[{"node":{"title":"Hanna178","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna178","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bruised, Ireland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna178","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/Hanna178_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff172\n\nfigures mingled together in bewildering confusion, the\nwomen running with breathless despairing laughter, the\nmen pursuing silently with outstretched hands.\n\nThese young men and women burst away in chase of\neach other from slowly revolving rings of singers whose\nrhyme ended with a demand that the man should kiss his\npartner. Sometime the girl entered into the climax with\nsuch ardour that the youth again took his place in the ring,\ntenderly feeling bruised lips; sometime long after the\nround had ended they were still wrestling vigorously until\nthe perspiring and wrathful face of the girl was drawn back\nby her hair, and lustily kissed. In other parts of the\nfield races were being run, billets hurled at upright stakes\nand in a hollow by the road some barefoot men were trying to\nleap over an osier wand resting on the shoulders of two of\ntheir companions.\n\nThere was no liquor at this merrymaking, for these\npeople were sporting under the eye of their minister, their\njoy and ardour needed no enhancing, and even the wildest\namong them remembered that this day had been a festival of\nthe children. There was no country dancing. Long ago they\nhad lost the arts of the ballad and the dance, which, as\nkin, they had once shared with the ancient people of Ireland\nA solitary man sat in the hedge playing a melodeon, and the\nair was failed with the odour of bruised grass.\n\nThere were many people in the field when Frank and\nFergus arrived. Fergus stopped to speak to several young\nmen at the gate while Frank stood silently at his elbow.\n\nA ring circled erratically a few yards away, and suddenly\nas it swerved towaids them, two young girls caught Pentland\nby the arms and swept him away.\n\nFrank smiled to himself as he observed the sudden\nchange that came over his cousin\u2019s face, one moment he had\nbeen standing talking to his neighbours, his head bent to\n","Type":"Text"}}]