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    <title>Hanna210</title>
    <Collections>Part Three</Collections>
    <Contributor>Linen Hall Library</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1951</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, April 7, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Hanna210</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Master, Dumb</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿205

&quot;Maybe,” said, the master. &quot;But there was no
pretence today. He broke down - and I was wondering
were you doing anything about it.&quot;

&quot;Ach, he gets hummings and drummings in his ears,
but they come and go wi&#039; the weather. Anyway, what
can ye do about things like that?&quot;

&quot;Well, you could take him to a doctor, and if his
hearing is really threatened, there&#039;s a special school
in Belfast to treat children like that.&quot;

&quot;He doesn&#039;t need any more schooling. He&#039;s near
thirteen now, and Mr Echiin was just saying t&#039;other
day that it was time the lad was brought home -&quot;

&quot;I dont think you understand me, Mrs Echlin,&quot;
Herriot said, interrupting her. &quot;I know Andrew will
soon be staying at home, but it was his ear trouble I
was thinking about. Believe me&quot; he continued earnestly,
&quot;There&#039;s nothing more tragic than the loss of hearing.
We look on blind people and dumb people with pity and
admiration when they make the best of their disability,
but a deaf man is a dead man, for we always leave him
out of our reckoning.&quot; He stood up and lifted his hat.

&quot;I hope you&#039;ll see your way to doing something about
Andrew, anyway.&quot;

Sarah appeared to be considering his words. &#039;Well&quot;
she said, &quot;I&#039;ll see what Mr Echlin says.&quot; as she
followed Herriot to the door she added. &quot;But the boy&#039;ll
soon be leaving school, and deafness will be no
hindrance to him working on the land. But thank ye
all the same, Mr Herriot.&quot;

&quot;That&#039;s all right. I just thought I&#039;d better let
you know,&quot; and touching his hat to her, the master
left the farm.

Later that evening, when they had all gathered in,
Andrew watched his mother apprehensively. She laid his
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