[{"node":{"title":"Hanna167","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna167","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bird, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna167","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/Hanna167_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff161\n\nChapter Fifteen\n\nDuring the warm grey days, Andrew was rarely indoors with his\nmother. At four years of age he was nearing the day when he would have\nto go to school, but now he was growing hardened and knowledgeable in the\noutside world. He was not very intimate with Frank. Of the two brothers,\nFrank might have been the more entertaining and instructive, for he had\ninherited his father\u2019s lore of the countryside. But when he and Andrew\nwere together in the fields or the outhouses, the man always seemed shy\nor too voluble, until the boy, sensitive to the man\u2019s unrest, wandered\naway. At that time the vivid memorable threads of his young life were\ninserted by Frank. It was he who took Andrew with him when the boy\u2019s\nfavourite heifer was driven off to be served by Hurdle's bull, when Sarah\nheard of this jaunt, she was very angry, but she dare not speak of it to\nthe boy himself and did not care to tell Hamilton, so that, unwittingly,\nshe was restrained from tainting the boy\u2019s fresh unfolding curiosity.\nIt was Frank who discovered the boy screaming with terror and anger in\nthe rath, one afternoon. He was drawn up on the grassy wall, nursing\nhis cheek, and before him danced a white cock, crowing boastfully.\nThe man hurried away without speaking and came back with a broom.\n\"Here, go for him. Gie him a dunt wi' that!\" he ordered. Slowly and\nfearfully the boy clambered down towards the fuming cock. He charged\nthe bird, struck him on the breast and knocked him spurs over comb.\nThe cock picked himself up and went scuttling out of the rath with his\nwings trailing and Andrew racing after him. Frank overtook him as he\n","Type":"Text"}}]