<> Hanna248 Part Three Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna248 Manuscript Autumn, Sea English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna248 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna248_0.jpg LHL Archive 241 Chapter Nine A cold bitter fog erect out of Banyil Moss and drifted slowly across the road. It was the first black fog of the autumn and the smell of it banished sunny harvest days from the memory. Blind winter was groping for a hold on the earth; the silken busbies of the thistles mustered for a last stand on the dykes, and in the waste land the nettles pricked the mist like a shattered army staggering away from the murk of war. The fog muted the countryside and to the noises it could not stifle it gave a strange unatural resonance; the flung bark of a dog, the booming of a cart's wheels, the drumming feet of a man climbimg Knocknadreemaily. He climbed steadily up out of the si Lent grey sea to the crest of the hill where the mist drifted in thin ribbons in the clearer air. It was Joe Skillen. He passed the deserted cottages and plunged down towards Rathard, lowering his head as he entered the mist again. There were beads of moisture on his hair, eyelashes ana flushed cheeks. At the bottom of the hill he paused in his rapid unseeing stride, and groping his way to a field-gate, leaned his arms on the upper bar. Vast columns of mist, creeping up from the lough and stirred from the air from the hilltop, shuttled and pirouetted and curtsied before him, hiding in their flutings trees hedges and fields. But the scene that Joe gazed on burned on his inner eye. He saw again his father, his ugly red face grown redder as he progressed from reproach Text