[{"node":{"title":"Hanna154","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna154","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rathard, Hill","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna154","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/Hanna154_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff146\n\nChapter Thirteen\n\nNow that Andrew was a man of breeks, with a dog and a goat of\nhis own, he willingly permitted curiosity to lead him into the fields\nand dykes around the hill of Rathard. The terrier, a fat and genial\nbraggart, and the boy, as yet as innocent and merry as the dog, could\nplay for hours beside the little stream that trundled round the hill\nto the lough. Politely they broke their play for a moment to applaud\neach other; the dog to stand with trembling logs, stiff ears, and\npanting mouth, as a boat was launched and slipped away lying over to\na full press of feathers, the boy to kneel fearfully beside the dog\nas he tore with savage intent at an otter\u2019s den until the ravager tired\nof it and scampered off unabashed, revealing a shallow muddy groove in\nthe bank.\n\nSo, as they ranged the land, Andrew came upon the road. It ran\naway on either hand, rising and falling, curving between its hedges,\nand smooth to the finger and eye with a white floury dust. Then one\nday he saw Petie descending Knocknadreemally, and ran to meet him.\nFrom then on he was allowed to walk with his dog to the Sampson\u2019s house,\nit being agreed that he should start at set times and that Petie would\nwatch for him from the top of the hill, so that he was passing out of\nthe range of one watchful eye to come under the view of another.\n\nHe loved going to Petie\u2019s house. Agnes made toffes in the shape\nof little boys and he experienced a fearful pleasure in biting off their\nheads and feet. She held great pink shells to his ears, but though he\n","Type":"Text"}}]