[{"node":{"title":"Hanna203","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna203","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Grain, Nightfall","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna203","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/Hanna203_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff196\n\nfailed to penetrate the uproar of the machinery, and it\nwas not until Sarah caught Hamilton\u2019s wink and nod that\nshe knew they were there. She leaned down and funnelled\nher mouth with her hands, \"Away up and Agnes'll get ye\nyour dinner - and then ye can come down and give a hand\nhere!\" . The boy nodded, but delayed to thrust his foot\ninto the rising pile of grain below the machine. Martha\nstood back in the hedge with her hands over her ears,\ngazing at the panting monster, and watching the patched\nancient belt bouncing between the wheels, The boy\nglanced up to see his mother\u2019s angry face, and although\nher words were inaudable, he grasped his sister's hand\nagain, and hurried up the loanen. Sarah, in answer to\nthe shout of the man beside her, tore off another band\nhastily and thrust the sheaf towards him. The machine\ngave a dry empty roar until again it felt the golden\nstraw and heavy heads among its rollers.\n\nMartha and Andrew paid little attention to their\ndinner, and in less than ten minute's time they were\nback among the threshers. Andrew was quickly absorbed\ninto the work, and his sister, much to his jealous anger,\nimmediately began to play with the cone of grain rising\non a canvas sheet below the machine. But he attracted his\nmother's attention to the girl and she was driven away.\n\nBy speeding up they managed to thresn two of the\nstacks by nightfall, and then the tired band of workers\nwith ropes, bags and baskets on rheir arms, went up to\nthe farm. Martha had been sent to bed long ago, but\nxxxx Andrew rode up the soft bumping field track with\nPetie. Agnes had supper ready for them when they\narrived. Seven spoons, four silver, three horn, lay at\nequal distance on the scrubbed table. When the men and\nthe boy were seated, Sarah and Agnes filled out plates\nof thick tripe soup with whole potatoes floating in it.\n\nAndrew sat listening drowsily to the engine-man\n","Type":"Text"}}]