[{"node":{"title":"Hanna110","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna110","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"July, Loyal","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna110","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/Hanna110_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff104\n\nChapter Four.\n\nTo the desultory traveller, the passage of a fxya weeks works a silent\nand unobtrusive ohange in the countryside and never eo much 03 in those\nmonths that ripen from Spring to Summer. ithout a stick or atone displaced,\nthe face of the land seams to have changed. On that hillside where the green\ndown of young grass failed to hide the cracked earth, the hedges now restrain\na lake of ripened hay whose bronze waves ripple and break against the thorn\nblossom.\n\nThe loanens, which the winter\u20193 rain had laid bare to the whinstone, are\npatched ana tho patches are softened by the dappled gloom of the tall trees.\nEverywhere grass and weed uttack man\u2019s handiwork. Kettles climb to the roofs\nof barns, grasses sprout between worn stones, ragweed nods in the hay* Even ^\nin Ravara churchyard Martha*a mw swollen grave sinks under the rain, and\nyellow-blossomed saxifrage crosses and re-crosses tho withered wreaths.\n\nIn the evening3, the people of tho townlands heard the rumble of the\ndrums as the Orangeman practised for the July walk. Petie Sampson and his\nfife were the pride of Ravara\u2019 3 Loyal sons, and the little imn had led hia\nlodge to the Field and back for many years. Now as they marched and\ncounter-marched on the country road to the patterned thunder of their drums,\nPetie skipped ahead of then, blowing vigorously on hie instrument. For\nyears the drumming had been held some distance from ynocknadreemaliy, at\nPetie\u2019s request, because of his regard for his neighbour, Owen Pineen.\n\nAndrew Kohlin had never joined with the Orangemen\u00ab. He was too deeply\na roan of his faith and race not to sympathise with their aspirations. Yet\nhe had never Joined then nor ashed his dons to Join then. Twice in his\n","Type":"Text"}}]