[{"node":{"title":"Hanna194","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna194","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Molly, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna194","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/Hanna194_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff188\n\nthe first time, the full lazy serenade of a thrash, gild\non a branch by the reddening son, he tasted the sweetnes.\nof lover's meeting.\n\nAs he approached the loanen that led up to the\nMcFirbis farm, he heard men's voices from somewhere close\nat hand. He looked up the loanen; it was deserted and\nthe voices had fallen silent. He knew it was early yet\nfor Molly to ariive so he leant over a gate on the\nopposite side of the road and drew out his pipe and\ntobacco, as he pressed the first few shreds into his\npipe he heard someone breaking through the hedge, and\nglancing over his shoulder saw a young man whom he\nrecognised as Greer McFirbis, free himself from the bushes\nand spring onto the road. He carried a heavy stick in\nhis hand, as Frank watched the young man, he heard\nfootsteps behind him. Turning round he saw old Sam\nMcFirbis, Molly's father, and a youth of about seventeen\nyears come out of the loanen. They also carried cudgels,\nfor a moment the three men stood looking at Frank in\nsilence. \"What's your business here, Echlin?\" asked old\nMcFirbis, taking a step forward. His sons closed in\nwith him. \"D'ye hear me speaking, Echlin? What d'ye\nwant here?\" \"I'm waiting on Molly,\" answered Frank\nstepping back towards the gate as McFirbis advanced.\n\n\"Ye bloody whore-monger,\" said the old man: \"so ye\nwanted tae foul another decent home?\" \"No, no,\" said\nFrank: \"No - ye dont understand -\" He was close to the\ngate, his hand fumbling kkm behind him for the hasp.\nMcFirbis saw the movement. \"Watch him, the whelp!\"\nhe shouted and poked at Frank with his stick. The\nabrupt gesture was all that was necessary to release\nthe savagery in the McFirbis men. As Frank drew his\nhands from behind him to ward the blow, the elder son\nstruck him on the forearm. With a shout of pain the\ntrapped man turned and swung his fist at his assailant\n","Type":"Text"}}]