[{"node":{"title":"Hanna257","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna257","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"November, McSherry","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna257","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/Hanna257_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff250\n\nhis brother was making. Joe Skillen hurried over as\nsoon as he had cleared his cart and had a meal, but in\nthese early November evenings it was usually dusk by\nthe time he had arrived, and the men were tidying up\nto go home.\n\nAs they worked at the old cottage, the fields\naround them were stripped for the winter, the last\nragged leaves were plucked by the wind, and already\none or two meadows were barred with ever-widening strips\nof winter ploughing. Towards the end of the month\nthey had days of warmth, as though the sun had\nfurtively slipped back for one last look at the earth\nbefore Winter exiled him.\n\nAndrew and McSherry and Joe, who had arrived\nearlier than usual that evening, were lying on the\ngrass bank opposite the cottage enjoying the glow\nif not the heat of the sinking sun. From where they\nlay they could hear the subdued chink of tools from\nthe cottage where Frank was finishing his day\u2019s work.\n\nThe work was going well, and Joe was expressing his\nsatisfaction while Andrew and McSherry listened with\nmodest pleasure, as all good workmen should.\n\nIt was MeSherry who saw the ridge of the roof\nbuckle and cave in, leisurely and without a sound.\nHe watched it with staring eyes, too astounded to cry\nout to the other men. With a shout he sprang up and\nrusher across the road. Like a sigh, a gust of wind\nladen with the dust of centuries, met him as he ran\nthrough the doorway. Then all three of them were\nstruggling through the falling ruin, blinded and\nchoked by crumbling timber, thatch and mortar. They\nfound Frank lying under the broken ridge rafter. Very\ngently they released him and carried him out to the\nopen air. He was dead when they laid him down on the\nroadside.\n","Type":"Text"}}]