[{"node":{"title":"Hanna162","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna162","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Knocknadreemally, Rathard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna162","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/Hanna162_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff156\n\nSpeeding down Knocknadreemally towards her with its slender spokes\nquivering in the sunlight, came a sulkie, drawn by a nutbrown high-stepping\npony with yellow bandaged fetlocks. In it sat Frank and a man with a\nyellow vest. At a word from Frank the driver slackened as they approached\nthe loanen-mouth where Sarah stood, withdrawn into the shade of the hedge.\nFTank did not dismount immediately but sat for a moment talking to his\ncompanion. Sarah, from the seclusion of the hedge recognised the driver\nas Mr Lalor Barke, the owner of the cottages. He was a cheerful pouchy-\nfaced young man trigged out. in a tweed jacket, bedfords, and a yellow\nwaistcoat with dark leather buttons. As he sat there, curbing the nervous\nanimal that danced on the road, he did not seem to be downcast that still\nanother part of his family lands, which, according to the old men, had\nonce stretched as far as the eye could see from any hill in the three\ntownlands, had been melted down into cash to be poured out on the race-\ncourses of Leopardstown, the Curragh, or across the water in Aintree.\nAt last, after shaking hands with Bourke, Frank got down and the pony and\nthe sulkie shot away, the dapper driver touching his cap with his whip\nto Sarah.\n\nThe girl rushed out impatiently. \"Well, did ye come any speed?\u201d\n\"Aye, girl dear, 1 did indeed! And with the first bid, too! we\nwere ten pounds above the best call, but \u2019 t'is better to be safe nor sorry!\n\nThe woman stopped and turned to look over the newly-purchased fields.\n\"And now its all Efchlin land as far as Quinn's-o\u2019-tha-Hill.\"\n\n\"Aye, \u2019tis,\"\n\n\"Ye know, Frank, I\u2019ve been thinking. When you are lifting the praties\nfrom that lough field it'll be a loug traich up to Rathard. Would it no be\nbetter to clear one o\u2019 the cottages on top o\u2019 the hill for a pratie-house?\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]