[{"node":{"title":"Hanna103","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna103","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bees, Ditch","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna103","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/Hanna103_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"97\n\nclung together as in some sort of communion. Then the spider moved back a\nlittle, carefully and delicately cleaning the web from the bee. As the\nlittle mass of life and death moved upwards to the hole, the woman lifted\na duster, and opening the door, ran outside to the window, she beat down\nthe spider and its burden to the ground and trod then under her foot.\n\nFrank looked up as he heard the clack of the latch, \"Keep inside,\nSarah,\" he called, \"and keep the door closed, I think the bastes\u2019ll\nswarm\u201d. He puffed with his smoker until a blue cloud drifted across the\nrath and Sarah could only see him indistinctly as he worked at the hire.\n\nThe bees swarmed, clustering in an angry confused mass around the\nqueen. Carefully, Frank worked among them with his fingers in an effort\nto release the hapless female. The insects hung like a mass of ripe fruit\nfrom his gloves and arms,\n\n\"Sarah! Are ye there?\u201d he shouted. The woman rapped loudly on the\npane to show that she was attentive, \"Fetch a basin of water and lay it\non the ground, here\" he called. She went out to the ditch and filled the\nbasin. Stray bees were hunming like gnats over the soapy stagnant water\nin the runlet behind the wall.\n\n\"Stay your distance, now,\" said Frank when he heard her steps behind\nhim. \"Set the water down and go back in\". She crouched down, pushing the\nbasin as near him as she could. A bee danced angrily round her yellow hair\nas she ran back,\n\nWhen she got back to the window Frank had lifted the swarm clear of\nthe hive. The bees dripped down from his hands like wet vibrating sea-weed.\nHe lowered the mass slowly over the basin. A high-pitched whine penetrated\ninto the house. The bees streamed out from the man\u2019s grasp as if they were\n","Type":"Text"}}]