[{"node":{"title":"Hanna078","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna078","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Belfast, Saint Peter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna078","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/Hanna078_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"73\n\nface. His breath smelt of whiskey. \"It\u2019s me,\u201d he said, stepping out into\nthe light. Hamilton\u2019s face lit up. \u2019eh, is it you, Shuey?. Sarah,\" he said,\n'ye know Shuey Carspindle of Lusky woods?\" The man ducked and touched his\nforehead. I hope you\u2019re well, ma\u2019am,\" he said. Get up, Shuey,\u201d continued\nHamilton, lifting the man\u2019s basket into the cart. I\u2019ll leave ye down at\nyour loanen.\u201d The man hesitated; then, \"I\u2019m much obliged t\u2019ye\u201d he replied,\nand climbed up by the wheelhub and sat down on the floor of the cart behind\nthem.\n\n\"And had ye a brave' day at Belfast, ma\u2019am? he enquired when he had\nfound his basket again.\n\n\"I had indeed,\u201d answered Sarah, \u201dand had you, Mr Carspindle?\"\n\nThe man behind then smacked his lips. Fair enough, ma'am, fair\nenough. But going to Belfast is no newance to me. Sure I\u2019ve been going\nto Belfast market ever since I was the height av two peats. I went first\nwi\u2019 my da, God rest him, five and forty years ago. My da was a very wicked\nwee man and told the daftest tales. Did ye take notice av all the church\nsteeples sticking up out av the town, ma\u2019am?\u201d he asked, prodding Sarah in\nthe ribs.\n\n\"I did that.\u201d    \u2022\n\n\u201cWell, the ould boy told me that God and St. Peter were travelling\nover Ireland on a cloud onct, and God dandered out to the edge and peeped\nover, \u2019Where would that be now, says God, pullin at his beard and looking\nby the way he was mystified. St. Peter takes a keek down. \u2019Oh-ho\u2019 says he,\nnot to be taken in, \u2019sure ye know rightly that\u2019s Belfast.' 'Is it now,\u201d\nsays God, \u2019so that\u2019s where there all coming from? By-my-name!* says he,\nwi\u2019 all them sharp points sticking up I thought it was a harrow, cowped\n","Type":"Text"}}]