<> Hanna103 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna103 Manuscript Bees, Ditch English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna103 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna103_0.jpg LHL Archive 97 clung together as in some sort of communion. Then the spider moved back a little, carefully and delicately cleaning the web from the bee. As the little mass of life and death moved upwards to the hole, the woman lifted a duster, and opening the door, ran outside to the window, she beat down the spider and its burden to the ground and trod then under her foot. Frank looked up as he heard the clack of the latch, "Keep inside, Sarah," he called, "and keep the door closed, I think the bastes’ll swarm”. He puffed with his smoker until a blue cloud drifted across the rath and Sarah could only see him indistinctly as he worked at the hire. The bees swarmed, clustering in an angry confused mass around the queen. Carefully, Frank worked among them with his fingers in an effort to release the hapless female. The insects hung like a mass of ripe fruit from his gloves and arms, "Sarah! Are ye there?” he shouted. The woman rapped loudly on the pane to show that she was attentive, "Fetch a basin of water and lay it on the ground, here" he called. She went out to the ditch and filled the basin. Stray bees were hunming like gnats over the soapy stagnant water in the runlet behind the wall. "Stay your distance, now," said Frank when he heard her steps behind him. "Set the water down and go back in". She crouched down, pushing the basin as near him as she could. A bee danced angrily round her yellow hair as she ran back, When she got back to the window Frank had lifted the swarm clear of the hive. The bees dripped down from his hands like wet vibrating sea-weed. He lowered the mass slowly over the basin. A high-pitched whine penetrated into the house. The bees streamed out from the man’s grasp as if they were Text