<> Hanna154 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna154 Manuscript Rathard, Hill English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna154 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna154_0.jpg LHL Archive 146 Chapter Thirteen Now that Andrew was a man of breeks, with a dog and a goat of his own, he willingly permitted curiosity to lead him into the fields and dykes around the hill of Rathard. The terrier, a fat and genial braggart, and the boy, as yet as innocent and merry as the dog, could play for hours beside the little stream that trundled round the hill to the lough. Politely they broke their play for a moment to applaud each other; the dog to stand with trembling logs, stiff ears, and panting mouth, as a boat was launched and slipped away lying over to a full press of feathers, the boy to kneel fearfully beside the dog as he tore with savage intent at an otter’s den until the ravager tired of it and scampered off unabashed, revealing a shallow muddy groove in the bank. So, as they ranged the land, Andrew came upon the road. It ran away on either hand, rising and falling, curving between its hedges, and smooth to the finger and eye with a white floury dust. Then one day he saw Petie descending Knocknadreemally, and ran to meet him. From then on he was allowed to walk with his dog to the Sampson’s house, it being agreed that he should start at set times and that Petie would watch for him from the top of the hill, so that he was passing out of the range of one watchful eye to come under the view of another. He loved going to Petie’s house. Agnes made toffes in the shape of little boys and he experienced a fearful pleasure in biting off their heads and feet. She held great pink shells to his ears, but though he Text