[{"node":{"title":"Hanna181","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna181","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Knocknadreemally, Hunter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna181","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/Hanna181_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff175\n\nThe next number called was nine and both men reached\nscarf together, closed and wrestled over it, until Frank\u2019s\nteam-mate feeling himself overborne, put out his foot and\ntouched the scarf. \"Burnt';' cried the watchful crowd, and\nMr Hunter waved both men back to their lines.\n\nAnother scarf was won by the Havara men, and then in\nquick succession two were lost to their opponents. And in\nbetween these scores were always several \u2019burnts\u2019 or other\ninfringements, until Frank, his number lost apparently in\nMr hunter\u2019s mind, allowed his attention to stray from the\ngame and his eye to the crowd that pressed in on the contest.\n\nHe saw Fergus among the onlookers, his arms still encircling\nthe two girls who had caught him up in the ring. Perhaps,\nhe thought, if I wasnt tied to this foolishness, I might\nhave met a woman in the crowd, a stranger perhaps, from a\ndistant townland, who didnt know me, or didnt care about what\nhad happened in the past. He imagined what she should be\nlike; medium height, her eyes level with his shoulders,\ntawny hair darker than his own, her skin would take kindly\nto the sun with maybe a freckle or two, and there would be\na smooth creamy hollow at her throat. That was the face that\nhad eluded him in the tall house on Knocknadreemally. He was\nsuddenly aware of Gill shouting angrily at him and the\nlaughter of the onlookers. His eyes searched for Bobbie Art.\nThe big man had tossed a scarf on the grass behind him.\n\nWhen Mr Hunter had the attention of the contestants\nagain, he ran lightly up the line, tipped a scarf and called\na number, one by one the scarves were lifted until there\nwas but one left. Two men were running for it now. The\nBanyil man, much the faster, stooped as he ran, but he\nglanced at his opponent and missed his aim. The other man\noveran it and then they were wrestling until a foot kicked\nthe scarf. \"Burnt!\u201d cried Mr Hunter, and they went back to\ntheir places.\n\nAgain Frank allowed his eyes to wander to the crowd.\nSuddenly he straightened up from his runner\u2019s position, for\n","Type":"Text"}}]