[{"node":{"title":"Hanna248","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna248","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Autumn, Sea","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna248","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/Hanna248_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff241 \n\nChapter Nine\n\nA cold bitter fog erect out of Banyil Moss and\ndrifted slowly across the road. It was the first\nblack fog of the autumn and the smell of it banished\nsunny harvest days from the memory. Blind winter\nwas groping for a hold on the earth; the silken busbies\nof the thistles mustered for a last stand on the\ndykes, and in the waste land the nettles pricked the\nmist like a shattered army staggering away from the\nmurk of war. The fog muted the countryside and to\nthe noises it could not stifle it gave a strange\nunatural resonance; the flung bark of a dog, the\nbooming of a cart's wheels, the drumming feet of a\nman climbimg Knocknadreemaily. He climbed steadily\nup out of the si Lent grey sea to the crest of the hill\nwhere the mist drifted in thin ribbons in the clearer\nair.\n\nIt was Joe Skillen. He passed the deserted\ncottages and plunged down towards Rathard, lowering\nhis head as he entered the mist again. There were\nbeads of moisture on his hair, eyelashes ana flushed\ncheeks.\n\nAt the bottom of the hill he paused in his rapid\nunseeing stride, and groping his way to a field-gate,\nleaned his arms on the upper bar. Vast columns of\nmist, creeping up from the lough and stirred from the\nair from the hilltop, shuttled and pirouetted and\ncurtsied before him, hiding in their flutings trees\nhedges and fields. But the scene that Joe gazed on\nburned on his inner eye. He saw again his father, his\nugly red face grown redder as he progressed from reproach\n","Type":"Text"}}]