<> Hanna226 Part Three Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna226 Manuscript Kipper, Boots English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna226 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna226_0.jpg LHL Archive 219 Chapter Seven Far away, on a neighbouring hill, a cock clapt his fiery wings and lifted his trumpet to the sky. In the bog below Knocknadreemally a cow crooned patiently. A bronze shape stirred in a corner of Petie Sampson?s kitchen, shook itself, stepped into the middle of the floor and stretched its long body. The prying light that filtered through the window glowed on the warm colouring of the dog and lit up the miserable kitchen, with its spider-linked roots and dusty jars. The dog trotted over to the sofa and nosed Petie where he lay in his cocoon of blankets. The old man turned over muttering but didnt rise until Kipper (the seventh in a line of Irish setters of that name) laid his forepaws over his chest with a resounding thump. Petie shook him off. "Damn-it-skin, you're a right pest," he mumbled. After a few seconds of groaning, stretching and scratching his belly under his shirt, he lowered his bent naked legs to the floor. still scratching himself he hobbled across the earth floor to the chair where he had thrown his trousers the night before. He drew' them on, and a pair of socks as stiff as boards, and clumped into his boots. His toilet was as brief and simple as his dog's - a rubbing of his eyes with a soiled cloth and phelgmy spittle shot into the back of the smouldering fire, and he was ready for breakfast and the day's work. He drew the bolt of the door and went out to relieve himself at the gable of the house. When he came in again he prodded the fire, threw a fresh turf on it, and pushed the porridge-pot and the soot-crusted kettle into the embers. When a Text