[{"node":{"title":"Hanna207","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna207","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Herriot, Deer","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna207","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/Hanna207_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff200\n\nautumn afternoon, Master Hierriot grew thirsty. He looked\nover the class before him and his eye rested on Andrew,\nthe nearest boy. \"Andrew,\" he said, go into the Master\u2019s\nhouse and bring me a glass of water.\" as he tossed\nAndrew the key his eyes wandered away\u2019 from the boy\u2019s\nface to the window. The thud of the key on his copy\nbook roused Andrew. The words that Herriot had spoken\nhad been meaningless to him but he knew that he had been\nordered to do something. His eyes followed Herriot's to\nthe window as he struggled desperately to interpret the\nwords, below the window was a press that held a pile\nof unframed, slates used by the older boys and girls for\ndictation and arithmetic.. Andrew got up and went over\nto the press and tried to insert the heavy key in the\nlock of the press. At that, a wave of laughter rose\nbehind him in a shrill squeal. He turned and found Mr\nHerriot\u2019s eyes fixed on him. \".\"Were you dozing, boy?\"\nasked the Master. Again Andrew strained madly to catch\nwhat the man was saying. \"Yes,\" he replied. Another\nsqueal of laughter rose from the class and a puzzled and\nangry frown came on Herriot\u2019s face. He stepped down from\nthe little platform behind his desk, cane in hand . \"Go\nin now, like a good lad, and bring the water from the\nhouse,\" he said slowly.\n\nAndrew stared at him for a moment, his face white\nwith fear and deperation. Suddenly he threw down the\nkey and raising his clenched fists beat them against his\nears. \"I\u2019m deef!\" he shouted, \"deef, deef, deef\u2019. \u201d He\nturned and ran out of the school and the startled and\nsilent children heard the thud of his feet receding over\nthe pebbled close. At a slower pace Herriot followed\nthe runaway. The faint breeze lifted his tired sandy hair\nas he steed on the step, looking up and down the road,\nbeyond the school wall he glimpsed a blue jersey passing\n","Type":"Text"}}]