[{"node":{"title":"Hanna158","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna158","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Horizons, Blackbird","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna158","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/Hanna158_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff152\n\nGod, Sarah, there\u2019s not his equal between here and Cork!\"\n\nBut Sarah did not appear to be very interested in the sale of the\ncottages, and when Andrew appeared again, she bade him get ready to go\nhome.\n\nThe boy\u2019s horizons widened slowly. in those summer days he saw\ncattle moving over the fields other than the cattle of Rathard, dogs other\nthan his own dog, and men other than Hami1ton and Frank. One evening as he\nplayed on the road, dipping along the cool cloisters of the hedge for wild\nstrawberries, he come upon several young farm-labourers stretched out in\nthe late sunshine at the mouth of a loanen opposite to Echlins. As he\npassed them, one of the young men raised himself on his elbow and spoke\nin a soft lazy voice to the boy. He was a handsome fellow with a smooth\nolive skin and dark eyes, \"There's the wee by-blow,\" he said. \"Son, you\u2019re\na wee by-blow, you\u2019re a wee bastard.\" Andrew, shy but delighted at being\nspoken to by the man, smiled at him us he passed. One of the loungers\nlaughed and the dark-skinned follow raised his voice softly and called\nafter the boy, \"You're a wee by-blow, son, ye doat know who you\u2019re da is!\"\nThe boy, warmed by the man's soft voice and smile, turned and laughed\ngleefully, then he hurried homeward, skipping occasionely on the dusty\nloanen as he dipped into the hedges like a blackbird.\n","Type":"Text"}}]