[{"node":{"title":"Hanna223","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna223","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Feathers, Martha","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna223","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/Hanna223_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff216\n\nshe was safely past, rushing down the hill away from the\nold fool and the stench that neighbours said came from\nhis dark untended home since his wife died.\n\nAt the bottom of the hill a flock of hens lay on\nthe road murmuring to each other, yawning and fluffing\ndust on their feathers. She bore down on them laughing\nand trilling her bell madly. They fled before her.\nspinning wheel, searching holes in the hedges, and when\nshe was far away she could still hear their indignant\nabuse and the angry stutter of the cock.\n\nShe cycled along the undulating road that ran\nthrough Banyil Moss, and after pushing up a hill\ndismounted at the door of Skillen's grocery store. The\nshop was a continuation of Skillen's dwelling-house, a\npretentious pebble-dashed house, with a fringe of\nnastartuims running along the base of the wall.\n\nThe shop itself was large and dark and the air\nheavy with the varied odours that rose from the merchandise\nthat the store displayed. From the left of the door the\nheavy dusty smell of meals, crushed corn and maize\nmingled with the smells of bacon, red cheese, onions,\ncandles , camphor and agricultural medicines. A large\nred oil-drum, with a copper measure dangling from the\nspigot, sat in a dark circle of paraffin soaked into the\nfloor. At the ping of the doorbell a young man's head\nrose from behind a round red cheese that sat on the\ncounter. He hurried forward wiping his fingers on his\napron. \"Hello, Martha,\" he said grinning bashfully. The\ngirl held out the string shopping bag she carried. \"I want\nhalf-a-pound o' tea, and two pounds o' sugar, and my\nmother says'll ye get the van to leave up four gallons\no' paraffin the next time its near our place?\" The youth\nunwound his fingers from his apron and took the bag. \"I\nsuppose you're letting on ye dont remember me going to\n","Type":"Text"}}]