[{"node":{"title":"Lingard024","Collections":"Chapter 3","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard024","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Soldiers, Rafferty","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard024","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/Lingard024_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff22\n\nattention. The children were all throwing stones now and anything\nelse they could lay handson. One of the soldiers had astreak of\nblood on the side of his head. They had both stopped dead, confronted\nby the children, their guns powerless in their hands. The soldiers\nlooked young, no more than twenty years old.\n\nFor one se moment they w stood still, then they turned and ran.\n\n\"Yeller,\"    yelledscreamed a child. \"Cowardy cowardy custards !\"\n\nA cheer went up. They danced round and round yelling, brandishing\ntheir weapons above their heads.\n\n\"Fool!\" cried Brede, seizing Gerald by the arm.\n\nGerlad shook himself free and danced out of her reach. \"Traitor,\"\nhe shouted back at her.\n\n\"You've no right to be calling him a fool,\" said a voice behind\nher.\n\nShe wheeled round to see Brian Rafferty, an old friend of Kevin's,\nstanding there. He was well over six feet tall now and had shoulders almost\nas wide as his father's. His father, Pat Rafferty, was well known\nin the district for his capacity for fighting. He had fists like\nhams that were and he raised them at the slightest provocation. Brian was\nbecoming more and more like him.\n\n\"He's no fool to be fighting for his country.\"\n\n\"Fighting for his country! Brian Rafferty, you make me sick!\"\n\"Brede McCoy, I never knew you had such a temper in you.\" Brian\nlaughed softlyx. \"I always thought you were that meek and mild.\"\n\n\"I'm not meek and mild when I see my young brother throwing bricks\nat soldiers.\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]