[{"node":{"title":"Hanna114","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna114","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"August, Autumn","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna114","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/Hanna114_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff108\n\nChapter Five.\n\nThe year ripened into August and early autumn. In a few days Sarah\nappeared in the outside world with her son. The hay had been cut, and the\nweather being good, the stacks sat in the haggard.Hamilton knelt at the\nbase of a stack, half hidden in the hay, feeding, with dexterous hands, the\nstrands of a sugan rope twisted by Frank who backed across the close as the\nrope lengthened.\n\nSarah crossed the close to Hamilton and kneeling down, held up the child\nto him. The baby\u2019s eyes moveed with solemn indifference over leafy branches,\nman\u2019s face, and bleached hay. Suddenly his nose wrinkled, his face reddened,\nhis mouth opened and his eyes closed. He sneezed. Hamilton laughed and caught\nthe child's bare foot between his finger unu thumb.\n\nThe sugan rope sagged and dropped to the ground as Frank caused to wind.\nHe stood watching the group at the stack. Sarah rose and came towards him.\nShe turned the boy in her arms so that he could see his face. A little smile\nkept coming and going on the man\u2019s lips, he put a crooked dark finger up and\npulled away the shawl from the infant\u2019s head. \"Husha, you\u2019re a bould boy,\" he\nlaughed. \"He\u2019s a brave one, that,\" called Hamilton behind them* \"he\u2019s a\nbrave one, indeed,\" said his brother pressing back the shawl.\n\nThe people of Rathard, sitting high over the surrounding countryside in\nthis mellow afternoon, seemed to be out of the world. Below lay the fields\ndrenched in sunshine and every extraneous sound that came through the quivering\nair seemed distilled till it was less than the tiny chinks and rings of the\ninsect world. A great golden bee bumbling across the close, drowned, in his\npassage, the distant clatter of a cart.\n","Type":"Text"}}]