[{"node":{"title":"Hanna210","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna210","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Master, Dumb","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna210","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/Hanna210_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff205\n\n\"Maybe,\u201d said, the master. \"But there was no\npretence today. He broke down - and I was wondering\nwere you doing anything about it.\"\n\n\"Ach, he gets hummings and drummings in his ears,\nbut they come and go wi' the weather. Anyway, what\ncan ye do about things like that?\"\n\n\"Well, you could take him to a doctor, and if his\nhearing is really threatened, there's a special school\nin Belfast to treat children like that.\"\n\n\"He doesn't need any more schooling. He's near\nthirteen now, and Mr Echiin was just saying t'other\nday that it was time the lad was brought home -\"\n\n\"I dont think you understand me, Mrs Echlin,\"\nHerriot said, interrupting her. \"I know Andrew will\nsoon be staying at home, but it was his ear trouble I\nwas thinking about. Believe me\" he continued earnestly,\n\"There's nothing more tragic than the loss of hearing.\nWe look on blind people and dumb people with pity and\nadmiration when they make the best of their disability,\nbut a deaf man is a dead man, for we always leave him\nout of our reckoning.\" He stood up and lifted his hat.\n\n\"I hope you'll see your way to doing something about\nAndrew, anyway.\"\n\nSarah appeared to be considering his words. 'Well\"\nshe said, \"I'll see what Mr Echlin says.\" as she\nfollowed Herriot to the door she added. \"But the boy'll\nsoon be leaving school, and deafness will be no\nhindrance to him working on the land. But thank ye\nall the same, Mr Herriot.\"\n\n\"That's all right. I just thought I'd better let\nyou know,\" and touching his hat to her, the master\nleft the farm.\n\nLater that evening, when they had all gathered in,\nAndrew watched his mother apprehensively. She laid his\n","Type":"Text"}}]