[{"node":{"title":"Hanna202","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna202","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Martha, Sampson","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna202","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/Hanna202_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff195\n\nwas a relationship between them, although neither in\ncolouring nor cast of features was there any resenblance.\n\nAs they reached the brow of a hill, the drumming\nof a heavy engine vibrated in the air, and rising above\nthe trees about half-a-mile away, the children saw a\ndark feather of smoke. \"The thesher's up at your place,\nAndra Echlinl!\" a boy cried. The fairhaired boy strained\nhis ears to catch the sound. \"Aye, so it is!\" he said.\n\"Come on Martha, hurry up!\" and he thrust the ball into\nhis sister's satchel, caught her by the hand, and hurried\nher along the road.\n\nTo those of his companions who had kept up with\nhim, young Echlin pointed to where the loanen bank had\nbeen broken down by the tread of the tractor's wheel.\nThen he ran down the loanen, dragging his sister by the\nhand, until they came in sight of the thresher. Fainted\nred, blue and gold, with ornate scrolls carved in its\nframe, it sat at right angles to the last stretch of\nthe loanen that led uphill to the farm.\n\nA great load of gleaming straw which clouded out\nover the cart and the hindquarters of the horse was\njust drawing away from the noisy dusty scene. The driver,\nhis feet braced on the shafts, was half-hidden in the straw.\nAndrew waved his hand excitedly to him. \"Hello, Frank!\"\nhe shouted. The driver turned his yellow, wasted face\nslowly and looked at the boy in a vacant way before he\nnodded. Then he lashed the horse up the field track,\nleaving a free passage for the carts laden with sheaves\nthat came rumblinf down the loanen.\n\nPetie Sampson was forking up sheaves to Sarah who\nstood on the thresher platform. She loosed the bands and\nhanded the corn to Hamilton who splayed it out expertly\non the rollers until it vanished into the rumbling\npuffing interior. The shrill cries of the children\n","Type":"Text"}}]