[{"node":{"title":"Hanna180","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna180","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Art, Hunter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna180","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/Hanna180_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff174\n\nMr hunter stopped and turned to face the fifteen or\ntwenty young men following him. \"I think we'll divide the\nsides into one from Ravara and one from Banyil. But first,\nwe want seven scarves from the young ladies, perhaps you\nwould rather pick your own.\" One or two of the men\nhastened away and brought back the scarves. Meanwhile,\nGill, for Ravara had picked his ten men, and a great\nlumbering fellow, Robbie Art, nicknamed Moiley, because\nof his high bald forehead, had selected the men from\nBanyil. The two teams lined up, facing each other, and\nabout forty paces apart, Mr hunter walked down between\nthe teams, dropping tno scarves on the ground, at eqUal\ndinstances. Gill numbered his men from one to ten and\nFrank was number seven. Art numbered his team and he\nhimself was number seven. When he got back to his place\nin the line, he took off his jacket and threw it behind\nhim. He dragged his bare feer in the grass and smiled\nthreateningly across at Frank.\n\nThe other games in the field had dispersed and most\nof the people were gathered in a great circle around the\ncontestants in the scarf game, shouting encouragement to\nthe men of their own townlands.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" calldu Mr Hunter. At a nod from\nGill and Art he trotted lightly down the row o\u00a3 scarves,\npaused at one, pointing to it with his toe, and then,\nwhen he was clear of the lines, called \"three!\" A man\nshot out from either side, racing for the scarf. The\nRavara man was Willie Gill and he reached the prize first,\nbraced himself over it for a fraction of a second, and\nthen as his opponent rushed in, he suddenly lunged forward\nwith his open hands striking the Banyil man on the chest\nand knocking him flat on the grass. Then he lilfed the\nscarf end trotted back to his own line. Cheers and\ncounter-cheers greeted this first score, and the Banyil\nmen glared grimly at each other and poised themselves for\nthe next call.\n","Type":"Text"}}]