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    <title>Hanna093</title>
    <updated>Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56</updated>
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    <collections>Part One</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1951</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, April 7, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Hanna093</identifier>
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    <keywords>Contraption, Coil</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>88

eyes glistening with pleasure and excitement as the bladed wheel gathered
speed until it humped on its axle.

&quot;Quick now, the shaft. Couple her up, man, couple her up!&quot; shouted
Purdie. The teeth meshed and a significant groan came from the arrested
wheel. hurdle turned and ran clumsily towards the gate with Prank on his
heels. When they arrived at the barn they heard a muted clanking noise.

The shaft was spinning slowly at the base of the wall.

“Would ye Just look at that now!&quot; said Purdie, squatting down beside
it and grinning with pride. Frank placed the palm of his hand firmly on the
shaft and the contraption stopped with a jerk. &quot;God damn ye!&quot; roared Purdie,
knocking down his arm violently, &quot;d’ye want tae ruin my waterwheel!&quot; Prank
sat back on his heels roaring with laughter at the old man&#039;s angry face. The
shaft took up its load again and started to revolve slowly.

Purdie stamped up and down tho barn once or twice. His face brightened
up. &quot;I’ll clear the burn further up and lighten the cogs. That should
settle it,&quot; he said. He turned to Frank, &quot;Come on in tae the house for a
drop o’ tea&quot;.

As they crossed the close Purdie raised his hand and pointed to the
hillside. &quot;There’s a boyo for ye,&quot; he said. Prank saw his brother swinging
the plough to a fresh furrow. The colter glinted once in the light.

Suddenly the young man stiffened. He saw the gleam of Sarah&#039;s apron as she
came from the farmhouse. She stopped at the gate of the field where
Hamilton was working and slipped a can and a small parcel through the bars.
Frank watched his brother raise his hand, draw in a coil of rein, and his
clear hup now! came faintly through the air. Horse, plough and man
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