[{"node":{"title":"Hanna132","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna132","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Asleep, Darkness","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna132","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/Hanna132_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff126\n\nThe men came from the timber auction, tired and out-of-\nsorts, They had gone there, Hamilton looking for some sawn timber\nto build a turf-house and Frank for trimmed saplings to renew gate-\nposts. Hamilton had seen nothing to please him, and had been equally\ndissatisfied with the green wood that Frank wanted to take. \"They\nwould be in mush in a twelvemonth; we'll face up the ould stone pillars\nand make do,\" he said. So they came jogging home in the cart, silent\nand half asleep in the sun.\n\nThey ate a heavy supper and afterwards sat round the fire for a\nwhile, Frank shaking his sunburnt head and blowing violently through\nhis nostrils which always felt clogged up after a day in the sun. The\ndusk was seeping into the close and the hens had gone to roost. \"I\u2019m\naway t\u2019ay bed,\" said the younger man, yawning and rubbing his face.\nHamilton pulled on his boots and shuffled out to lock up the animals,\nwhen he came back Sarah was winding the clock. \"Was there anything\nstirring with ye, the day?\" he asked.\n\nShe replaced the clock on the mantelboar.* \"Not a soul,\" she answered.\nHe sat down, kicked off his boots again, hung his socks over the crane,\nand went down to bed.\n\nThe next morning Sarah was early afoot. The windows were still\nsquares of watered darkness when Frank was awakened by the thudding\nof the poker against the back of the hearth.He heard the wooden\ndoorbar being withdrawn and the swish of emptied water on the close.\nCurtains billowed and lamps swung gently as the early morning air\nrushed through the house. He strained his ears to catch the time.\nBut no birds chirped among the trees in the rath and away in the\n","Type":"Text"}}]