[{"node":{"title":"Hanna230","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna230","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cromac, Wages","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna230","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/Hanna230_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff225\n\ncrossed over the bridge to Cromac Square, turned down\ntowards the city centre, entered a public-house and\nordered drinks.\n\nThey lifted, their pints from the counter and\ncarried them over to a snug. When they were seated\nPeter Ogle lifted his glass, closed his eyes, and\nslugged down the porter in one long draught. He set\ndown his glass and shook his head appreciatively at\nhis brother and Petie. \"That clears the cow-clap out\no' your throat, all right,\" he said .When the others\nhad finished their drink Peter beckoned to the barman.\n\"Three more pints, will ye? And bring a couple o\u2019 tin\nlids or something for the dogs.\" The pints came, bland\nas milk, and a chipped enamel basin for the dogs. The\nthree men each poured a little of their porter into the\nbasin, and Kipper and Ogles\u2019 bitch approached it warily\nand dipped their tongues in the frackled umber liquid.\n\nHugh Ogle glanced at Petie who sat beside him and\nthen nodded briefly to his brotner. \"Damn-it-sowl, I\nnear forgot!\" cried the man opposite, and fishing with\nhis finger and thumb in his waist pocket, drew out a\npound note and pushed it down into the breast pocket\nof Petie's jacket. The old man fumbled at the note\nand drew it out. An expression of surprise and dismay\ncame on his face when he saw the magnitude of his\nwages. \"Dammit, men there's no call for that, no call\nat all. Quarter o' it would have been more\u2019n enough\n\n\"Not a word out o' ye, now - not a word!\" cried\nPeter. \"Come on Hugh boy, dip the hand afore we choke\nwi' thirstt!\" The barman was summoned again, and when\nthat round was consumed Petie insisted on standing his\nwhack. As the drink mounted in them the brothers found\nthe porter slow and the pints gave way to bottles of\nstout and the stout to \u2019half-uns\u2019 and \u2019balls o\u2019 malt.'\nThey were big robust men, the Ogles, living a hard\n","Type":"Text"}}]