[{"node":{"title":"Hanna077","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna077","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Parents, Cart","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna077","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/Hanna077_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"72\n\nclimbed up and Hamilton rounded the horse\u2019s head into the homeward traffic.\n\nSarah, gazing down from her high seat thought the people strange and\nhostile again, The shawled women hurried by unseeing, the men whistled\nand stamped their feet impatiently, waiting a chance to duck under the\nhorse\u2019s head or swing through by the tailboard. When they looked up their\nglance was curt, indifferent, like men who had tired of the sight of\nhuman faces. The holiday was over. She shivered and wound her hands in\nthe rug, longing for home.\n\nTheir cart was one in a long procession of carts, moving back through\nthe dusk of the winter evening towards the townlands. They overtook great\ncountry carts laden to the brim with bags of feeding meal on which the\ndriver lay, and perhaps one or two others, smoking and singing. On the\n\nquiet verge of the road tramped men and women carrying baskets of city\npurchases. At the loanen-heads, sleepy numb little children, silenced\nby the cold and stars, were gathered under greatcoats in clusters of two\nor three, waiting for the return of their parents. Then the thin gold n\ncries ringing over quiet fields as a cart lantern halted on the road and\nthe great tufted horse set his feet carefully on-the loanen. The youngest\nchild was hauled up by his braces and crouched, shuddering with joy, under\nthe warmth of his father\u2019s jacket.\n\nHamilton\u2019s light cart bowled on through the cold green twilight,\novertaking carts and people on foot. He drew up outside Ardpatrick and\nlighted his lamp. A man whom he had just passed came running out of the\ndusk, calling on his name. \"I thought I saw ye going past, he said,\nleaning breathlessly against the wheel. He carried a large hamper on\nhis arm. Echlin, dazzled by the candleflame, peered down into the stranger\u2019s\n","Type":"Text"}}]