[{"node":{"title":"Hanna085","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna085","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bottle, Frost","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna085","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/Hanna085_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"80\n\nshaking and cringing with joy around Carspindle as he lowered himself to\nthe ground.\n\n\"Have ye got your basket now?\" Hamilton asked.\n\n\"I have, and I\u2019m muoh obliged to ye. Here, hold hard a minute\".\n\nHe came round to the front of the cart and held up his bottle. \"Old\nfriends, Hami, old friends,\" he urged, seeing tho man in the cart\nhesitate.\n\n\"H\u2019m. Give me the hold of it,\" said Echlin, grasping the bottle.\nHe tilted it to his mouth and was seized with a violent fit of coughing.\n\nCarspindle reached up and took the bottle from his hand. \"Are ye rightly,\nHami?\u201d he asked.\n\n\"Damn it!\" shouted Echlin, whooping for breath, \"it near choked me\".\n\nHe shook the reins. \"Goodnight\".\n\n\"Goodnight, Hami. Goodnight, ma\u2019am, and I\u2019m much obliged again.\"\n\n\"You\u2019re welcome,\" said Echlin as tho horse moved off.\n\nHigh above them the stars glittered, chill and remote. Streams fell\nsilent, stones and trees cracked in the grip of tho frost, and the earth\nresounded like a bell under the horse\u2019s foot. They wore entering the\ntownland of Lusky woods and tho road, gleaming faintly in the starlight,\nundulated onward through boglands checkered with crisped heather and black\npeat banks. Echlin\u2019s body was lapped in a warm stupor. From his\nshoulders downward ho felt relaxed and drooping. His legs were relaxed\nand bowed so that his feet lay sole to sole on the floor of tho cart. But\nhis neck and head were rigid, balanced between the knifepoints of the bitter\nair.\n","Type":"Text"}}]