[{"node":{"title":"Hanna173","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna173","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fergus, Pentland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna173","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/Hanna173_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff167\n\nthen rose steeply about twenty yards to the plateau.\n\nWhen he had climbed to the level ground he saw before\nhim a man with two dogs walking slowly towards the farmhouse.\nHe shouted, and the dogs came back and circled round him\nwarily, their barks echoing and lingering in the hollow of\nthe island. The man turned and looked back, and after a\nmoment raised his hand in salute. At that sign the dogs\nceased to bark and fell in behind Frank as he approached his\ncousin.\n\nAs he took Pentland's hand he noticed that his cousin\nhad changed considerably. His face had lost flesh and was\ndarker and netted with little wrinkles at the jaw and eyes.\nHis eyes and mouth were less mobile, and his smile seemed to\ndisentangle itself from something within him. His vest and\nshirt were stained with clay and the top of his breeches\ngaped, disclosing his small ugly belly. As he looked at him,\nEchlin suddenly felt his old boyhood affection for his cousin.\nHe stretched out his left hand also and grasped him by the\nforearm. \"Are ye bravely, Fergus?\"\n\n\"I can't complain.\" It's many a long day since ye set\nyour foot in these parts.\"\n\n\"It is. But I just took the notion thatl would pull\nacross and see ye.\"\n\n\"Well, you\u2019re welcome. Look, I've been out gathering\nthese.\" Pentiand held out his cap and showed half-a-dozen eggs\nin the lining. \"I\u2019m searching the nettle thickets like an ould\nwife these days.\"\n\n\"Aye, I remember your mother miscalling the fowl. It was\na bad blow when she went, Fergus.\"\n\n\"It was that.\"\n\n\"How are ye getting on now?\"\n\n\"I've two men from the Ards stopping at the farm. One\nlays claim to be a sea-cook, but b\u2019God ye could bate the fried\neggs against the wall.\"\n\n\"That's not a thing to persevere in, Fergus, for nothing\nmurders a man like bad cooking. D'ye never think of getting\n","Type":"Text"}}]