<> Hanna085 Part One Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna085 Manuscript Bottle, Frost English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna085 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna085_0.jpg LHL Archive 80 shaking and cringing with joy around Carspindle as he lowered himself to the ground. "Have ye got your basket now?" Hamilton asked. "I have, and I’m muoh obliged to ye. Here, hold hard a minute". He came round to the front of the cart and held up his bottle. "Old friends, Hami, old friends," he urged, seeing tho man in the cart hesitate. "H’m. Give me the hold of it," said Echlin, grasping the bottle. He tilted it to his mouth and was seized with a violent fit of coughing. Carspindle reached up and took the bottle from his hand. "Are ye rightly, Hami?” he asked. "Damn it!" shouted Echlin, whooping for breath, "it near choked me". He shook the reins. "Goodnight". "Goodnight, Hami. Goodnight, ma’am, and I’m much obliged again." "You’re welcome," said Echlin as tho horse moved off. High above them the stars glittered, chill and remote. Streams fell silent, stones and trees cracked in the grip of tho frost, and the earth resounded like a bell under the horse’s foot. They wore entering the townland of Lusky woods and tho road, gleaming faintly in the starlight, undulated onward through boglands checkered with crisped heather and black peat banks. Echlin’s body was lapped in a warm stupor. From his shoulders downward ho felt relaxed and drooping. His legs were relaxed and bowed so that his feet lay sole to sole on the floor of tho cart. But his neck and head were rigid, balanced between the knifepoints of the bitter air. Text