[{"node":{"title":"Hanna227","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna227","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Belfast, Petie","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna227","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/Hanna227_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff220\n\nlanguid bubble burst on the surface of the porridge he\nstirred the skin into the steaming mess. \"Gie's it\na bit o' body,\" he explained to Kipper, who sat on his\nhaunches watching expectantly his master's preparations.\n\nWhen the porridge was warm enough to be spooned\ninto two dishes the kettle shot a splutter of steam\nand water from its spout. Petie took a canister from\nthe mantelboard and shook a handful of tea into his\npalm. He emptied this into the kettle and poured out\nanother handful from the canister. 3efore he added\nthis to the water he poured some of the brew into the\nback of the fire, observing critically its strength and\ncolour. \"Strong enough,\" he said, emptying the handful\nback into the canister. \"That'll gie us a fresh cup\nwhen we get back frae Belfast.\" The tea and the porridge\nand a few dried crusts were mixed up on a dish for\nKipper; Petie lifted his own plate onto his knee, and\nmaster and dog ate their hreakfast.\n\nThe daylight had broadened when Petie went out\nagain. He lifted his nose and sniffed appreciatively\nat the marbled sky. \"We'll get a dry run the-day,\nKipper boy, if that sky houlds. \"Tis time them boyos\nwere showing signs,\" he added, looking down the silent\nroad towards Ravara. But he had scarcely gone back into\nthe cottage again before faint shouts came filtering up\nthe hill, and an undertone of many hooves. Pulling on\nhis jacket and cramming a battered hat on his head,\nPetie trod down the fire, lifted an ashplant from the\ncorner, drove Kipper out befor him, and closed the door.\n\nStretching from hedge to hedge a solid hered of\ncattle was advancing up the hill. A man carrying a now\nuseless hurricane lamp strode before them. As he\napproached Petie he threw back his head and roared\n\"Are ye up yet, Petie, me ould dragoon!\" \"Aye, I'm\n","Type":"Text"}}]