their purchases back to the square and laid the figures,\nwrapped in straw, at the bottom of the cart. When Hamilton had shaken up\n","Type":"Text"}}]