[{"node":{"title":"Hanna206","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna206","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Loanen, Thresher","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna206","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/Hanna206_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff199\n\nstood. Sarah kissed both the children before they left.\nAS she bent over Andrew she said \"Get all the schooling\nye can son.Some day you\u2019ll get mair threshing than\nye want.\" The boy looked into her face gloomily, as\nif doubting her word.\n\nAs the children approached the thresher everyone\naround it seemed to be serving it feverishly. Even the\nhedges of the loanen they walked between were hung with\nstraw, as if they wore aprons to help with the work.\nMartha ran ahead to stare at the dancing belt and the\ntireless piston of the steam engine. Hugh followed\nslowly, kicking at the stones on the loanen. He thrust\na leg into the rising cone of grain until his boot and\nstocking were covered and he was standing knee-deep in\nthe hard white corn. He heard Martha calling him, and\nturning saw her, feet pressed together, standing at some\ndistance from the thresher. \"Stand here,\" she said \"close.\"\nHe put his feet close to hers and felt a tremor run up\nhis back. They were standing on a spine of whins tone\non which the tractor was set, end it pulsated like a\npiece of the engine. Martha\u2019s red cheeks were vibrating,\nand she opened her mouth small to let her teeth chatter.\n\"I\u2019m a chitty-wren!\u201c she shouted. \"You\u2019re daft,\" said\nAndrew, and without another look at the machine he\nturned and ran down the loanen to the road.\n\nThat day the boy's deafness seemed to grow worse.\nIt may have been the unusual volume of noise at the\nthreshing, or because he had slept uneasily the night\nbefore. That always made him deaf the following day.\nBy the midday break the voices of his schoolmates had\nbecame high-pitched notes without meaning to his ear.\nWhen he went back into school he kept head close to his\nwork so that none of his neighbours could talk to him.\nBut as the school hummed and drowsed through the warm\n","Type":"Text"}}]