{"nodes":[{"node":{"title":"Hanna001","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna001","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"December Bride","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna001","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/Hanna001_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffDECEMBER BRIDE\n\nA Novel\nby\n\nSam Hanna Bell\n\nSam Hanna Bell,\n\n2, Crescent Gardens,\nBelfast,\n\nNorthern Ireland.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"581"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna002","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna002","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Communion, Marriage","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna002","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/Hanna002_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffDECEMBER BRIDE\n\nChapter One\n\nRAVARA MEETING-HOUSE MOULDERED among its gravestones like a mother\n\nsurrounded by her spinster children. Today the winter wind poured\n\nacross the fields. It flung a handful of starlings over the church and\n\nplucked the caps and skirts of the men and women sheltering behind the\n\ngravestones. A man, with a billhook in his hand, broke through the\n\nhedge that surrounded the churchyard and hurried towards the gravelled\n\npath, Along the hedge bordering the road the weak sun glinted on curves\n\nand ellipses of bicycle wheels.\n\nIn the church, with his back to the communion rail, and the book\n\nin his hand open at the marriage service, stood the reverend Isaac\n\nSorleyson. The man and woman before him, Hamilton Echlin and Sarah\n\nGomartin, were elderly, stooped, huddled together as if for protection.\n\nThe whimpering wind and the breathless silence of the churoh heightened\n\nthe loneliness of the two and gave an impression absurd and pathetic\n\nto the ceremony. Behind the bridegroom stood a youth of about nineteen\n\nyears of age. Throughout the service he had strained to follow the\n\nminister\u2019s words, only relaxing to glance back into the glimmering\n\nchurch or to reassure himself that the wedding ring was still embedded\n\nin his sweating palm.\n\n\"Do you, Hamilton, take this woman, Sarah, to be your lawfuily\n\nwedded wife ...\u201d The responses were given, and at a sign from\n\nSorleyson, the young man dropped the ring into the dark cupped hand\n\nof the bridegroom. Echlin took his bride\u2019s hand, and with her\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"582"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna003","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna003","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Pulpit, Reverence","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna003","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/Hanna003_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"2\n\nassistance managed to press the ring over the first gnarled joint of her\n\nfinger. But the lower knuckle, hard and dented as a chestnut was too\n\nlarge for the ring and Sarah timorously drew back her hand, Sorleyson\n\ncaught it abruptly. 'I think we should manage to do it properly, he said,\n\nand tried to press the ring down to the root of her finger, As she winced,\n\nhe lowered her hand with a look of annoyance, having the ring turning\n\nloosely in the middle of the fleshiness concave finger.\n\n\u201cIf you\u2019ll follow me to the vestry\u201d he said, waving his hand towards\n\na door in the shadow of the pulpit. You too, Mr Neilly, please!\u201d he\n\ncalled into the empty church. From the darkness of the last pew at the\n\nback of the church a man appeared and came trotting down the aisle with\n\na fixed smile on his face, a bunch of keys chattering and tinkling from\n\nhis hand. '\u2019Right your reverence, right now, ' he answered waving his\n\nfree hand deprecatingly as he approached them, the bridal party\n\nfollowed Sorleyson into the small room where he unlocked a cupboard,\n\ntook out a flat black book and opened it on a narrow table. You sign\n\nhere and with his firm young fingers he guided the gnarled discoloured\n\nhands of the man and woman. \u2019Now; you, Andrew, and he handed the pen to\n\nthe youth, write your name here, where it says 'in tho presence of us\"'\n\nHe took the pen, wrote 'Andrew' hesitated for a moment and added \u2018Echlin.*\n\nSorleyson glanced at the sexton and waved to the pen. With practised\n\ncarelessness he scrawled in his signature, laid down the pen, looked at the\n\nmarried couple, and then, without speaking, slithered out of the door and\n\nhurried up the aisle,\n\nSorleyson thrust out his hands and caught hold those of Hamilton and Sarah.\n\n\"Congratulations and may God bless you both!\" he cried, he held Sharah\u2019s\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"583"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna004","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna004","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sexton, Churchyard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna004","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/Hanna004_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"3\n\nhand for a little longer. It wasn't too bad, was it?\" \"No she\n\nreplied \"No, it wasn't, Thank ye, Mr Shorleyson.\" \"Aye' echoed\n\nHamiIton fumbling to take the minister's hand again, \"Thank ye, thank\n\nye.\"\n\nSorleyson replaced the register, locked the cupboard, and opened\n\ntie door leading to the church. \u2019Now\u2019 he said.\n\nThe creak of the varnished door started the sexton from his seat\n\nin the last pew. He peered down the glimmering aisle to make sure that\n\nSorleyson and the others were ready to leave the church, Then he slid\n\nas quickly and quietly as a ferret round the main door into the porch.\n\nThen he appeared, the men and woman nearest the church rose from the\n\ngravestones and shook themselves. The sexton nodded abruptly and glanced\n\nover his shoulder. Suddenly he threw up his hand in warning and started\n\nback into the shadows.\n\nHamilton and Sarah came slowly out of the brown dusk of the porch and\n\nhesitated uncertainly in the pale sunlight. Behind them came Andrew, his\n\nface turned to the minister whose snowy collar gleamed in the shadow, then\n\nthe youth looked out towards the churchyard, his face contracted when he\n\nsaw the visiting country people, and with a word and a touch he urged the\n\nnewly-married couple forward.\n\nHamilton, tall and stooped, wore a dark hopsack suit of old-fashioned\n\ncut with all four buttons of the Jacket fastened, the arm on which rested\n\nSarah\u2019s hand was bent across his chest, holding in its fingers a bowler\n\nhat. From his other knotted and discoloured hand hung a pair of gloves,\n\nthe fingers flat, stiff and unopened. When he left the shelter of the the church\n\nthe wind lifted the strands of hair that had been combed over his bald crown.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"584"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna005","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna005","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Tobacco, Porcelain","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna005","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/Hanna005_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"k\n\nSarah was between fifty and fifty-five years of age, erect,\n\nwith a confident step which became more pronounced as she\n\napproached the country people, giving her an air of boldness\n\nheightened by the unnatural colour throbbing in her cheeks.\n\nShe kept her eyes downcast on the gravel as she walked, only\n\nraising them for an instant when she felt giddy. Her complexion\n\nhad the appearance and texture of wax, and the deep and\n\nshadowy furrows which ran from each side of her nostrils to\n\nthe comers of her mouth accentuated the soft, full and\n\nfading lips. She wore a tailored coat of fine grey material,\n\nopen so that the stuff of her wedding-dress was visible,\n\nsteel-grey in colour, with an ill-cut cameo pinned in the\n\nlace yoke. A shallow black hat with a blue and white\n\nornament in front was set straight on top of her mouse-\n\ncoloured hair, and the hair was so arranged at the temples\n\nas to cover, not with complete success, a white streak.\n\n\"They make a gladsome couple, eh? He remarked the man\n\nwith the billhook as he watched Hamilton and Sarah from\n\nbetween two stones.\n\n\"Aye, and making his own son follow him as best man -\n\nits a crying shame\u2022 \u201d added the woman beside him, drawing her\n\nfat arms that were red with the cold, further under her shawl.\n\nThe man with the billhook shot a lance of tobacco spittle into\n\na cluster of porcelain flowers. \" whose son?\" he asked, quizzing\n\nthe woman sardonically. \"He\u2019s as bad as the rest - there\u2019s bad\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"585"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna006","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna006","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Doves, Horse","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna006","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/Hanna006_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"5\n\nblood in the whole bloody tribe,\"\n\nAndrew, having failed to reply to some question of the\n\nminister's or even raise his head, Sorleyson turned his\n\nattention to the spectators who had suddenly retreated into\n\nthe churchyard or made their way out and about distance down\n\nthe road. After waiting patiently in the chill wind for a\n\nglimpse of the newly-married pair, the country-foils: were\n\ntaken aback to find the Reverend Mr Sorleyson escorting them\n\nfrom the church, so now, skulking along the truncated pillars\n\nand crumbling doves, they fixed curious eyes on this Joyless\n\nbridal procession, only withdrawing their glances when they\n\nthreatened to meet the angry and persistent stare of the\n\nminister.\n\nThe sexton, who had trotted diagonally through the grave-\n\nyard oinking and grimacing to his neighbours, passed out through\n\na side-gate, and crossing the road, disappeared into the\n\nchurchyard stable. He came out backwards in the shafts of a\n\nlight trap which he drew onto the road and lowered gingerly\n\nuntil it rested on its step. \"Rabbie!\u201d he shouted at a little\n\nboy in a ragged Jersey who stood with crossed legs against the\n\nwall, \"away and fetch Mr Echlin's pony!\"\n\nThe horse being led out, with a relied neck and oat husks\n\non his muzzle, Site Andrew then took charge, and as the bit was\n\nbeing adjusted, a pound-note passed into the sexton's hand.\n\nA little distance down the road, beyond the church gates,\n\nseveral men still lingered, and in the ditch two or three\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"586"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna007","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna007","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Peasants, Manse","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna007","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/Hanna007_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"6\n\nwomen, their hands rolled in their aprons, peered through\n\nthe twigs of a thornbush.\n\nTheir scrutiny was short-lived. Mr Sorleyson was seen\n\nnodding energetically to a remark of Mr Echlin\u2019s, the sexton\n\nflew; into the church-house and returned with the minister\u2019s\n\novercoat into which he helped him after removing his Geneva\n\nstrings and billowing gown. The pound-note still being warm\n\non his thigh, the sexton, shielding the gesture from the\n\ndistant observers, endeavoured to shake hands with the party.\n\nHe secured Sarah\u2019s fingertips, touched the closed hand of\n\nHamilton, and found that Andrew had mounted the trap and was\n\nnow drawing up the reins. The others followed, and the whip\n\nbeing rattled in its cup, the vehicle moved away. The peasants\n\ncame running towards the sexton who stood cracking- his knuckles\n\nin glee, his face wreathed in smiles.\n\nThe trap stopped about a quarter-of-a-mile from the\n\nchurch at the mouth of a loanen, more dignified than that\n\nwhich led to a farm because of its bevel-clipped hedges.\n\nHere Sorleyson dismounted after shaking hands with the occupants\n\nof the trap. Ho held the young man\u2019s hand in his for a\n\nsecond and spoke clearly and loudly. \u201cwhy don\u2019t you come down\n\nsome evening and see us, Andrew?\" For a moment the strained\n\nlook left the other's face. He nodded. \"I\u2019ll try - some evening\"\n\nThe manse which the Sorleysons occupied was visible a\n\nshort distance along the loanen. It was a pleasant, two-\n\nstoried, whitewashed building, seen through the scattered\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"587"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna008","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna008","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Father, History","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna008","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/Hanna008_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"7\n\napple-trees on the lawn. The window-panes, crystal clear\n\nand bulging outward slightly in their narrow frames, gave\n\non airy appearance to the house. But Mr Sorleyson did not\n\nhurry inward. Leaning his arms on the dry yielding hedge,\n\nhe studied the ploughland on the other side, his eyes\n\nrunning up the curving furrows until they became flattened\n\ncogs on the skyline. He felt nothing hut satisfaction at\n\nwhat he had done, what weighed most with him, he reflected,\n\nwas the pleasure that his father would feel in knowing that\n\nHamilton and Sarah were now married. That alone Justified the\n\ncasuistry. Except What his predecessor had told him, he knew\n\nvery little of their history. From his father he had had\n\nonly a few disjointed words of concern, and then, on the last\n\ntime he had questioned him, an agonised pressure of the hand,\n\nwhich had left him in surprise and wondering silence as the\n\nold nan. withdraw to his room. Thinking of it afterwards, he\n\nremembered that this had been the old man\u2019s first charge, and\n\nthe son felt again, vicariously and for a moment, the anguish\n\nof his father.\n\nAs he stood gazing at the pent-in landscape, he thought it\n\nno irreverent fancy to interpret as the devine Will that he\n\nshould be instrumental in bringing back to the paths of\n\npropriety these two souls that must have caused his father so\n\nmuch sorrow. At that moment he raised his eyes to the hill-\n\nfarm of Rathard. The horse and trap had drawn up in the farm-\n\nclose and he watched the elderly couple and their son dismount.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"588"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna009","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna009","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Hedgetop, Spectacles","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna009","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/Hanna009_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"8\n\nEchlin and the young man commencenced to unyoke the horse, and\n\nthe women, drawing her skirts around her, crossed over to\n\nthe house, Sorleyson\u2019s face clouded. Ho ruffled the\n\nhedgetop with his open hand. Yes, I trapped her into it,\n\nI failed just as roach as my predecessors failed; as much\n\nas my father failed. He heard his name called, and turning,\n\nsaw; his father standing under the apple-trees.\n\nThe elder man came forward, his eyes shining mildly\n\nbehind hie spectacles. His hair turning white, was still\n\nfull and crisp on the back of his head. He wore a dark\n\nsuit, a spotless white shirt and collar, and hie black\n\ntie was loosely twined, the flat Knot lying on his\n\nshirtfront. He had the benign end silvery aspect of one\n\nwhoso life preoccupation has been the minutiae of human\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"589"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna010","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna010","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cynic, Habitation","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna010","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/Hanna010_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"5\n\nexperience.\n\nHe placed his hand on his son's shoulder. \"Are you tired?\" he asked.\n\nThe young minister smiled and shook his head, \u201cNo, not very.\" Both men\n\nturned and walked slowly across the lawn towards the house. \"And your - most\n\nremarkable wedding service, it went smoothly?\"\n\n\"Yes, oh yes. When I prayed, 1 asked them to kneel. I think I did right\n\nThe father chose to ignore the note of query in his son's reply. Their feet\n\nwere sounding on the gravel before the house, when he suddenly said 'If the\n\nreasons for most marriages were stated you would be astounded at the ingenuity\n\nof your feilow men - and perhaps appalled at their courage. Fortunately, that\n\nis not our business.\"\n\nAt this remark a look of uneasiness and annoyance came on the young man's\n\nface. He shook his father\u2019s shoulder gently. \"You old cynic\" he said with a\n\nlaugh. As Mr Sorleyson was long past the age when the epithet could be\n\nconsidered a compliment he did not smile in reply. In silence the two men\n\nmounted the worn steps of the manse.\n\nChapter Two\n\nThe farm of Rathgard sat crescent-shaped on a low green hill screened by\n\nbeech-trees from the misty winds that rose from the lough in the winter. on\n\nsummer evenings the cream-washed homestead eyed by the setting sun, blushed\n\nwarmly under the dark foliage. Swelling gently from the shores of Strangford\n\nLough, the hill had borne habitation for centuries. Behind the dwelling-house\n\nlay an ancient rath from whence an earlier people had looked down on the\n\nsinious waters of the lough, how nothing more martial was heard than the cry\n\nof a cock, or the low piping of bees from the seven hives which sat in the\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"590"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna011","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna011","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Echlin, Daughter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna011","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/Hanna011_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"6\n\ncurve of the bowed earth walls. The house faced inland; to its right,\n\ntowards the lough, were the barns and byres. To its left, the stackyard,\n\nbounded by a delicate file of rowan trees which ended where the rutted\n\nloanen, climbing from the road, emptied into the close.\n\nWhen Margaret Echlin turned her face from her husband and sons, from\n\ndung-crusted beasts and hungry fowl and clashing pails, only then did her\n\nhusband Andrew realise what part she had filled in Rathard. It was as if the\n\nwhole framework of the farm\u2019s daily life had been withdrawn, hardly a task\n\nabout the kitchen or the fields but now lacked some essential part. Urgently,\n\nAndrew set about finding someone to tend to himself and his sons.\n\nHis task was not an easy one, for Rathard was surrounded by prosperous\n\ncottiers, the farms of which absorbed all the labour that each family could\n\nexpend. But in the neighbouring townland of Banyil was a group of labourers'\n\ncottage in which lived the old residenters or their children, tenants of a\n\nvanished demense. In one of these cottages lived Charlie Gomartin, a thatcher\n\nwith his wife and daughter Sarah, now a woman of thirty years. Charlie had\n\ntravelled the countryside to ply his trade; but as time passed and Sarah\n\ngrew up, his circuits became wider and his appearances at home more and more\n\ninfrequent, until at last he disappeared entirely, and a rumour drifted to\n\nBanyil that he had died on a Sligo road among tinker people.\n\nMartha Gomartin and her daughter earned their money working in the\n\nhouses and fields of neighbouring farmers, more often that of Mr Bourke,\n\nowner of the cottages. Martha was held in regard for her labour, frugality\n\nand honesty. Sarah, like herself, was a fine worker^better in the kitchen\n\nthan her mother. Some said that she was as simple as a mouse, others that\n\nshe was a sly lady. But she went her road quietly and didn't meddle with\n\nthe boys\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"591"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna012","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna012","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Andrew, Martha","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna012","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/Hanna012_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"Andrew Echlin sent word to Mrs Gomartin that he would have her come up\n\nto Rathard at her convenience. Accordingly, the next evening, Martha and\n\nher daughter entered the close before the Echlin's farmhouse. A collie rose\n\ndustily from a corner of the close and stretching out his neck, barked at\n\nthe two women. They heard the screech of a chair pushed back on the tiled\n\nfloor of the kitchen, and Andrew appeared on the threshold, twisting his\n\nfingers in his beard. \u201cCome in, Martha\" he said smiling at his neighbour\n\nand her daughter.\n\nThe Echlins had worked late at some distance from the farmhouse and were\n\nnow seated at their evenly meal. When Martha had spoken to the two sons, who\n\nducked their head in answer, she and Sarah took seats along the wall close to\n\nthe door. Andrew reached down cups and saucers from the dresser and filled\n\nthem with dark pungent tea. ..hen he added milk the tea turned to a bright\n\nunappetising brown. Only the faintest thread of vapour rose from the cups.\n\nHe watched Martha take one sip and then 3et her cup aside on the shelf of the\n\nsewing-machine, her daughter held her cup cradled in her lap.\n\nThe old man laughed apologetically. \"Ye can see, Martha. There's hands\n\nwanted here.\"\n\nMrS Gomartin was cautious. She studied the roughly set table and the choked\n\nhearth. \"Things might be red up a wee-thing, Andrew,\u201d she agreed,\n\n\"Well, there ye are now\" said Andrew slapping his leg softly.\n\nThe young men and the young woman studied each other discreetly in\n\npassing glances. The seated men were framed in the long black oak dresser on\n\nthe shelves of which rested row on row of cottage-blue and willow-pattern plates,\n\nthe women itched to be at the soot that masked their bright faces. The mother\n\nsaw them sparkling; the daughter saw them sparkling and ranked in symmetry of\n\nsize and shape. But not a sign was made. Martha, her hands resting lightly\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"592"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna013","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna013","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Gomartin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna013","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/Hanna013_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"8\n\non the arm of her chair listening patiently to the patriarch Andrew\n\nspeaking for himself and his sons; Sarah listening dutifully to the talk\n\nof her elders and only seeming to rest when she glanced casually at the\n\nyoung men. Frank, the younger brother had stopped eating when the visitors\n\narrived and now pushed crumbs around his plate with the end of his cigarette.\n\nHe lounged carelessly in his chair, slim and brown, glancing thoughtfully\n\nat the girl from below him tumbled fair hair. Hamilton, seated in his\n\nfather's shadow.had politely suspended his meal until the woman had tea.\n\nHov he pushed his plate away after mopping up the last of the Mealy-cresshy\n\nwhich had been their evening dish. He spooled honey into the heart of a\n\nfarl and as the sweet slowly uncoiled from his knife he amused himself\n\nwith the thought that the hair of Martha\u2019s daughter was the same colour,\n\nbut he turned his dark face stolidly to his father\u2019s talk. She\u2019s a cold\n\npale one, thought Frank, with no sport in her. Then he caught her calm\n\never-moving glance, and felt uncertain again.\n\n\"Well, Martha, there\u2019s room beyond for both of ye, ' said Andrew,\n\ninclining his head towards the lower part of the house. \"Ye may come as\n\nsoon as you\u2019re free o\u2019 the Bourkes. Ye\u2019d be needed here at the harvest,\n\nand in the winter it would be a great convenience to have the house tended\n\nto.\" The. old man leaned forward with a smile wrinkling his eyes. \" We dinna\n\noften hear a step in the close, but ye can aye go down the road when you\u2019re\n\nlonely.\"\n\nMrs Gomartin carefully folded her square, work-thickened fingers in\n\nher lap. \"It makes no great odds, Andrew,\u201dshe replied with a quick upward\n\nlift of her head. \"A widow\u2019s seat is aye a lonely seat.\"\n\n\"Aye, God knows that\u2019s true enough\u201d answered Andrew, staring sombrely\nat the wall.\n\nThree days later Mrs Gomartin closed her cottage and came with her\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"593"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna014","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna014","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Flirting, Reaper","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna014","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/Hanna014_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"9\n\ndaughter to live in the Echlins\u2019 house. The women were given the two\n\nlower rooms of the house, one as a bedroom and one as a living room, She\n\neffect of the Gomartins moving in became quickly evident. Ir. the house,\n\nmeals were more punctual and a greater variety of dishes appeared on the\n\ntable. Beds were no longer confused heaps of malodorous clothes. Outside,\n\nin the work around the' f\u00bbrm, Martha and Gar ah took their share of the\n\nharvesting. Sarah had an amazing capacity for hard work, -he was deft\n\nand quick in her movements, and brought her strength to the point where it\n\nwould have greatest effect, she sould have been considered' a graceful girl,\n\nbut she neutralised that by her cold and detached expression.\n\nThe Echlins and the Gomartins were members of the same Presbyterian\n\ncongregation, and on Sundays the five members of the two families drove in\n\nthe trap to the meeting-house. It had been the custom of the two young men,\n\nwhen the horse was stabled and the trap put away, to join the young men and\n\nwomen in the churchyard where they spent the few minutes before the service\n\nbegan in talking and flirting with each other. On the second Sabbath after\n\nthey had driven to the church with the Gomartins, Frank was surprised to see\n\nhis brother hasten into the church with only a nod to his old companions, he\n\nsat on a flat gravestone, gazing thoughtfully at the doorway through which\n\nHamilton had disappeared, and quite unmindful of the talk of the young men\n\naround him.\n\nIhe rain and winds which had beaten the corn until it lay tangled like\n\nthe hair of a sleeping man, gave way to serene weather and the harvesters\n\neked out each hour of light in the mellow August evening. Andrew opened\n\nthe fields with his scythe, Hamilton or Frank rode the reaper, while Martha,\n\nSarah and Peter Sampson, a labouring man, gathered and tied. Behind them\n\nAndrew stocked the shealves. Franks satisfaction at Sarah mild indifference\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"594"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna015","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna015","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Brother, Innocence","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna015","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/Hanna015_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"10\n\nto his brother was tempered by the knowledge that it extended to himself.\n\nIt gave way to chagrin when he saw the growls affection between his\n\nfather and the young woman, From the first, Sarah had felt drawn\n\ntowards Andrew, inspired by his kindness, humour and prophetic appearance,\n\nshe was also impelled by a trait in herself, not uncommon in those who have\n\ntasted poverty, which made her prefer the father to the son, the master\n\nrather than the steward. But Sarah was a woman incapable of coquetry and\n\nnone of her attentions to the old nan was spoiled by lack of innocence.\n\nOnly Frank, his mind overcast by his own desires misinterpreted then.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"595"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna016","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna016","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Solitary, Peninsula","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna016","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/Hanna016_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"11\n\nChapter Three\n\nSarah moved slowly along the hedge that bordered the grazing field\n\nsloping from the farm to the brink of the brae over the lough. Occasionaly,\n\nshe knelt and drew out a sere twig from the ditch and put it in her pursed-up\n\napron. She descended the slope until she was approaching the turn of the\n\nhedge over the lough. Her gleaning was so small and her steps so listless\n\nthat it was evident that the gathering of kindling was only the outward\n\n3ign of an inner preoccupation. But even here, a solitary figure in the\n\ndusk, no sign, no smile, no frown or poise of the head betrayed whether\n\nher thoughts were pleasant or otherwise.\n\nShe had left the kitchen unable any longer to bear the attention of\n\nFrank whose eyes she felt fixed on her head as she went over her flowering,\n\nand which he lowered when at last he had forced a response from her. Then\n\nMm..wcasaftt, his sunburnt face cupped in his hands, when he had returned her\n\ngaze boldly, with a look that filled her with apprehension and fear. She rose,\n\nfolding up her embroidery, and put on her working apron. The tranquil light\n\nfrom the ceiling-lamp fell on the household as she stood with her hand on the\n\nlatch: her mother, small and bent, tapping her flowering-hoops with her needle;\n\nAndrew, following the newsprint with moving lips, his spectacles balanced\n\nhalfway between light-filled hair and beard; Hamilton, dozing at the fire.\n\nFrank stood up, stretching his arms and yawning. But his eyes were alert,\n\nbright, questioning her. She had rebuffed him as she lifted the latch and\n\nthen hesitated on the threshold, half mindful to go in again.\n\nHow she paused with a sharp intake of breath at a gap overlooking the\n\nlough. Below her the islands lay like cattle shoulder deep in dark grass\n\nflank beyond flank down the dull silver of the water until the last merged in\n\nthe olive under dusk of the peninsula. He had wilfully misunderstood her.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"596"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna017","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna017","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Downpatrick, Finnebrogue","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna017","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/Hanna017_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"12\n\nShe bed wanted to deny him and his smile had said *1 see, 1 understand, not\n\nnow.' and she had paused and not gone into her mother again, The grass\n\nwetted her stockings and she shivered in the chill air.\n\nhen she entered the kitchen again Hamilton and Frank had gone to bed,\n\nand her mother* dipping their supper cups in a basin of water, was saying to\n\nAndrew who set girning and muttering at the fire, \"Ah, drink up your cocoa\n\nlike a good man, till we get away t\u2019our beds.\u201d The old man tipped the contents\n\nof his cup into the back of the fire,\n\n\"Cocoa's the fruit of the Lord as well aa bread, murmured Martha angrily.\n\n\"Aye, and so are hearing\u201d returned Andrew 'but I Winna feed them to a horse.\n\n\u201cSarah daughter, wet me a cup o\u2019 tea, for my mouth\u2019s as grurmly as a puddle,\n\n\u201cWhat's in the wee shed below the brae?\" she asked as she lowered the kettle\n\non the crane.\n\n\"A boat that Sarah bought nine or ten summers ago,\" answered . Andrew, watching\n\nwith pleasure the hot water hiss on the leaves. Sarah thrust the belly of\n\nthe pot between two turves to simmer, and Echlin continued '\"The three of us\n\nwere coming home from Downpatrick when the boys heard toll o\u2019 a punt selling\n\nat Finnebrogue, so they bought her and rowed her the length o* the Lough and\n\nwere home a round hour afore me and the cart. what do you think of that,\n\nnow?\" the women smiled and nodded.\n\nWill she Niinr?\" asked Sarah, drawing out the pot.\n\nAye, she\u2019ll swim! her as tight as a bottle.'\n\n'Ihere was silence as Sarah filled the cups. \"Well, will ye take roe for a\n\nsail?\" Andrew laughed and Martha slopped her cloth noisily on the table, She\n\nalways felt uneasy when her daughter asked favours like this.in such a self-\n\nassured way, as if a refusal wasn't to be dreamt of.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"597"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna018","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna018","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Parlour, Bleached","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna018","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/Hanna018_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"13\n\n\"I've an errand over tae the Pentlands o\u2019 the Island one of these\n\ndays'said Andrew, \"and if we\u2019re spared, 1\u201911 take ye.\" Martha, after\n\nwaiting for their cups, cast out the dishwater across the dark close, shot\n\nthe bolt again, then went to her bed in silence.\n\nThe rich colouring of the land was shorn away, or beaten down by wind\n\nand rain. On the hills the grey fields were like the faces of spent men; the\n\nloaves lay in sodden drifts in the poanena, and the water rose broadly is the\n\nwells, the men ran new runlets against the equinoctial storms, patched barns\n\nand byres, breaded hedges where the falling leaf revealed gaps and listened\n\npatiently to the indoor needs of the farmwife. The women felt the breasts\n\nof fowls, laid fragrant apples in the loft, and in the comfortable farms\n\ndrew out again voluminous half-finished embroidered clothes from parlour chests.\n\nThe rhythm of life in the countryside moves cautiously in the winter\n\nmonths, but the insistent note of the coming spring is never unheeded,and one\n\nmorning Andrew said that he would have to cross over to Pentland\u2019s to bring\n\nback a prize ram, his idea was that all five of them should go, but Martha\n\nwas against putting her foot in a wee husk of a boat, as she called it, By\n\nmidday the sky had darkened, and Mrs Gomartin tried to dissude Sarah from\n\ngoing with the men, out the girl insisted, and after some bickering with her\n\nmother, left the farmhouse with Andrew, Hamilton and rank, as they descended\n\nthe brae to the beach Andrew pointed out to the girl Pentiand\u2019a island which\n\nlay about a mile and a half down the lough and beyond several smaller islands,\n\nran the top of the hill the house could be seen shining in a shaft of sunlight\n\nwhich fell for a moment through the mounting clouds, before the boathouse lay \n\nbleached rollers, half-eurieu in the shingle*\n\nAndrew unearthed then, and the others ran the boat down to the water, where it\n\nrocked gently, with an eager kissing sound, . Hamilton lifted Sarah in his arms\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"598"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna019","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna019","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Island, Mainland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna019","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/Hanna019_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"14\n\nand placed her in the stern. She thanked him, ignoring the shadow on his\n\nbrother's face#  Andrew pushed off and passed t'o oar forward to Hamilton,\n\nand the two brothers sent the little boat dancing over the shallow leaden\n\nwaters. Above them to the east, a cloud rose up, spreading rapidly on either\n\nhand like a sheaf shaken loose, a blue light played swiftly over the low\n\nhills of Ards, followed by a distant rattle of thunder, The boat threaded\n\nits way between the Intervening islets, crept across the sound, and grated \u2022\n\non the shingle beach of Pentlands island, They left the boat and crossed\n\nthe loose stones. Beyond a bolt of coarse grass and shrivelled harebells\n\nthey came upon the path leading up to the farm.\n\nThe island was less than half-a-rmile long, and the Echlins and Sarah\n\nhad arrived on the highest point so that they could look down the whole length\n\nof it. ,except for the cultivated fields to the east the ground was given\n\nover to sheep-grazing, and the animals could be seen moving about in little\n\ngrey drifts among the stones and rocks that burnt through the close-cropped\n\nturf. At the- beach nearest the mainland was the shell of a monastic\n\nsettlement surrounded by smooth grassy mounds, which, Andrew told Sarah,\n\nwere \"the graves of old kings.\" The farm sat in the riddle of the island,\n\nand from it, as the travellers paused on the skyline, cane the barking of a\n\ndog.\n\nbeyond the island black clouds were mounting on each other's shoulders.\n\n\"It\u2019s raining on the lough\" said Hamilton, pointing to where a ragged\n\nCurtain of light fell across the water. Puff of wind lifted their hail,\n\n\u201cwill the boat'be all right?\" asked Andrew looking back at the beach, when\n\nthe two young men had satisfied him on this, they moved down towards the farm.\n\nA shift of rain struck their faces as they hurried into Pentland\u2019s\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"599"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna020","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna020","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Hamilton, Pentland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna020","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/Hanna020_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"15\n\nclose, and the sound of their feet on the paving-stones at the dog barking\n\nagain from whatever outhouse he sheltered in. Fergus I out land net than at\n\nthe doorway. He was a man of about thirty, with a brickrei complexion and\n\nlank black hair that kept falling down into his eyes\u2019. He wore a fine white\n\nshirt, a tweed vest and riding breaches, and the porch in which he stood,\n\nwith its 3hot-horns and churn of corn hanging on the varnished walls, indicated\n\na genteel and prosperous farmer.\n\nHo greeted his visitors affably, but his uncle Andrew\u2019s response was as\n\ncurt as decency would allow, and ho would have pushed post Pentland had the\n\nother not retreated before him, which surprised Jarah, who thought him a very\n\nwell-set-up and pleasant young man. The noise of their arrival had been heard\n\nby someone inside the house, for a high quavoring voice was heard calling on\n\nAndrew's name. Hamilton and Frank beckoned Sarah to follow their father and\n\nthey entered a large red-flagged kitchen where an old woman sat knitting before\n\ntho fire.\n\n\"Aye, its me, Mother Pentland\u201d said Andrew, in answer to the old woman\u2019s\n\nquestion. \"And who\u2019s that wi\u2019 ye?\" asked the old woman peering beyond the men\n\nto Sarah. \"It\u2019s Martha Gomartin\u2019s daughter. They\u2019re giving us a hand up at\n\nRathard now. Come forrit, Sarah, till Mrs Pentland sees ye.\"\n\nWhile Mrs Pentland was shaking hands with Sarah, her grandson was settle\n\nforward chairs for the visitors. A young servant appeared, her arms still\n\nfreckled with meal, and lifting the rings on tho range, set the kettle on the\n\nfire. When she went to spread the cloth Fergus Pentland rose lazily from the\n\ntable-corner on which he had seated himself to lean against the firecheek, from\n\nwhere, brown arms folded, he kept up a stream of - good-humoured banter with his\n\ncousins, occasionaly glancing into Sarah\u2019s face to see if he had her attention.\n\nThe girl, seated between Andrew and the old lady who had their heads together\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"600"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna021","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna021","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fog, Donkey","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna021","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/Hanna021_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"16\n\nand Frank,Hamilton and Pentland, tried to remain slightly withdrawn from both\n\nconversations. On the one side old age and low voices; on the other youth,\n\nand laughter, and the invitation in Pentland\u2019s eye. ohe smiled, then she\n\nlaughed and moved her chair a degree towards Pentland. Jie decided that she\n\nhad never seen such an elegant good-natured young man before.\n\nThe meal was almost finished when the storm broke in the lough, The farm\n\nhouse quivered under the first impact and the windows chattered in their frames.\n\nThen there was a momentary relief in gushing rain. Unable to see through the\n\nstreaming panes, Andrew went to the door. Beyond the ken of the island\n\neverything was blotted out, and the rolling knowes and farm loomed and\n\ndisappeared in the driven fog. The hiss and whine of the rain filled the air,\n\nbut when the wind lifted its bow the roaring of the lough in its thousand\n\nholes and rock3 came to the old man's ears.\n\n'Is it wild, Andra?\" asked Mrs Pentland as he came in.\n\n\"There's a bit av a blow on, but that's no newance in these parts, \u2019 he\nanswered.   ,\n\n\"Ye may bide a while then,\" said the old lady.\n\n\"we'll bide till it clears a bit, but we'll have to be on the move afore\n\ndark. Could the ram be got ready?\" Andrew adressed himself to Mrs Pentland\n\nas if reluctant to speak to her grandson.\n\n\"Fergus, will ye fetch the ram and halter him. Ye can get Geordie bee\n\nlead him down tae your uncle's boat.\"\n\n\"Peh!\" cried Andrew. \"Aren't there three of us in each other's road\n\nalready, to fetch a bit o' a ram across!\"\n\nOut when the rain and wind offered a moment of escape, it was found that\n\nthe ram, a powerful and thick-coated Border Leicester, had been so enraged\n\nby the tethering that he hung back on the rope as intractable as a donkey, and\n\nhad to be dragged u the close. Now as he slithered and danced angrily outside\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"601"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna022","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna022","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Farmhand, Oilskins","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna022","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/Hanna022_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"17\n\nthe door, his bellows, penetrating the storm, were answered by his plaintive\n\ndams as they stood heads buried in the whins and tails out to the rain.\n\nPentland came stamping into the kitchen and it seemed to Sarah that some of\n\nhis good-nature had worn away. \"Sorra take it for a bad beast, that!\u201d he\n\ndeclared, slapping his chafed hands on his soaked sleeves. The farmhand,\n\nstanding in the doorway, declared that it would be folly to attempt to drag\n\nthe ram over the island and suggested throwing him on the slipe and hauling \u2022\n\nhim down to the boat.\n\nHamilton agreed with this, but Andrew seemed determined to oppose any\n\nsuggestions of Pentland's, and declared that a man could carry the beast\n\nround the island, and going out he caught the ram by his woolly pow and with\n\nthe unwilling help of his sons raised it on his shoulders. But his triumph\n\nwas short-lived. The muscular arm could not hold the writhing animal, and\n\nafter a few staggering steps the ram slithered out of his grasp and would\n\nhave been away into the mist had not the servingman caught the tether and\n\nHamilton thrown himself on the animal(s fleecy back. \"That\u2019s enough o'\n\nthis foolishness\u201d said Hamilton sharply, taking the rope in his hands. \"Away\n\nand fetch the slipe, Geordie,\u201d he 3aid to the man, and when it was dragged\n\nout the ram was tied and laid upon it.\n\nBy this time the Echlins were soaked and Mrs Pentland would have\n\ndelayed them further to dry themselves, but they were determined to go. Fergus\n\nreturned to- the kitchen with an armful of oilskins. As he unknotted the\n\nstrings of Sarah\u2019s sou'wester he bent hi3 mouth to her ear \"Let's hope there's\n\nwarmth and sunshine when ye come back\" he said.\n\nShe looked up at him from tinder the hood. \"Then its the summer ye want\n\nto see us again?\" she asked with a smile on her lips.\n\n\"Ah, I didn\u2019t mean that, at all!\u201d he protested laughingly. \"Leave me to\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"602"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna023","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna023","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Monastery, Burden","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna023","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/Hanna023_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"18\n\nfind an errand soon in Rathard!\u201d\n\nThey went out into the mist and rain again. The wind had died away and\n\ndid not impede the men as they dragged the slipe and the silent ram along the\n\ntracks or lifted it like a hurdle over the ditches. As they reached the\n\nhighest point of the island below which their boat lay, Sarah looked back on\n\nthe road they had come. The wind had come up again and driven the mist from\n\nthe high points, the crumbling monastery, the farm and the scattered knowes\n\nwhere the sheep moved like detached fragments of mist that had bean shaken off\n\nSuddenly she cried out. To the south, upon the Mournes, a fantastic cloud-\n\nformation leaned, and from a fissure in the topmost billow a ray of sun poured\n\ndown balor-like upon the earth. The beam, fire-tinged, and the looming mass\n\nbehind, struck a chill of fear into the tired and buffetted group on the\n\nheadland. Then, as though a lid swam sleepily, the eye diminished and the\n\nhead seemed to nod forward. The farmhand turned with an oath and clattered\n\ndown the path leading to the beach, the slipe bumping behind him, and the\n\nothers hurrying on his heels. Had they delayed a moment they would have seen\n\nthe cloud decapitated by the straining wind and the malignant glow appear\n\ndiffused, opalescent and harmless.\n\nAt the beach Hamilton and Frank tilted the boat to run off the rainwater\n\nAndrew and the farmhand released the ram from the slipe and it now scrambled\n\nto its feet looking very dejected and sorry for itself, At least Sarah seemed\n\nto think so, for she stood over it, crooning and scratching its drooping head,\n\nbut she moved away lightly from Pentland as he approached her.\n\n\"Let us be going now,\u201d said Andrew. The ram was urged to the water\u2019s\n\nedge and hoisted into the boat. Sarah was snatched up by Frank, and as he\n\nstood thigh-deep in the water he turned a little towards Pentland with his\n\nburden before he seated her in the stern.. Already the two men on the beach\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"603"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna024","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna024","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Woman, Lough","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna024","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/Hanna024_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"19\n\nwere vague and indistinct, and their shouts of farewell came torn and\n\ndisjointed to those afloat. \"He's a crabbit ould blirt, too\" grumbled the\n\nserving man, referring to Andrew, as he and Pentland turned away. But his\n\nmaster only grunted. He v.as preoccupied with the image of the sturdy, \n\npale,smooth-haired woman in whose company he had been for the past three \n\nhours.\n\nHe remembered Frank Echlin's fingers sunk in her thigh and waist and a \n\ntremor ran through him. The slipe caught on a stone, and Pentland turned \n\nround to look down on the lough. The boat had vanished and the grey fretted \n\nwater was hardly distinguishable from the rain and mist that swept across \n\nit.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"604"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna025","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna025","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rathard, Menace","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna025","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/Hanna025_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"20\n\nChapter Four\n\nSarah studied Andrew's face before she spoke. \u201cWhy do ye no like\n\nPentland?\" she asked. The old nan, whose eyes had been fixed on the rowers,\n\nturned to her. He dashed the drops vigorously from his brow and mouth. \"Pah:\n\nThat pachel - he's only an ould jinny of a man!\u201d When she did not respond\n\nhe added without taking his attention from the boat's course: \"when ye see\n\nmair o' him, you'll heed what 1 say.\"\n\nThe nose of the punt was set below Rathard so that the rowers could get\n\nwhat ease they might by running with the race down the lough and pulling up\n\ngain in the calmer waters under the hill. Andrew now crept forward and took\n\na third oar, so that he and Frank were pulling on the starboard side and\n\nHamilton, the most powerful rower of the three, was rowing on the port. Slowly\n\nthe boat began to move obliquely across the channel-race. The wind was rising\n\nagain, and it became evident to the three men that they were being carried down\n\nat such a pace that it would be impossible to make the passage between the\n\nsmall islands which lay between them and home. Hamilton decided what they should\n\ngive up the idea of landing at Rathard and let themselves be carried further\n\ndown and round the shelter of a third island from where they could pull across\n\ninto Dufferin bay, two miles below Rathard. He shouted this in disjointed\n\nsentences as he bent and straightened to his oar,witih a rusty tin Sarah\n\nbailed the rain water and spume that gurgled and slopped at her feet. She was\n\ndrenched to the skin but long past caring, \u00bbhen she looked up she saw the heads\n\nand bodies of the three men approaching and receding as they combed the tumbling\n\nwaves.\n\nImpeded by hundreds of islands, the waves never mounted to the fury of\n\nthose of the sea, the menace lying in the currents that raced through the\n\npassages between island and island. The punt was now crawling across such\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"605"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna026","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna026","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kinship, Gunwale","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna026","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/Hanna026_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"a passage and approaching the deep channel where a swift racing band of\n\nwater, broken and wind-blown, raised itself like the ruff of an angry dog.\n\nThen, as they neared mid-channel, Sarah felt a sudden exhilaration and a\n\nsurge of kinship and love for her three companions. Her fear was subdued\n\nand lost in this feeling of kinship, of nearness to men who recognised the\n\ndanger, accepted it, and were battling with it. Unconsciously, her body\n\nmoved in sympathy with the rowers. The bow entered the frothing race, Andrew\n\nand Frank strained on their oars, the boat shuddered madly and was straightened\n\nby Hamilton. Then they were across safely into the choppy broken lea-water\n\nof the island. Frank threw back his head and laughed aloud.\n\nThey were coming up under the lea of the island. At a hoardes word\n\nfrom Andrew, Hamilton pulled the nose of the punt from a patch of water that\n\nrevolved with sinister glassiness in the midst of the spume and fret. But in\n\nthe end they came too close. A shaggy rock suddenly loured above them. As\n\nAndrew shouted, a sheep scrambled up in fear and brayed at the passing boat.\n\nFrank felt the ram writhe under his feet. He beat down savagely with his\n\nfist on its iron-hard head. The animal scrambled up until its forelegs lay\n\nover the gunwhale. Hamilton, raised high above the water, dragged hi3 oar\n\nin a flurry of broken foam and fell back over his father, The boat dropped\n\ndown drinking deeply, and sank. The four people lay in the tumbling water.\n\nThe punt rose sluggishly among them, keel uppermost, Sarah lay for a\n\nmoment with her face to the sky, then fingers of iron, sinking agonisingly\n\ninto her flesh, lifted her and hurled her across the shelving keel, shaking\n\nthe water from her nose and mouth, she raised her face and saw the three men\n\nriding the waves, their arms stretched over the curving belly of the boat.\n\n\"Pull yourself forrit, Sarah, and lie on our hands!\u201d shouted Hamilton,\n\ngripping the ridge of the keel. The girl dragged herself forward and laid\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"606"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna027","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna027","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Guttered, Bruised","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna027","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/Hanna027_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"22\n\nher body on the hands of the brothers. She stretched out and caught Andrew\u2019s\n\nhand and forearm. The boat guttered and her head was plunged underwater, she\n\nfelt Andrew\u2019s hand to which she clung deliberately shake itself free and draw\n\naway. Choked, and with streaming eyes, she saw him slip away, his head\n\nvisible for a moment in the spume and mist. The boat sprang up at the bows,\n\nand under her belly she felt the two brothers grasp convulsively to retain\n\ntheir hold. She moved her head from side to side of the keel: \"He\u2019s gone!\n\nYour father's gone!' she screamed, and looked into the eyes of drowning men.\n\nThe boat was drawn into the broken race below the mainland, and circled\n\ndown and across it* like a bruised fly in a gutter. Sarah, her face beaten\n\nand bruised by the plunging keel, lay like wax across the hands of the brothers.\n\nWith a plunge and stumble Hamilton touched ground. He dragged his brother\n\nashore and lifted the girl from the boat and laid her on the shingle beside\n\nFrank. Above him, on the hill, he heard the shrill cry of a boy and saw him\n\nrunning, zig-zag, down the shadowy slope, with a ;roan he fell on his knees\n\nbetween his brother and the girl.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"607"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna028","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna028","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Neighbours, Rhythmic","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna028","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/Hanna028_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\n23\n\nChapter Five\n\nAn old woman, gathering wrack after the s torn, found Andrew on the\n\nbeach. Sarah stooped over him as he lay in hie coffin in the parlour of\n\nRathard. His beard, washed and combed, lay like a sheaf of silver threads\n\non hie linen gown* The shining plumred life had gone from his lips* his\n\nnostrils and eyelids had become delicate, waxen, translucent like shells, She\n\nheard a step at.the door and drew back as Hamilton entered, bending his head\n\nat the low doorway* \"The neighbours are coming in he said. He laid his hand\n\ngently on her shoulder, turning her to the light, la it wise for ye to be on\n\nyour feet?\"\n\nShe passed her hand across her bruised forehead* I\u2019m bravely now\" she\n\nanswered. \"Are the people in the close?\"\n\n\"Aye, but rest yourself. I bade Agnes Sampson come up and help your mother\n\nmake what little meat there\u2019ll be.\u201d He seated himself on a chair near the door\n\nand laid his hands on his knees* \"Sarah\" he began, now that he\u2019s gone he\n\nnodded towards the coffin, \"I would like you and your mother to bide here for\n\na while till Frank and me get settled. You\u2019re in no hurry away, are ye?\"\n\nHe rose and walked to the coffin and placed his hand lightly on his father\u2019s\n\nbrow. \"He was a good man\u2019 he said \"and he was gey fond of you.\" Sarah rose\n\nswiftly and stood with hear face to the window. z'ran the kitchen came the low\n\nmurmur of voices and a rhythmic beat like a tiny drum a3 some farmhand rocked\n\nhis sparbled boots on the tiled floor, Hamilton stood watching her silently.\n\n'If my mother wants to stay, I\u2019ll stay\u201d she said. without looking at him again,\n\nshe turned and left the room.\n\nShe went up int the kitchen where the mourners were ranged around the\n\nwalls, some seated, some standing, and each with a cup of tea in his hand or\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"608"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna029","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna029","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Furtively, Minister","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna029","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/Hanna029_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"24\n\non his knee, while Mrs Gomartin and Agnes Sampson moved among them, offering\n\nplates of slim scones and boiled ham on bread. The murmur of voices dropped\n\nas the girl entered the kitchen, and a few of the darkclad men, mostly\n\nstrangers to her, smiled and Jerked their heads while the others looked at her\n\nfurtively, as one who had been in danger of death. Stewartie Purdy, Eehlin's\n\noldest neighbour and friend, rose and took her hand. \u2018We\u2019re thankful to see\n\nthat you're able to be about, lass, he said, and as he retreated to his\n\nchair the others looked up, cleared their throats, and nodded. Then their\n\nheads clustered together in twos and threes and again the murmurous\n\ntalk of crops and cattle arose.\n\nWhen the old man released her hand Sarah walked to the half-door, where\n\nshe stood with her back to the room looking out over tie close. Her hands\n\ngrasped the top of the low door in a fit of anger. She hated the people in\n\nthe kitchen for their interrupted talk, their sly curious stare, and for the\n\nuse of the word 'lass\" by old Purdy. Then most humiliating of all, her\n\nmother's smile of gratitude, almost fawning, which had rested on Purdy as\n\nhe took her hand. Her eyes filled with tears of self-pity as she thought of\n\nthe old man who now lay silent in the parlour. She would show them all that\n\nshe was more than a servant in this house! hut as she stood there, disregarding\n\nher mother's voice at her shoulder, caution, like a tardy sentinel, took up\n\nits position again in her mind. Her eyes hardened, her full lips lifted again\n\nat the corners and she would have turned unconcernedly and cheerfully to her\n\nmother, had not the sound of a step in the close drawn her attention.\n\nTwo men were approaching the house. One of them, a clergyman, paused\n\nat the top of the loanen to wait on the other who was coming in by the gate\n\nover the lough. A thrill of pleasure ran through the girl as she recognised\n\nthe figure and long abrupt stride of Pentland. She thought she saw him raise\n\nhis hand to her but she fled back into the kitchen. \"The minister!\" she said\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"609"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna030","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna030","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Coffin, Pentland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna030","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/Hanna030_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"25\n\nin a low voice to her mother, tossing the words like coins to placate the\n\nold woman. She swept on, looking neither to right nor left, down to the\n\nparlour to tell the eldest son of the minister\u2019s arrival.\n\nHamilton was screwing his reflection sidewards in the narrow plushbound\n\nmirror over the fireboard as he pulled up hi3 tie. \"Mr Sorleyson's here\" she\n\nsaid. He adjusted his tie before he turned. She noticed that he had placed\n\nthe lid loosely on the coffin. \"I\u2019ll go up now and speak to him. 1 want you\n\nand your mother to be here when the prayer\u2019s said.\" They heard the kitchen\n\ndoor open and the footsteps of someone coming down the passage, the steps\n\nfaltered as the intruder realised that he was approaching the death-room.\n\nPentland appeared in the doorway.\n\nHe came into the room and took his cousin\u2019s hand. \"I\u2019m right and sorry\n\nto hear what happened, Hami. It's a terrible thing that it should have\n\nhappened crossing from our place, too.\"\n\nHamilton nodded and returned the pressure of the other's hand. \"It was\n\na sore blow tae us all, Fergus, but its well it wasn't worse. I\u2019ll leave ye\n\nnow, for I\u2019ve to go up and speak tae the neighbours. Frank's in bed wi' a\n\nbad fever.\"\n\nWhen Hamilton had gone Pentland stood gazing down at the coffin but he\n\ndid not make a move to raise the lid. \"I\u2019ll never forgive myself for letting\n\nyou go that day\" he said at last.\n\n\"Oh, dont talk like that!\" cried Sarah. \"Sure, Andra was as set on going\n\nas anybody was. There\u2019s no blame lies wi\u2019 you, Mr Pentland.\"\n\n'Ye think not?\" He turned and looked anxiously into her face. Sarah\n\nshook her head. \"It was ill-chance, that\u2019s what it was.\"\n\n\"Did ye cry?\" asked Pentland suddenly, leaning over her. \"Did ye shout\n\nin the water?\"\n\n\"No\" answered Sarah, unwinding her clasped fingers and stepping back a\n\nlittle.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"610"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna031","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna031","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Drowned, Heavenly","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna031","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/Hanna031_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"26\n\n\u201cThe sound mightn\u2019t have carried to me wi\u2019 the wind, anyway, But it\u2019s\n\nterrible to think o\u2019t! Ye might have been drowned!\u201d Then Pentland recognised\n\nthe effect hi a words had on Sarah. Colour glowed in her pale face and her\n\neyes moved shyly and restlessly as if she was about to fly from him. lie\n\nturned away a little, endeavouring to compose his mouth and hands and voice.\n\nHe glowed inwardly, and at the same moment a shadow of fear darkened his\n\nmind. In the silence that followed Sarah had overcome her confusion which\n\nwas much more simple and direct, \"Well, I wasn\u2019t, that\u2019s all\u201d she said,\n\nshrugging her shoulders.\n\nSurely that was not all, . Miss Gomartin\u201d said a voice behind them,\n\nstartled, the girl turned t see Mr Sorleyson regarding her from the doorway.\n\nThe minister came farther into the room, nodding to Pentland whom he had met\n\nin the close. Sorleyson's complexion was fair and his eyes, brown and\n\nsmiling, were magnified a little by his spectacles. Ids voice although\n\ncomnonplace, was clear, and everything he said was marked by an upward\n\ninflexion which gave it a note of diffidence arid willingness to please.\n\n\"Surely you wont dismiss your escape from drowning in such a casual manner,\n\nMss Gomartin? I've hoard the whole tragic story from Hamilton, and its a\n\nmatter of deep thankfulness to our Heavenly Father that you and Hamilton and\n\n\u201crank are here today, although we grieve for the loss of our brother, Andrew.\u201d\n\nAs he finished, Hamilton entered the roam and seeing that the minister did not\n\nrequire him, turned to the window.\n\nSarah would not have answered Sorleyson's mild reproof had he not\n\nmentioned Andrew\u2019s name. Ham it brought up again, in vivid and painful detail,\n\nher last sight of the old man as he struck out from the overladen boat. \"And\n\nwhy should God have let Andrew drown? He was a good man, Mr Sorleyaon.\"\n\nHamilton turned impatiently fro: the window. \"Mr Sorleyson\u201d he said, the\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"611"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna032","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna032","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Unbidden, Funeral","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna032","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/Hanna032_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"27\n\ncarriages are here.\u201d\n\n\"In a moment, Hamilton,\" replied the clergyman. \"God moves in strange\n\nways, Sarah. The old were taken and the young, we hope, will profit by this\n\nexperience.  He would have gone across to Hamilton, but Sarah laid her hand\n\non his arm. \"I've something to tell you, Mr Sorleyson. Andrew wasn't taken\n\nbecause he was old, and we weren't spared because we were young. I saw him\n\nleave go of the boat and swim into the fog. If he hadn't done that, there\u2019s\n\nno telling but all four of us would have gone.\"\n\nSorleyson was about to reply but Hamilton spoke first, \"Away and bring\n\nyour mother down, Sarah, and open Frank\u2019s door so that he can hear the prayer.\"\n\nHis face was dark and scowling and she knew that he was angry at all this\n\nchatter round the dead body of his father, even as she left t^e room the words\n\nrose unbidden . . . and if it hadn't been for you, Frank and me would have\n\ndrowned ... She felt full of remorse, and an urgent desire to please him.\n\nWhen she had brought her mother down to the parlour, Sorleyson prayed.\n\nSarah silently ran her nail over the worn plush on the arm of the chair at\n\nwhich she knelt, as Soleyson's words filtered through to her: \". . . my son,\n\ndespise not the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of Him.\n\nFor whom the lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.\n\nShe had ventured a little too far, having words like with the minister\n\nbefore Hamilton. Until the funeral left she would stay in the background behind\n\nher mother and Agnes, silent, only coming forward when she was needed. That was\n\nher place as a servant in the house. In the meantime, anyway, until her false\n\nstep had been forgotten, Sorleyson cleared his throat before he launched into\n\nhis special prayer for the occasion: 0 God, ho hast in thy great mercy spared\n\nthe green and taken the ripe; teach, we beseech Thee, thy sons and daughters\n\ngathered here, that nature framed by Thy almighty hand can never be tamed to\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"612"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna033","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna033","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Undertaker, Map","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna033","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/Hanna033_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"28\n\nman\u2019s will. That storms and tempests will continue to brush aside man as\n\na housewife brushes aside a cobweb. And when Thy inexorable processes\n\nrun counter to man\u2019s hopes and desires, help them, O Lord, to humble\n\nthemselves under the mighty hand of God. May their sorrows yield the\n\npeacable fruit of righteousness, so that each of them shall be able to say:\n\nIt is good for me that I have    been    afflicted. And mercifully grant unto all\n\nof us here present, and to as    many    as mourn with us in this sorrow, that we\n\nmay hear the voice of Thy Spirit saying to us. Be ye also ready, for in such\n\nan hour as ye think not, the Son of Man cometh . . .\n\nThey remained for a moment in silence on their knees. Then they rose,\n\nMrs Gomartin helping herself up slowly from the chair at which she knelt.\n\nHamilton and Sarah looked at the face of the dead man, then they went up\n\ninto the kitchen.\n\nThe undertaker\u2019s men slipped unobtrusively into the parlour and closed\n\nthe door. Once there was the shrill scringe of a screw driven into wood.\n\nThe mourners had shuffled out    into    the close where they stood under    the\n\nrowans in the pearly afternoon light. Hamilton came to the door and beckoned\n\nsilently to two or three of them. He chose elderly men a&I close neighbours.\n\nThese were the first bearers of the coffin.\n\nAs they came up from the parlour their laden unsteady steps passed over\n\nthe brain of the sick man like great lurching wheels. They carried the\n\ncoffin round the gable of the house to pass his window. While the indistinct\n\nshadow of their passage moved slowly across his room he Lay with closed eyes\n\nand twitching fingers, murmuring to himself.\n\nPentland had spoken to Sarah before he took his place at the coffin.\n\n\"I\u2019ll be back this way for my boat he said. \u2019You\u2019ll stop in have your toe?\"\n\nthe girl asked. He smiled and nodded then followed the other men into the\n\nhouse. Behind him stood Sorleyson, brushing the nap of his hat on his arm.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"613"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna034","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna034","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Funeral, Infinite","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna034","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/Hanna034_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"29\n\n\"Be comforted' ho said to Sarah. 1 hope to see you at church on Sunday.\"\n\nHe included both women In his glance, then he hurried away to take his place\n\nat the head of the mourners beside Hamilton.\n\nSarah stood with the other women at the head of the loanen watching\n\nthe funeral procession wind slowly among the fields and vanish in a fold\n\nof the road. But she followed it unseeingiy as she brooded over Sorleyson\u2019s\n\nremarks. And the more she thought on them, so anger and revolt stirred in\n\nher. To her simple mind, the idea of a vast overleaning spirit, ever\n\npresent, which with infinite patience followed the coming-in and going-out\n\nof a human being for eighty years, and then, at a pre-ordained time plucked\n\nhim from the world, bore me signs of an ultimate responsibility, but now\n\nshe suspected, and her anger rose at the thought, that Sorleyson had bent\n\na fortuitious and tragic occurence to buttress his own beliefs and teachings,\n\nam had in some way robbed the lustre of Andrew\u2019s self-sacrifice.\n\nWhen the last trap had disappeared Agnes -Simpson went back across the\n\nclose. \u201cWe\u2019d better be getting redd up, for they\u2019ll be coming back soon,\n\nshe said. Martha and Sarah followed her back to the farm.\n\nAs they were about to enter the house Martha turned to her daughter and\n\nsaid in a low voice \u201d1 was wondering what they\u2019ll dae about us, now the old\n\nman\u2019s gone, did Hmailton say anything?\"\n\n\u201cHe wants us tae bide on, he says.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, we could dae that. I don\u2019t doubt but one or t\u2019other of them will\n\nget married soon.\"\n\nHer daughter turned on her in a blaze of anger. \u201cWhat makes ye say\n\nthat; she cried, striking her hand on the doorpost. \u201cYou\u2019re talking daft,\n\nmother!\u201d She strode ahead into the kitchen while Martha gazed after her\n\nin fear and amazement.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"614"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna035","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna035","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Death, Fireside","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna035","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/Hanna035_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"30\n\nChapter Six\n\nAfter the death of Andrew there was no further talk as to whether\n\nSarah and her mother would remain at Rathard. Once the fever had passed its\n\ncrisis, rank came into the kitchen and sat crouched at the fire, while the\n\nwomen went about their work, indoors and outdoors. His fever had been broken\n\nby some concoction brewed by Agnes Sampson, and she came up each day with more\n\nbrews in which the herbs had changed their proportions, or to which fresh\n\ningredients had been added. The Echlins had a great regard for Agnes, and\n\nsoon Sarah also was looking forward with pleasure to the visits of this\n\nlaughter-loving old woman with the heavy bosom and slim ankles. hen her\n\nlight dancing step was heard in the close and she came into the kitchen,\n\ntalk sprang on people\u2019s lips, and the fire which had been nodding in the\n\nhearth drew up vigouously under the lowered kettle, as though it felt the\n\neye of its mistress. It was during one of these visits that Sarah learned\n\nthat Fergus Pentland had the gift of charming sick animals and people\n\nsuffering from eresipylis. \"A lock of ungodly nonsense!\" cried Martha angrily,\n\nand Frank threw back his head and laughed for the first time since his\n\nillness. Let him be better and get about his work again, prayed Sarah, as\n\nshe heard his laugh.\n\nFor in each of those few days she could almost feel the springs of\n\nvitality and desire rise again in the man at the fireside. His eyes rarely\n\nleft her as she moved about the kitchen. He answered Martha from the corner\n\nof his mouth as he gazed at her daughter.\n\nShe had been kneading bread at the table when suddenly he got up and\n\ncame towards her, his blanket drop ing from his shoulders onto the chair.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"615"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna036","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna036","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"November, Lamplight","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna036","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/Hanna036_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"31\n\nhis eyes were ardent, and there was a gleam of triumphant laughter on his\n\nface as though some obstacle between them had been removed. He stretched\n\nout his hand to touch her. She moved round the table from him, watching\n\nhim wide-eyed. Her elbow knocked over the flour-mug which starred out\n\nwith a little explosion on the floor. In the silence that followed they\n\nheard the steps of Martha in the upper room. \"Hae ye broke the bowl,\n\nSarah?\" she called, the girl laughed silently in his face. \"Wo, mother,\n\nI knocked over the wee mug.\" Frank went back to the fire and sat down\n\nwith his back to her, cowling his head in the blanket. After a moment\n\nshe ran down to her room where she gazed into the mirror for a long time,\n\nclapping her hand swiftly over her mouth when her breath came in a crow\n\nof excitement.\n\nIn November, as was their yearly custom, the Pentiands moved across\n\nto a little farm on the mainland to winter. Fergus had come up twice to\n\nRathard during Frank\u2019s illness, and then when Frank was better the visits\n\ncontinued, lie would come into the kitchen in the evenings with his head\n\nlowered and his eyes blinking in the lamplight. At first Hamilton had\n\nput aside whatever paper he was reading, or whatever work he had in hand,\n\nto talk to his cousin. But now, when Pentland called once or twice a week\n\nhe would only look up from his work to wish him good-evening. Frank greeted\n\nhis cousin with a slow secretive smile that lingered on his face as he\n\ngazed into the fire. And Pentland, having found a seat close to Sarah, and\n\nlaid some little parcel of honey or sweets in the shadows behind her, would\n\nwatch the grin on his cousin\u2019s face, and fail into a vexed silence,\n\nunconscious of the stolen glances of the girl at his side.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"616"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna037","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna037","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Blood, Minister","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna037","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/Hanna037_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"32\n\nHe became convinced that Frank was the girl's lover, and that they, and\n\nHamilton, and perhaps even old Martha, were laughing at him. *he first\n\ntime the idea entered his head, anger soon gave way to a peculiar pleasure\n\nin the thought, and he lay in bed and tortured himself, imagining word3\n\nand actions between the two. Yet every time that he swore passionately\n\nnever to s\n\nflooding back, and his turmoil waxed and waned like the shadows that\n\ncrowded round and fled from his swinging lantern.\n\nSarah, the blood throbbing in her lips, her breast still tingling\n\nfrom his embrace, watched Pentland's light till it was swallowed below the\n\nbrae. She crossed the rath behind the house and mounting the ancient wall\n\npicked out his lantern a3 it pricked its way slowly through the darkness.\n\nThen it disappeared for the last time and she returned slowly to the house,\n\ndowncast and dissatisfied.\n\nSome weeks after the funeral, Mr Sorleyson called again at Rathard. he\n\nremained with Hamilton in the lower room for a time, before he came up into\n\nthe kitchen where Martha and Sarah were working. \u201cSo you intend staying with\n\nMr Echlin for a while, Martha?\" he asked.\n\nThe old woman nodded. \"Aye, they want Sarah and me here.\"\n\nThe minister glanced round the trim kitchen. I can see that, he said.\n\n\"I didn't see you in church after all,\" he added, turning to Sarah.\n\nMrs Gomartin put aside the brush with which she was blacking the crane.\n\n\"I'm wearied talking to all three o' them, Mr Sorleyson she interjected. \"But\n\nnot one of them will go a step wi' me. '\n\nThe clergyman looked down at the floor with a grave expression. \"It's\n\nyour duty to go with your mother, you know, Sarah.\"\n\nThe girl turned away with a slight shrug. The red sun pierced the kitchen\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"617"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna038","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna038","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Clergyman, Daughter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna038","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/Hanna038_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"33\n\nand gleamed on her fair hair. Sorleyson considered her figure as she stood\n\nin the roseate light. Kr regretted the shapeless apron that hung from her\n\nwaist.\n\nThe minister picked up his hat from the dresser. \"Well, 1 must be away\"\n\nhe said. \"I hope to see you all on the Sabbath.\" He shook hands with both\n\nwomen, and they heard him salute Frank as he crossed the close.\n\n\"Ye heard what the minister said, Sarah?\" asked Martha when they were\n\nalone again.\n\n\"I did - I heard him rightly\" answered the girl irritably.\n\nMartha straightened herself and turned round. \"Aye, but did ye heed\n\nhim?\"\n\n\"Why should I heed him? i.hat has he to do wi\u2019 me?\"\n\n\"He\u2019s your clergyman.\"\n\n\"I didn\u2019t ask for him! Why does he come here interfering in my concern?\"\n\nIn her fumbling way Martha tried to explain what she meant. \"It isnt\n\nMr Sorleyson, daughter. It\u2019s what he stands for. He\u2019s the servant o\u2019 the\n\nChurch o\u2019 God - the Church that ye were reared in - and your folks afore, ye.\n\nYe can\u2019t prosper, Sarah, if ye forget your duty to God.\"\n\nHer daughter turned on her with strident voice. \"Aye! cur folks prospered,\n\ndidn't they, with their running tae Church on a Sunday! My father died on the\n\nroads, and ever since I can mind my life has been nothing else but slaving for\n\nother folk. And always (here she mimicked her mother cruelly) its 'be humble,\n\nSarah, God will reward ye.\u201d Well, I\u2019m tired o\u2019 it! My ways are my own. I get\n\nup in the morn tae my work, and at night I lie down in my bed, and if I fall\n\ndead in the midst o* it, there\u2019ll be little talk and less weeping!\"\n\n\"God, what have I done tae hear my own daughter talk like this! lark\n\nmy words, S^rah, ya\u2019ll see the day when you'll regret on your bended knees\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"618"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna039","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna039","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sun, Straw","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna039","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/Hanna039_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"34\n\nthat ye scorned the words of your mother and your minister: For its pain and\n\nevil you\u2019ll bring on yourself if your hard heart isn\u2019t changed!\"\n\n\"There\u2019s pain and evil in roe non I\" cried the girl, the tears springing\n\nto her eyes* \"But 1*11 thole it - and it wont be on my knees!\" and snatching\n\nup a basin she ran out of the kitchen.\n\nFrank, lying below a cart and driving nails into a floorboard, saw her\n\nrun across the close into the mealshed. After she had disappeared his strokes\n\nbecame slow and erratic. At last he laid his ham. or down, and crawling out\n\nwalked over to the shed, Sarah, her eyes blinded with tears, was plucking\n\nfeverishly at the fastenings of a meal bag* He laid his hands on her shoulders\n\nand turned her towards him. Under his gaze her brirmming eyes dried like\n\nsummer pools under a noonday sun. For a moment, but only for a moment, his\n\nlust wavered under her look of supplication. He took the basin from her\n\nnerveless fingers and laid it on the sill. The straw motes circled lazily\n\nupward in the red sunlight.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"619"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna040","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna040","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Visitors, Humour","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna040","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/Hanna040_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"35\n\nChapter Seven\n\nAgnes Sampson and her husband, Petie, lived in one of two small thactched\n\ncottages which sat on top of Knocknadreemally, so called because here the\n\nfringes of Havara, Banyil and Lusky woods touched. The visitors entering the\n\ncottage set swinging clusters and strings of herbs and roots hanging from the\n\ndark rafters. On the mantelpiece and deep window-ledge sat jars filled with\n\ntormentil, tansy and golden rod, and many other dried pods, flowers, barks and\n\nroots. Iron time to time there arose murmurs among the wealthier farmers of\n\nan inquiry into the old woman\u2019s traffic, and a possible prosecution. .Jut Q3\n\nit was never proven that she had injured any of her poor patients, but on the\n\ncontrary had dispelled innumerable fevers, bruises and domestic upsets, nothing\n\nwas ever done about it.\n\nHer humour, energy and skill, and the many wild nights when she had clung\n\nto the back of a frantic non as he whipped his horse along the roads, so that\n\nshe might be inn tine to wipe the lips and catch the last words of some dying\n\ncrone, or deliver safely a whimpering child, had further endeared her in the\n\naffection and respect of the country folk.\n\nHer husband, Petie, was a small soft-spoken man who only put on a jacket\n\nwhen he was going to meeting-house. Be had a remarkable collection of parti-\n\ncoloured waistcoats which he wore three at a time, winter and summer. Thus he\n\nhad twelve pockets in which to mislay his chewing roll, opportunities of which\n\nhe took full advantage. But as he was a gentle humorous creature, the search\n\nwas calm and leisured.\n\nHaving neither chick nor child, as the country folk say, Petie and Agnes\n\nhad worked for many years in the fields of their neighbours, particularly the\n\nEchlins and their cousins the Pentlands. Agnes had been present at the birth\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"620"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna041","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna041","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Visitor, Animal","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna041","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/Hanna041_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"36\n\nof Hamilton, Prank and Fergus; and having watched theta grow from childhood\n\nto manhood, fed them when their childish wanderings brought them over\n\nKocknadreemally, and consoled then when they had been punished at home,\n\nshe looked on them almost as her own sons.\n\nKnowing that he would receive good advice, and possibly sympathy,\n\nPentland climbed the road one afternoon to Sampson\u2019s cottage, \u00abhen he\n\nentered, he found Petie seated on one side of the fire with his dog\n\nKipper which rested its head on its master\u2019s outstretched legs and communed\n\nsilently with him through half-closed golden eyes. On the other side sat\n\nAgnes knitting, her skirt gathered into her lap and her woollen petticoat\n\nkilted to her knees.\n\n\"Good-day to ye\u201d said the young man pausing in the doorway. Agues\n\nnarrowed her eyes to see who it was that stood silhouetted in the bright\n\ndoorway, while Petie, too indolent to turn around, scanned her face as\n\nif hoping to see reflected there the identity of the visitor. \"Ah, Fergus,\n\nye scairt us!\u201d cried Agnes when she recognised who it was. \"Gome in, con,\n\nand dont stand there like a bagman. ut that animal away from ye, otie,\n\nand let Fergus sit down. She enquired after the young man\u2019s grandmother,\n\nand then Pentland fell to stroking the dog\u2019s head and there was silence\n\nfor a time.\n\n\"And are ye bravely yourseLf\u201d enquired Agnes at last.\n\nFergus paused long enough to give his answer the proper note of\n\ndoubt and despondency. \"Ah, 1 suppose I\u2019m rightly, he answered with a\n\nslight nod that implied exactly the opposite.\n\nAgnes glanced quickly at him over her knitting, \"Petie\" she said\n\ntake that animal away out and hae a dander t\u2019yoursel\u2019\". Obediently the\n\nold man pushed Kipper towards the door and left the house.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"621"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna042","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna042","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kitchen, Outburst","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna042","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/Hanna042_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"37\n\n\"You\u2019re looking rightly, too\u201d ventured Agnes tentatively, when her\n\nhusband\u2019s steps had died away.\n\nFergus gave the short bitter laugh of a man who could reveal untold\n\nagony within if he had a mind to. \"I was thinking of putting an end to\n\nmyself in the lough\" he said, gazing straight into the fire.\n\n\u201cHere ye now?\u201d queried Agnes looking up from her knitting, \"Aye,\n\nmaybe you're not as well as ye look - come, tell ould Agnes.\u201d\n\nHer remark had the desired effect. Pentland\u2019s reserve went down\n\nlike a flimsy barrier before the trouble he had been nursing for so long,\n\nspringing up from his chair, he thrust his hands into his pockets and\n\nstrode distractedly up and down the kitchen. \"To tell ye the God\u2019s truth,\n\nAgnes, l*n a verry worrit man, and I dont know what way to turn, at all!\u201d\n\nRe come back to her and the crisp bulbs dangled and swung bohind his head.\n\n\u201cS1t down, son\" said Agnes, \"and tell me what\u2019s putting these wild\n\nthoughts in your head. Hut the little outburst had eased him, and as ho\n\nsat down he felt his trouble to be unreal after all, and he regretted that\n\nhe had come.\n\nHe sat gazing gloomily at the dancing flames, his head sun in his\n\nshoulders. \u2018Ach, it\u2019s nothing\" he said at last \u201cMy mind\u2019s aye chasing\n\nmice.\u201d\n\n\"Ah, it's something, or ye wudna carry on like that\" returned Agnes,\n\nJerking her knitting back into her lap. \u201cHae ye got your_elf into trouble\n\nwi' a girl, or something o* that sort?\"\n\n\"In a manner o' speaking - yes,\"\n\n\"Is it Stewartie Purdy\u2019s lass?\"\n\nIt is not:\u201d he declared emphatically, looking sharply at her,\n\n\u201cAye, well then, is it Martha Gomartin\u2019s girl?\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"622"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna043","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna043","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Smirked, Sweetheart","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna043","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/Hanna043_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\n38\n\nHe smirked painfully. \"How did ye guess her?\" he asked.\n\n\"Are ye simple, .Fergus? Sure you're never away from about the\n\nplace!\u201d\n\n\"Well then, it's her\" he replied in an offended tone.\n\n\"And what's wrong between her and you?\" persisted the old woman, the\n\nclick of her needles never ceasing.\n\nPentland seemed at a loss to reply. \"Well, there's nothing wrong\n\nbetween me and her\" he commenced at last \"but 3he seems to be changing\n\nevery day she's up there. 3he's changed a lot since the day ould Andrew\n\nwas drownded, I can tell ye.\"\n\n\"That\u2019s no to be wondered at, considering where she sprung from\"\n\nsaid Agnes. \"It's wonderful what happens tae black-clocks when they\n\nget intae long grass\" she added with malice.\n\n\"Ah, there\u2019s nothing wrong wi' the girl!\" declared Fergus, stung\n\ninto defence of his sweetheart.\n\n\"No, no - there's no a ha'porth wrong wi' her agreed Agnes soothingly.\n\n\"And her mother\u2019s as honest a women as ye'd find in a day's walk. Tell me\n\nthen, what's got intae ye?\"\n\nPentland stood up and threw the hair back out of his eyes. \"I can't\n\nabide her being near that crature, Frank Echlin!\u201d he burst out. \"Sitting\n\nthere wi\u2019 that sneer on his face when I come ini I declare to m'God I\n\ncould lift the throat out of him for it!\u201d\n\nAgnes stiffened. Fond as she vas of Fergus, she had always been\n\nfonder and closer to the Echlin brothers and -'rank had been her special\n\nfavourite, Petie and she, getting old, were now dependent on the Echlins\n\nfor their livelihood and the cottage in which she sat was owned by the\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"623"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna044","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna044","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Knitting, Voice","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna044","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/Hanna044_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"39\n\nfamily at Rathard. Again, she was too old and wise in the ways of her\n\nneighbours to get caught up in any quarrel between the cousins. So she\n\ndrew in her lips, raised her knitting, and remained silent.\n\nBut Pentland also realised hi3 mistake and now he was intent on\n\njustifying his remarks. He came and oat down, drawing his chair closer\n\nso that he could look into Agnes\u2019s face. \"Tell me, Agnes, how would you\n\nfeel if ye had to sit, night after night, beside a man that\u2019s sneering\n\nand smirking at every word ye say?\"\n\n\"What makes ye think Frankie would be sneering at ye?\" asked the\n\nold woman coldly.\n\n\"God in Heaven! don't I see it on his face, every time I look at\n\nhim?\"\n\n\"For why?\"\n\nPentland relapsed back into his chair. \"I think he\u2019s carrying on\n\nwi\u2019 Sarah\" he said in a low hard voice.\n\nAgnes stirred uneasily. But she laid down her knitting and laughed.\n\n\"Ye sit there and tell me the girl favours ye and you\u2019re worrying about\n\nFrank Echlin girning and cracking his fingers at ye over the fire? D\u2019ye\n\nthink if he was prospering wi\u2019 her that ye\u2019d be let in sight o' the close\n\no\u2019 Rathard? If ye believe that you're no long frae your mother\u2019s teat!\u201d\n\n\"D'ye think there's nothing in it, then?\" asked Pentland unable to\n\nstifle the relief in his voice.\n\n\"I know there's nothing in it\" declared the woman stoutly. \"If ye\n\nwant the girl dont go footerin at her as if ye didna. And for Frankie's\n\nsneers, pay nae heed to him. Remember the ould saying that the bee leaves\n\na sting where he snooks nae honey.\"\n\n\"You\u2019re right, no doubt\" said Pentland springing up with a smile.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"624"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna045","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna045","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Shivering, Husband","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna045","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/Hanna045_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"40\n\nHe seemed to be an much pleased with himself now as previously he had\n\nbeen downcast and gloomy. His wish gratified, he did not delay any\n\nlonger in the Stepsons\u2019 cottage but set off with a cheery word to\n\nPetie who was shivering on a stone outside the door, his walk long\n\naccomplished. As Petie hastened gladly to the fire he saw his wife\n\nstanding at tho gable-window gazing after the young, man. \"God forgive\n\nme if l*m a liar, anA I don\u2019t doubt I am\" he heard her say, Then, as the\n\nturned from the window she exclaimed \"the bad hussy!\u201d and looked broodingly\n\nat her husband's peaked and questioning face.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"625"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna046","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna046","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Religious, Bitter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna046","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/Hanna046_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"41\n\nChapter Eight\n\nWith that urgency with which religious old a,e invests such matters,\n\nMartha still endeavoured to make the younger Members of the household\n\nreturn to church, hamilton had continued to go for a few Sabbaths\n\nafter his father\u2019s death* .then one Sabbath morning he had gone out into\n\nthe fields and from thence his attendance became more desultory, until\n\nnow he and Frank contented themselves with driviing Martha to the church\n\nand returning for her after the service. As time passed they'did not\n\neven trouble to dress or shave themselves for those journeys.\n\nOn the homeward way the churchgoers would watch the Echlin trap\n\npass, and pull down their mouths and say \"changed times at Rathard since\n\nould Andra died,\" and others would maliciously add \"or since the Gomartins\n\nwent up.\u201d But most of her neighbours sympathised with Martha.\n\nThese whispers and glances did not escape the notice of the old\n\nwoman, but the final humiliation was delivered by the Revenant Mr.\n\nSorleyson. One Sunday morning as she left the church, he drew her aside\n\nand asked her, kindly enough, to prevail on the Echlins to come back to\n\nthe congregation, \"Aye, and my Sarah?\" \"Of course,\u2019 exclaimed Mr\n\nSorleyson after the faintest pause, \"Sarah, as well.\u201d But the\n\nmomentary hesitation in Sorleyson\u2019s voice went to the mother\u2019s heart\n\nlike a knife.\n\nWhen he left her she stood in the shelter of the hedge endeavouring\n\nto still the trembling In her legs, A dull burning pulsed i$ her cheeks\n\nand as she looked after the departing minister bitter tears flooded her\n\neyes, \"Ah, Mr Sorleyson\" she whispered \"could yo no leave the ninety\n\nand nine anti go after that which is lost until ye find it! Sarah,\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"626"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna047","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna047","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Clock, Boots","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna047","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/Hanna047_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"42\n\nSarah, your mother\u2019s heart\u2019s sore for ye this day,\u201d She dabbed her eyes\n\nwith her black cotton gloves and walked slowly towards the church coach-\n\nhouse. the broad road before the coach-house was empty now, and when she\n\nlooked into the Echlin\u2019s box in the stable two or three sparrows were\n\nquarreling on the floor of it.   They hae forgotten me' she said, sitting\n\ndown on the bench that ran along the wall. After a little while she\n\narose and set out on the homeward road.\n\nHamilton, coming from the byre, saw the trap sitting in the close,\n\nits shafts in the air. An uneasy feeling made him hasten into the house,\n\nthe hands of the clock pointed to twenty minutes past one. lie hurried\n\nout to the stable and pushed open the ton-door. Both hors-s stood in\n\ntheir stalls, \"Hell roast his soul\" he muttered, 'he\u2019s forgotten the\n\nould woman.\" He went to the middle of the close and putting his hands\n\nto his mouth hallooed on his brother\u2019s name. He paused, expectant, as\n\nhis shout rang over the empty fields. A fe birds rose from the ridge\n\nof the stable and whirred away. Then he called on grab's name and as\n\nhe listened he thought he heard a faint distant sound of laughter. He\n\nled out a horse, pulling cruelly on its mouth, and yoked it, singlehanded,\n\nin the trap.\n\nAbout two miles along the road he came on Martha seated on the ditch.\n\nHe had to dismount and holdover to the trap. hen 3he left the church\n\nshe had vowed to herself that she would refuse to ride with them if they\n\ncame to meet her. But now all her pride was gene; she had lost a glove\n\nsomewhere and her fine buttoned boots, of which she was so proud, were\n\ncoated with mud. t er face was drawn with weariness, and she had to\n\npress her lips together to keep from bursting outright into tears of\n\nmisery and loneliness.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"627"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna048","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna048","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chimney, Hatred","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna048","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/Hanna048_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"43\n\nIn n halting; manner, and keeping; his eyes fixed on the horse\u2019s ears,\n\nHamilton tried to apologise for his brother\u2019s lapse. The old woman\n\ngathered from his remarks that Frank and Sarah had disappeared from the\n\nhouse,\n\n\"Did she lay the table?\" Martha asked*\n\n\"I didn pay any heed\u201d answered Hamilton, touching up the horse,\n\n\"If it had been set you\u2019d have noticed it\" she said briefly.\n\nAs they turned off the road into the loanen they saw the blue smoke\n\nof a replenished fire rise from the chimney of trie farmhouse.\n\nFrank stood leaning over the half-door of tiro stable with his back\n\nto them as they drew up in the close, Hamilton unloosed the horse and\n\nled it out of the shafts, slipping the birchen over his arm. As he heard\n\nhis brother approach Frank unbolted the stable door and held it open, but\n\nHamilton checked the horse on the threshold, \u201cWhat came intae ye?\" he\n\ndemanded, scowling at the other. Frank smiled, \u201cI forgot all about the\n\nould one\" he answered. Although he smiled, his eyes were alert and he\n\nrocked gently on the balls of his feet, Hamilton stared at him for a\n\nmoment then he spat contemptously on the ground and led the horse into the\n\nstable. Frank loitered in the close until his brother appeared again, than\n\nwithout looking up or speaking, folio ed him into the house.\n\nThey sat down to the meal in silence. Frank, carefully watching the\n\nold woman, noted with apprehension that Sarah was doing the same, lie had\n\nhoped that the two women would have had it out before lie and Hamilton\n\ncame in.As Sarah rose to bring the rennet dish to the table he suddenly\n\nturned to Martha and opening his lips was about to speak. At his gesture\n\nshe looked up at him coldly and silently, -it the sight of her faded eyes\n\nand indrawn lips the words died in his throat. He felt a sudden hatred\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"628"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna049","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna049","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Silence, Fields","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna049","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/Hanna049_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"44\n\nfor. Sarah's mother with her cold reproachful look. As if he were bound\n\nto go when she said, go; and come when she said, come. To hell with ye,\n\nhe said inwardly, you\u2019re nothing to me.\n\nBut his gesture stirred the old woman. Not content with knowing\n\nthat her silence filled both the young people with remorse and anger\n\nshe turned to her daughter, \u2019 Where were ye, when I was at church?\u201d she\n\nasked.\n\n\"We went over the fields to the head o\u2019 the brae\" answered the\n\ngirl without raising her eye3 from her plate.\n\n\u201cWaren\u2019t ye left tae look after the house?\" demanded Martha.\n\n\"There now, Martha\" interrupted Frank angrily, \"the house didna\n\nrun away.\"\n\nMrtha ignored him. Her whole attention was fixed on her daughter.\n\n\u201dSince when hae ye taken to skiltin the fields on a sabbath? Look at\n\nyourself - you\u2019re as tossed and through-other as if you\u2019d been doing a\n\nday\u2019s work. What ways that to behave on the Sabbath?\"\n\nSarah sprang up from the table* \"Lay me alone!\u201d she cried. \"I\u2019ll\n\ngo out in the fields when I want, Sunday or any other day!\u201d\n\nMartha had risen to her feet also, her face flushed and fingers\n\nplucking at her apron. Hamilton, who had been eating stolidly during\n\nall this talk, now rapped the table irritably with his spoon. \"Sit\n\ndown, Martha,\" he said \"and let us get on wi\u2019 our dinner.\"'\n\nMartha turned on him. \"Listen to me, Hamilton Echlin, and you\n\nSarah, and you Frank. If there\u2019s not a charge in this house I'm going\n\ntae leave it and go back tae Banyil. God forgive me - I should ha\u2019\n\nspoken out before. But I\u2019m no going to see my daughter run about a\n\nheathen, if the memory o\u2019 your father won\u2019t send yous t\u2019church, as\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"629"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna050","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna050","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rocking, Haltered","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna050","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/Hanna050_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"45\n\nleast I\u2019ll see that she goesI\"\n\n\"Don\u2019t meddle with me, Martha!\u201d exclaimed Frank angrily. \"I can\n\nlook after my own affairs. Hae ye forgotten already what my father brought\n\nye here for?\"\n\nThe old woman raised her hands to her head as if she had been struck.\n\n\"Wilt thou afflict the widow or fatherless child? If thou afflict them\n\nin any wise, and they cry at all unto me, 1 will surely hear their cry\n\nshe intoned in a dull voice.\n\n\"Ah, give mo none of your bibical oant!\u201d cried Frank, beside himself\n\nwith anger and shame at what he had said.\n\nHamilton struck the table with his open hand. \"That\u2019s mair them\n\nenough!\u201d he shouted. He turned to Martha who had seated herself at the\n\nfire and was rocking backwards and forwards in her chair. \u201cYe oanna\n\ninterfere wi* us, Martha. If you\u2019re no happy hare, I\u2019m sorry, it seem\n\na wee thing tae leave us for. Nobody hinders ye going to church and after\n\ntoday I\u2019ll warrant ye that you\u2019ll no walk home again. As he said this\n\nhe looked at his brother, but Frank stood gating sullenly out of the door.\n\nThe younger brother\u2019s anger was really not so much at Martha\u2019s presumption\n\nas at the fear of being haltered again, Andrew had not been a tyrranical\n\nfather but he had always commanded implicit obedience from his sons. In\n\ndoing so ho had been strengthened by affection and usage. But at his\n\ndeath, Frank had felt himself a free roan, his own meter. Without\n\nanything having been said between them, his word was as good as Hanilton\u2019s\n\non the farm. An\" he possessed an undisputed delight which he hugged in\n\nsecret glee, the enjoyment of Sarah. So when Martha, a stranger, and a \n\nservant, upbraided him, it was like a stranger\u2019s\n\nhand on the neck of a wicked and restive horse. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55","Nid":"630"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna051","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna051","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Wrestling, Drudgery","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna051","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/Hanna051_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"46\n\nSarah stood with her hands clenched agonisingly together. She\n\nhad never dreamt that her mother would Jeopardise her comfortable life\n\nat Rathard for principles. 3he had forgotten easily and too soon that\n\nher mother was a spiritual and racial* descendant of the two Margarets\n\nwho, choking at their stakes in the rising waters of Solway, saw Christ\n\nand He wrestling, Martha's God was a terrible but hearkening God. Her\n\nevery word and thought was weighed on His fingertip. Before a faith\n\nsuch as that, comfort and a hearth and a little folding of the hands\n\nburned away like so ranch dross. But to Sarah the novelty of her new\n\nposition in life was too fresh for her not to appreciate the change\n\nfor the better in her fortunes. They had come as servants and labourers\n\nto Rathard, and now she at least, had attained the position of mistress\n\nin the Echlin household. It was not avarice, but the fear of returning\n\nto a life of drudgery that filled her with hatred as she stood between\n\nthe brothers, listening to the old woman.\n\n\u201cWill ye change your ways o\u2019 going, Sarah?\" her mother asked.\n\n\u201cThere's nothing wrong wi' my ways o' going\" the girl answered\n\nsullenly.\n\n\"Are ye going to do as your betters bid yo, and return to your\n\nchurch?\" persisted Martha.\n\nThe girl raised her head sharply, \u201dMy betters!\u201d she exclaimed, her\n\nface flushing in anger. \u201cSo that\u2019s it: Mr Sorleyson has been at ye -\n\nnow isn\u2019t that the truth!\u201d\n\n\u201cAye, that\u2019s the truth, your minister came down from his pulpit to\n\nbeg wi\u2019 me that my daughter would come back. That\u2019s what i had to endure\n\nin my own church.' The old woman\u2019s voice grew bitter, \"He said that\n\nFrank and Kami would remember their father, God forgive them, they hae\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"631"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna052","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna052","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Affair, Fireplace","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna052","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/Hanna052_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"47\n\nforgotten before the sod's healed over him.\u201d\n\n\"Let us be, Martha\" said Hamilton uneasily, turning a cup in\n\nhis hands. Frank stirred in the doorway but stood with his back to\n\nthem, listening.\n\n\"It's your own affair\" said the old woman, rising. \"But I\u2019ll see\n\nto it that Sarah doesn\u2019t go that road.\"\n\n\u201cQuit it!\u201d shouted Sarah. \"Ye keep op talking o' me'as if I was\n\na helpless wean! Ye can go to your church if ye will, but your no\n\ntaking me!\u201d\n\n\"Very well, then\" said her mother. \u201cWe\u2019re leaving this house as\n\nsoon as we can gather our wheen o' things thegither.\"\n\nThe girl turned and clutched Hamilton\u2019s arm. \"Hami, will ye give\n\nme a job here?\" She cried. Her eyes searched his face, and the man winced\n\nin her grasp.\n\nHe released his arm from her fingers and crossed to the fireplace.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s not for me toe interfere between you and your daughter, Martha.\n\nYou\u2019re welcome tae bide here as long as ye wish, and I can't hinder ye if\n\nye want to go, for you\u2019re neither blood nor kin tae us. You\u2019ve done your\n\nwork well, and if ye go we maun get another. But go or stay, singly or\n\ntogether, you\u2019re as .free as the birds o* the air. That's my word.\"\n\nFor a long time mother and daughter looked at each other. The girl's\n\npale lips scarcely moved. \"I'm staying\u201d she said.The old woman turned\n\naway to the door of the lower room, leaning faintly for a moment on the\n\nhandle.\n\nShe set about collecting her belongings with silent diligence. She\n\naccepted Frank\u2019s shamefaced offer of a wooden case for her linens. Of\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"632"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna053","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna053","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bitterness, Drudgery","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna053","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/Hanna053_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"48\n\nevery three pieces she left one aside for Sarah, and the girl going\n\ndown into her room in the dusk found them lying across the bed.\n\nMartha's quiet determination to abide by her resolve, with neither\n\nrecrimination nor bitterness succeeded in reducing her daughter to an\n\nanguish of spirit which in momenta of weakness she thought almost too\n\nmuch to pay for her new life, Neither encouraged by an air cf martyrdom\n\non her mothers part, nor possessing herself that characteristic which\n\nin revolt and despair casts the whole burden of shame on the person who\n\noccasioned it, the girl was tormented by a superstitious belief that\n\nsome day she would have to pay for her actions. She was fortified only\n\nby a secret stubborn shame and a hatred of subordination and its drudgery.\n\nYet when at last Mrs Gomartin, with her few goods boxed and basketed, sat\n\nin the springcart, one backward glance would have brought her daughter\n\ninto her arms. The old woman never looked round, and Sarah through\n\ntear-blinded eyes, watched the small bowed figure nod and lurch beside\n\nHamilton as they drove away.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"633"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna054","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna054","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Blossom, Matrons","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna054","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/Hanna054_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"49\n\nChapter Nine\n\nWhen the apple trees shed their leaves on the lawn of Ravara Manse,\n\nthe house could he seen from the road with its pouting doorway and tall\n\nblue-black windows, the alabaster lion in the fanlight and chairs at\n\nevery window, broad splatbacks and the cupid bows of country heppleWhite.\n\nBy tho time the road had ceased to ring under the heel the thin branches\n\nbristled with splitting buds. In May the blossom frothed to the eaves of\n\nthe house. In August the green globes of fruit nodded in the warm air.\n\nEvery year The Herriot sent his pupils to gather then in for the\n\nminister. By October the leaves lay tattered at the feet of the trees\n\nand the house gleamed again through the thin arms of the branches,\n\nThe manse itself was a commodious and well-planned house. It held\n\na remarkable collection of chairs clustered in hall, landings and odd\n\ncorners. Brought there by succeeding young matrons of the manse, they\n\nhad their day and as prosperity increased, or an urban flock called,\n\nwire discarded by the departing shepherd.\n\nMrs Sorleyson, the present mistress, had been the daughter of a\n\nprosperous Belfast merchant and had gathered round her husband and\n\nherself household goods unusual in a country manse. this affluence\n\nhad even added a lustre to the books in her husband\u2019s library. She\n\nwas a slight pretty woman, the hue of whose eyes, hair and skin was\n\na little too light, trembling on the edge of faded love. She had\n\nbrought to her marriage an unquestioning admiration and respect for\n\nher husband. If any doubts had arisen in her mind during those six\n\nyears of married life, she had attributed then to her own unworthiness\n\nrather than to any flaws in her husband\u2019s character. Unfortunately for\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"634"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna055","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna055","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Husband, Macabre","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna055","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/Hanna055_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"50\n\nEdwin Sorleyson\u2019s peace of mind, he was only too well aware of his\n\nselfishness, his boredom with hi3 life, his inability to return his\n\nwife\u2019s affection. He had honestly tried in the first years of their\n\nlife together to be a loving husband, and it was with both a knowledge\n\nof failure and a sense of relief that he watched their relationship\n\nchange to that of strangers, bound for a lifelong duress to stifle\n\nthe fruitless blaze of anger, and perform all the little acts that\n\nconvention expected.\n\nSorleyson was a creature of habit and he went into hisstudy\n\nevery Thursday afternoon to refurbish his sermons. He took down one\n\nof his favourite poets, Pollok,or Heber or James Montgomery, and began\n\nto road, pausing only to make notes. Then his pencil fell, his notes\n\nwere forgotten and he slipped the volume forward on the table and leant\n\nback with a lover\u2019s smile on his lips. At this point he sighed, lifted\n\nhis pencil, adjusted his spectacles and set himself again at his \n\nmacabre task. On the following Sabbath evening the congregation of \n\nRavara would be edified by a discourse liberally sprinkled with \n\nquotations from the lesser nineteenth-century poets, or listen again \n\nwith drowsy loyalty to \"God, nature and Hobble Burns.\"\n\nHe was seated at his study table when the sound of a springcart\n\npassing on the road below made him glance out of the winnow. He saw\n\nthe figures of old Mrs Gomartin and Hamilton Echlin nod along above the\n\nlevel of the hedge. His interest in the Rathard household still being\n\nactive he rose and looked down at the departing cart. In the back of it\n\nhe saw various bundles and baskets and after deciding that they were on\n\ntheir way to market glanced idly around the sombre countryside before\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"635"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna056","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna056","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cottage, Belongings","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna056","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/Hanna056_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"51\n\nagain sitting down to work* it was not until they ware seated at their\n\nevening meal that he turned to his wife \u201cDo you know of any markets on\n\nThursday, in this part of the world, Victoria?\"\n\nThe woman seated across from him shook her head. \"No, not on Thursday,\n\ndear. Why do you ask?\"\n\n\"Nothing\" he said. \"It\u2019s of no significance. ' And he forgot the matter,\n\nMeanwhile Martha and Hamilton Jogged on in silence until they reached\n\nthe old woman's cottage.Dismounting, Martha crossed to the door where\n\naha kicked away the drift of leaves that had blown into the doorway. he\n\ntook a large iron key from under her shawl and turned it with a grating\n\nnoise in the lock. As she lifted the shutter from the little sunken\n\nwindow, Hamilton looked morosely r uni the little room before turning\n\naway to bring in her belongings. The last article to be brought In, a\n\nlidded basket with a sally-rod through its wicker hoops, he laid on the\n\ntable. He was on his knees breaking twigs and placing them in the hearth\n\nwhen Martha came up again from the bedroom. ..lie had taken off her boots\n\nand her bare feet slapped on the polished earth floor. She was about to\n\nspeak when she saw the unfamiliar basket on the table. Opening it, she\n\ndrew out a dressed chicken and a cake. \u201cWho put this in?\" she demanded,\n\nturning to Hamilton who lay with his cheek to the floor nursing the fire\n\nwith his breath. He stood up and rubbed his eyes. \u201cSarah\" he replied,\n\n\"I saw her putting it in.\"\n\nThe old woman slammed the lid down angrily. \u201cI didna bring it - ye\n\nmay take it back.\u201d Hamilton rubbed his chin slowly, gazing round the\n\nbare little cabin.   \u201cMartha' he said \"don't be harsh on the girl.She's\n\ngey sad at ye leaving. Look,\" he raised his boot over the pulsing heart\n\nof fire \u201clet me put it out an\u2019we\u2019ll go back.\u201d   She followed his glance\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"636"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna057","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna057","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Martha, Cottage","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna057","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/Hanna057_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"52\n\nand shivered. Hamilton\u2019s face lit up with a slow unfamiliar smile. She\n\nturned her eyes away and pulled the cowl of her shawl over her face. The\n\nyoung farmer\u2019s boot clumped down on the floor and he walked slowly\n\ntowards the door. \"Is there ocht else ye want before I go? Water?\n\nKindling?\"\n\n'\"Thank ye kindly, Hamilton. All\u2019s in now.\"\n\nHe turned again at the door. \"I\u2019ll come over tae see ye, maybe?\"\n\nMartha hastened forward both hands outstretched, her face glowing\n\nwith affection. \"You\u2019ll aye be welcome.\" She caught his hand between\n\nher thin hard palms.\n\nHamilton clambered up into the cart and wheeled the horse to the\n\nroad. \"Goodnight tae ye, Martha\" he said. The old woman was an indistinct\n\nfigure in the gloom of the cottage. The flesh of her head and her hands\n\nand her feet shone palely in the glow of the fire.\n\nAt the top of the hill he checked the horse and looked back at the\n\ncottage. The light suddenly grew stronger in the window, Martha had lit\n\nher lamp.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"637"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna058","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna058","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Agnes, Cousin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna058","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/Hanna058_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"53\n\nChapter Ten\n\nEncouraged by Agnes\u2019s advice Pentland overcame his doubts and\n\nwent back to Rathard a few evenings later. He went determined not to\n\nbe irritated by Frank, repeating to himself, as he climbed the loanen,\n\nAgnes's saying about the honey and the sting. But he was perplexed to\n\nfind that his cousin\u2019s demeanour had changed. The tolerant scorn had\n\ngone from his voice and he gave Fergus a brief and sullen answer to his\n\ngreeting. Fergus was perplexed and yet, at first, a hope rose in him.\n\nPerhaps the issue had been joined between Frank and the girl and the\n\nverdict had gone in his favour, and against his cousin. But nothing in\n\nSarah\u2019s manner encouraged him in this hope. At every whispered word\n\nfrom Fergus she glanced fearfully across at rank before she responded.\n\nWhen the young man asked her to put away her work and com\u00ae out, as they\n\nalways did on dry evenings, she pleaded that the night air was ran and\n\ncold. Yet she did not seam to be afraid of Echlin. Her eyes were hard\n\nwhen she looked at him,as if challenging him. Perhaps, thought Pentland,\n\nand the hair bristled on his neck, perhaps he said he would thrash me if\n\nI came back. He leaned back out of the circle of lamplight the better\n\nto see his cousin. He gripped the seat of his chair. In a few seconds\n\nhis scalp itched with sweat as if he had been running under the sun, and\n\nhis eyes felt as if they were bursting. But Echlin sat brooding over\n\nthe fire, only moving his lips when he shot long slivers of spittle\n\ninto the flame, or lifted an eyebrow to gaze at the outline of Sarah\u2019s\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"638"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna059","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna059","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Pentland, Hamilton","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna059","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/Hanna059_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"54\n\nlegs in the firelight.\n\nThe girl stood up to lower the kettle on the crane, For the\n\nfirst time Pentland realised that Mrs Gomartin was absent. \"Is your\n\nmother reading?\" he asked, looking behind him into the shadows as if\n\nexpecting to see her seated there. Sarah, who had been lifting cups\n\noff the dresser, started at his question. \"My mother?\" she repeated,\n\nand then after the faintest hesitation; \"Did yo not know? She went back\n\nt'Banyil last week.\"\n\nAh.\" There was such a note of comprehension in Pentland's voice\n\nthat Echlin rained his head sharply, and Sarah paused, her hand on a\n\ncup on the dresser. Pentland's eyes moved unseeingly over the objects\n\non the mantelpiece. On his mouth was a bitter triumphant smile. He\n\nrose abruptly, buttoning his jacket. \u201cI\u2019ll go now' he said, without\n\nlooking at the girl. The kettle\u2019s near singing\u201d she said in a small\n\ndespairing voice.\n\nHis heart smote him and he looked at her. But even as he looked\n\nhe was smothered in hatred and a desire to hurt her. Without moving his\n\neye a hairsbreadth he could see Echlin seated at the fire. There they\n\nwere, both of then in the same vision, close together, waiting for him\n\nto go. And in her greed she wanted him too. In her insatiable childish\n\ngreed she wanted everybody. He, him and Hamilton, if she hasn\u2019t got him.\n\n\"1 don't think I'll wait\" he said, with as much malice and contempt in\n\nhis voice as he could summon. He saw her wince and her eyes darken.\n\nHe turned away to the door almost choking with Joy. God, if there was\n\nno end to the suffering he could make her go through: Then he became\n\ncunning. There was the faintest droop to his shoulders as he lifted\n\nthe latch. Goodnight\" he said without raising his head. He went\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"639"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna060","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna060","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Timbre","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna060","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/Hanna060_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"55\n\nout and drew the door after him. When he had rounded the rowan bushes,\n\nhe stepped silently like a cat, glancing back over his shoulder. He\n\nsaw the light from the open door and Sarah's figure in the bright gap.\n\nTo the man standing in the hedge she seemed to peer out for a moment\n\nand then the door closed softly and slowly. Pentland waited for a\n\nfew seconds then he hurried away without a backward glance.\n\nWhen Sarah closed the door she crossed the floor to the hearth.\n\nShe had been throwing the drains of the teapot across the close. She\n\nknelt down and brewed fresh tea. When it had bubbled a little at the\n\nhearthcheek she brought it over to the table. She drew up a chair and\n\nsat down. \u201cAre ye coming over now?\u201d she asked. Frank rose and dragged\n\nhis warm chair across. They were silent during the meal, several times\n\nhe-was about to speak but when he saw the soft brooding mouth the words\n\ndied in him. When she was finished the girl rose and poured fresh water\n\ninto the pot and placed it close to the fire. She turned to Frank. If\n\nthe tea's too long infused when Hamilton comes in, tell him he may make\n\nsome more for himself.\u201d Frank nodded. He knew that she did not want to\n\nsit alone with him tonight. He watched her as she stood covering tho\n\nbutter at the dresser. He trembled to steal up behind her and slip his\n\nhands round her, under her armpits. But the way she stood with her back\n\nto him, not looking round, warned him. Befor she left the kitchen she\n\nlet down her hair, combing it back with her fingers, and letting it fall\n\nloosely over her shoulders.\n\nWith the departure of Martha from Rathard the brothers and Sarah\n\nbecame secretive and restained and self-absorbed. To Sarah, who spent\n\nmost of her waking hours in the kitchen, the house seemed empty and\n\nresounding. When a timber croaked or a mouse stirred in the lower\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"640"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna061","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna061","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Illusion, Twilight","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna061","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/Hanna061_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"56\n\nrooms her heart raced and she lifted her face, listening. The sense\n\nof emptiness rushed in on her and she would have to go out into the dose\n\nand listen to the muted drumming from the barn where Hamilton seed\n\npotatoes. Nor did the presence of Hamilton and Yank in the house\n\nsooth her. The tiled floor that had sounded all day to the tap and\n\nshuffle of her mother\u2019s feet now clashed harshly under the feet of the\n\nmen.\n\nThe absence of Martha brought back with acute poignancy the death\n\nof Andrew. Although all three of them felt this in varying degrees, the\n\nfeeling of restraint prevented then from talking about it to each other.\n\nThe older woman had absorbed into herself, silently and unobtrusively,\n\nthe void and bitter longing left by Echlin\u2019s death. The illusion of\n\nyouth seemed nurtured and prolonged by the presence of familiar old age.\n\nBut now Martha was gone and there was no-one to stand bet we an them and\n\nthe passing days. Sometimes, as the three of the l sat at their evening\n\nmeal, safe inside the circle of lam]light with the night pressing against\n\nthe window, the keening of a dog across the fields ior.de the familiar place\n\nstrange and hostile to Sarah, and they seemed lifted up in the hollow of\n\nthe ancient rath, adrift without guidance on a dark and desolate sea.\n\nThey wore now passing through the short glimmering days of the year,\n\ndays of drenched storm riven twilight. very day from horizon to horizon\n\nthe sky was filled with matted clouds creeping to the east. At noon for\n\nan hour, an unearthly pearly light fell on the walls and fields, a light\n\nthat pressed on the head and hurt the brain, and those who had t be out\n\nat that time did so with averted heads, hurrying quickly from doorway to\n\ndoorway. Then the baffled sun drew away and the countryside slid back\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"641"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna062","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna062","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fluttering, Latch","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna062","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/Hanna062_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"57\n\nagain Into dripping icy darkness.\n\nThere was little that the men could do in this weather, so they\n\nstayed indoors and sat about in Sarah\u2019s road. Hamilton nursed the fire\n\nin his lap, as Sarah said crossly, whittling eternally with his knife.\n\nHe cut teeth for the new-fangled horse rake and then he made a butter-\n\nprint for the girl, e cow in relief on a shamrock. She scoffed at the\n\ncrude figures, but he was content for he saw that she was pleased. Frank\n\nlay sacking ell day, turning the yellowed leaves of a natural history\n\nbook. Sometimes he threw himself fully clothed on his bed, and Sarah\n\nfound rinds of mud on the blankets. ..hen she scolded him he threw the\n\nbook away, fluttering and shedding leaves, and went outside. He came\n\nback in a few minutes and lounged about in a hangdog way. \"I\u2019m going\n\ndown tae Sampson's - is there anything ye want?\" he asked at last.\n\nSarah lifted the paraffin jar and shook it. There is\" she answered,\n\nthrusting it Into his hand. \"And ask Agnes tae get me half-a-dozen\n\ncandles and a loaf o\u2019 baker\u2019s bread from Skillen\u2019s shop.\" He put on his\n\nhat and drew a sack over his shoulders and went out.\n\nThey were seated at their evening meal when he came back. Sarah\n\nrose when she heard his feet on the close, and lifting his plate from the\n\nhearth, blew the embers from the rim with her breath. They heard him\n\nfumbling at the latch, and then he came in with a little rush, regaining\n\nhis balance, he stared at them foolishly for a moment, blinking his eyes\n\nin the light. He lurched again as he set t! oil-jar in the corner.\n\nSkimming his sodden hat across the room where it left a mark on the\n\ncrocus\u2014yellow wall, he crossed over to the table a id sat down. His\n\nlips were wet and quivering, and his hair, darkened with the rain,\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"642"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna063","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna063","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Whiskey, Brother","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna063","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/Hanna063_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"58\n\ntumbled on his brow so that Sarah\u2019s heart suddenly yearned to him.\n\n\u201cFetch us down a couple o' glasses, Sarah\u201d he shouted and drew a\n\nhalf-pint of whiskey from his pocket. He set the bottle down with\n\na thump among the tea-things and little trills of laughter ran through\n\nhim as he peered at the bright amber liquor. Then he raised it between\n\nhis eyes end the lamp. Shaken thus, the liquid released whorls of\n\nlight that rose slowly up the bottle melting and reforming again in\n\nspirals and flecks of golden fire. The light penetrating the liquid\n\ncast an aureate glow on the drunken face held close to the bottle.\n\nHe sucked a great breath into his mouth. \"God, but its a wonderful\n\nlovely thing\u201d he said. The sober awe in his voice startled and\n\nshocked Sarah. \"Ye drunken crature\" she cried \"did ye ask Agnes tae\n\nget the groceries?\" He stared at her dumb and outraged, then waved her\n\nimpatiently aside. He turned to his brother. Hami, will ye have a\n\nwee drop?\" There was a pleading note in his voice. Hamilton shook\n\nhis head without looking up. \u201cNoan for me\u201d he mumbled.\n\nThe young man stared angrily at the other two bent over their\n\nplates. The cork squealed as he drew it from the bottle. Still they\n\ndid not look up. He tilted the bottle over his cup and looked at them\n\nagain. Their heads were low over their plates and their lips were\n\nscarcely moving. To his drunken mind they seemed to be saying grace.\n\nHe drove the cork back again with his fist and set it down with a crash\n\non the dresser. His actions were wanton, violent; he wanted the others\n\nto look up and speak to him. The meal finished in silence and towards\n\nthe end of it Hamilton stole a glance at his brother. His face was\n\nsober and sullenly turned away. He looked at the bottle on the dresser.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"643"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna064","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna064","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Superstitious, Impulsive","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna064","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/Hanna064_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"59\n\nThe golden liquor glowed like an idol. He was uneasy and perplexed.\n\nIt was the first time that strong drink had ever been in Rathard.\n\nThe whiskey bottle sat on the dresser for some days and Sarah\n\nlifted it to dust under it each day. Then by that inexplicable\n\nprocess that activates household articles it was moved to the window\n\nledge behind the bowl of shamrock. After a time it was carried down\n\nto the parlour and at last it came to rest, still untouched, in the\n\ndarkest corner of the camphor-scented press in the sideboard.\n\nThe relationship between Sarah and the youngeer brother changed,\n\nimperceptibly but vitally during those few days. They still came\n\ntogether in furtive moments when Hamilton was about his work or when\n\nhe had gone out in the evenings. But Frank sensed the growing\n\nantagonism in the girl. There was nothing said between them, but\n\nSarah felt a great need to retract and be free again. The wave of\n\nfrustration and rebellion that had torn her from her early cautious\n\nway of going had carried her out too far. How she wanted to find\n\nher feet again and weigh her chances for her own future advantage.\n\nAnd she felt, always resent, an overhanging guilt at the separation\n\nfrom her mother. She had a deep superstitious fear that she was\n\ncasting off too many ties and that she would be punished. She\n\nthought calmly on the matter. In the first days of nor liason with\n\nFrank they had been recklessly impulsive; how reckless, she shivered\n\nin recalling. As she lay in bed at night, sleepless, she could scarcely\n\nbelieve that her mother or Hamilton could have failed to see what\n\nwas going on. Frank with his crude passionate gestures outraged\n\nher, until he touched her again; And she, self-centred and independent,\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"644"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna065","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna065","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Prodigal, Charlie","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna065","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/Hanna065_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"so\n\nhad tasted him coolly before the others, never betraying herself.\n\nShe remembered, with a wry smile, how furious she had been when he\n\nmimicked her one evening, as she lay spent and warm in his arms.\n\nNow her unmerited chance must have recognition. She retracted and\n\ndrew away from Frank a little, watching Hamilton all the time.\n\nThe weather released them. Sarah opened the door one morning\n\nto find' the world bathed in cold vibrating light. The snared raindrops\n\nquivered like jewels on the thatch; a prodigal starling, trembling\n\nwith ecstasy on the stable ridge, mimicked the son; learnt last spring\n\nfrom a merle in the apple-trees. Looking out on such a morning, with\n\nthe birdsong in her ears, the girl felt a great cloud lifting from her\n\nheart. Hamilton came down into the kitchen behind her. He put his\n\nhead out over her shoulder and sniffed, turning his sleep-heavy eyes\n\nup to the washed lofty sky. \"Isn't it fine to see it!\" she cried,\n\nsmiling at his dark unshaven face. You\u2019ll get a bit o' ploughing\n\ndone afore Christmas.\n\nIt's like Royal Charlie. But better late nor never, ' he\n\nanswered going back to the fire. When he had beaten his socks\n\nagainst the hearth-cheek and put them on, he said; Make me up a\n\npiece for the fields.\"\n\nAs they sat at breakfast Hamilton turned to Frank. There's a\n\nwheen potatoes not seeded yet. Ye may finish them, for I\u2019ll be\n\nplughing while the weather holds.\"\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve tae bring the mare up frae Burkes, but I\u2019ll dash them\n\noff after that answered Frank. He spoke with zest, smiling at\n\nHamilton and Sarah. When they had finished Sarah washed the dishes.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"645"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna066","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna066","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Plough, Brittle","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna066","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/Hanna066_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"61\n\nShe could hear Irani: whistling to the starling, and Hamilton stamping\n\namiably at tho hearth as he thrust his feet into his boots, the rain\n\nhad gone and the sun was shining on the fields. Te farm-houses and\n\nthe little roads of their neighbours could be seen again, the three of\n\nthem were happy and looked into each other\u2019ll ayes when they spoke.\n\nHamilton ploughed in the field running down to the road, i\u2019he earth\n\nlaid bare would be cleansed by the winter's frost. As his day's work\n\nwent forward, the light-heartedness of the morning left him. He was\n\nperplexed and brooding again as he bent to the plough. At last the light\n\nbegan to go and he pulled the plough into the side. As he shaved the\n\ndry soil from his hands he spoke aloud to the horse. \"Damn-4t-skin, what\n\naffair is it o' mine if she marries him?\" the animal turned it3 head\n\nin mild wonder. He caught the horse by the mane and mounted. At the\n\nhead of the field he turned to look down on his day's work, the furrows\n\ngleamed in the brittle evening light like fresh-combed hair.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"646"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna067","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna067","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Grocery, Defensive","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna067","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/Hanna067_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"62\n\nChapter Eleven\n\nThe roads had been deserted except by a few hard-pressed\n\ntravellers, but now that the weather had hardened the countryfolk\n\nappeared in ones and twos on errands to which the storm had given\n\na little urgency; some to the shoemaker, the smithy, the thatcher\n\nor Skillen's grocery shop. Among them appeared Mr Sorleyson, eager\n\nto finish his visiting-round before Christmas. He came up to Rathard\n\none afternoon. Sarah, who was busying herself at the fireside with\n\nmeal for the fowl, heard his tap et the open door and bade him come\n\nin. He approached her holding out his hand and then he looked at\n\nhers, all meal-daubed, and smiled, Sarah laughed and brushed the\n\nhair from ho eyes with the back of her band, \u2019'we\u2019re in a right\n\npickle here,-' she said, cleaning her ham on her apron and pulling\n\nforward a chair.\n\n\u201cWell, 1 know better then to interrupt said Mr Sorleyson as\n\nhe sat down. Tell me, is Hamilton in?\u201d \u2019No, answered. Sarah stepping\n\na shade too quickly to the door. \"But I'll call him.\"\n\nThe minister raised his hand to stop her. To tell the truth,\n\nSarah, its yourself 1 want to speak to.\"\n\n\"Oh?\u201d The sound was no more than an audible breath laden with\n\nmisgiving. She did not come back to the fire again but stood as if\n\nready to fly. There was silence between them. She, standing there,\n\npoised, her eyes on the defensive; Sorleyson, his head, sunk, turning\n\nhis shallow black hat slowly on his fingers. He sensed in her attitude\n\na need for care in his words.. He wondered, not for the first time, why\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"647"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna068","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna068","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Mother, Cottage","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna068","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/Hanna068_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"63\n\nthis country girl demanded from him such a pondering and weighing of\n\nwords. with a bland, slightly unreal smile he looked at her. \"Can\n\nyou spare me a moment? \u00bb, ill you sit down, please?\"\n\nShe turned a chair slowly out from under the table and sat down\n\non the edge of it. The reassuring smile deepened a trifle on Mr.\n\nSorlsyson\u2019s face. He nodded his head gently, hung his hat on his knee,\n\nand placed the tips of his fingers together. ''I believe your mother\n\nhas left Rathard. Is that so?\" and he nodded again, so winningly, as\n\nif ail he sought was kindly confidence.\n\nBut all this, far from calming the girl, made her more hostile\n\nand fearful. She nodded stiffly in reply, \"She is,\" she said.\n\n\"Does she intend to stay away for long?\" queried Mr Sorleyson\n\nleaning forward, his fingers outstretched on the crown of his hat.\n\n\"She's gone for good. Did she send ye here?\"\n\n\"No, no' said Mr Sorleyson hastily. \"No: Mr Burke told me that\n\nyour mother had occupied his cottage again. I was surprised to hear\n\nthat she\u2019d gone back alone,\" he added looking at Sarah closely.\n\n\"What\u2019s surprising about that?\" She demanded, \"Isn\u2019t it her own\n\nhome?\"\n\n\"And yours?\"\n\n\"And mine too, if ye want to know, Mr Sorleyson. But poor folk\n\nhave tae work - and the breaking up of poor folks\u2019 homes is a small\n\nmatter.\" What\u2019s a lie at this time and day, thought Sarah.\n\nBut it seemed to have convinced Mr Sorleyson. \"Well, I see by\n\nyour remarks that you accept the responsibility of your mother. I\u2019m\n\nsure she\u2019ll come to no want.\"\n\n\"Of course she\u2019ll come to no want!\u201d said the girl sharply.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"648"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna069","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna069","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Organisation, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna069","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/Hanna069_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"64\n\nThe minister stood up, \"Dont misunderstand me, Sarah. Your\n\nmother is an old member of the congregration, and it was only to satisfy\n\nmyself that she was being well looked after that I came up here.\u201d\n\nSarah was rather taken aback. So that\u2019s what they think of me\n\nalready, she thought, \u201c\u2019Thank ye for calling, Mr Sorleyson. Therenow,\n\nI never offered ye a cup o' tea!\u201d\n\n\"It\u2019s no matter\" he answered, \"I\u2019ve other calls to make before\n\ndark,\" He turned to her before he left the house. You'll give my\n\nregards to Hamilton and Frank?\"\n\n\u201cI will Indeed, Are ye sure ye wouldn\u2019t like me to call them?\"\n\n\u201cNo, please dont trouble hem, I must go now, before dark,\" He\n\nshook hands with her and left the farm.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"649"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna070","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna070","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Loitered, Puddles","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna070","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/Hanna070_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"65\n\nChapter Twelve\n\nShe did not go down to her mother\u2019s house on the next day nor the\nnext. But on the third morning after Sorleyson\u2019s visit, immediately after\nbreakfast, she tidied herself and made ready to go. She was alnoe in the\nhouse; Frank had left early to go down to Purdie\u2019s farm, and as it was\nFriday, market-day, Hamilton was preparing to go into Belfast. hen\nhe came into the kitchen he noticed that she had her outdoor dress on.\n\"I\u2019m going down to my mother's,'' she explained, pinning up her hair at\nthe little mirror.\n\n\"H'm\" he said and loitered about for a while before he went out.\n\nHe was back again before she was finished. I\u2019ll be passing ^our mother\u2019s\nhouse in a while, * he said in a strange hurried way. \"sould ye like tac\ncome on into Belfast wi' me?\"\n\nThe girl's eyes lit up. \u2019Yes - yes, I would like that fine.\u201d Then\nher mouth dropped. \"But, oh no, there\u2019s the fowl and Frank\u2019s dinner.\"\nHamilton waved his hand. \u201cNever mind that. Frank\u2019ll be staying on at\nPurdie's for a while end Petie Sampson can come up tae the fowl. '\n\"D\u2019ye think it\u2019ll be all right, then?\" Hamilton nodded and she\nsmiled at him, pleased and strangely shy.\n\nIt was still early morning when she set out for her mother\u2019s house\nbut the ice on the puddles was already starred by early market-carts. On\nher left hand the sun drove up a herd of coral-red clouds and drab little\nwinter birds fled from the horse-droppings as she approached.\nThe kitchen of her old home was empty when she reached it, but the\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"650"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna071","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna071","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cheek, Gifts","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna071","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/Hanna071_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"66\n\nfloor was swept and the fire newly-made, little pouts of smoke rising\nbetween the turves. It was all as she had left it. the small window\nsunk in the wall, the warped glass of which made the briar stem outside\nnow thin as a rush now swollen as a bough, The scrubbed table still\nstood there, scooped out by the hundreds of ear them ware dishes it\nhad borne. The spotted dogs on the mantelshelf still stared disdainfully\noyer her head. The earth floor glowed warmly as a flame lapped up.\n\nHer mother stood on the threshold of the loner room. Martha\nfelt a thrill of triumph run through her as she saw her daughter stand\nuncertainly between the doorway and the fire. Jut the mother was old,\nfull of painfully-gazed wisdom and the scrupulous regard for the dignity\nof others inherent in her race. ;he came across with her little tripping\nstep and laying her hands on her daughter\u2019s shoulders, pressed her lips\nto the girl's wind-cool cheek. Sarah felt the dried lips quiver as they\ntouched her, and the doubt that had held her rigid and watchful melted\naway in the embrace. She clasped the other woman in her arms and they\nstood locked in bliss, mother and daughter once more.\n\nThe fire was broken up, the kettle lowered and tea brewed. They\nsat one on each side of the hearth, with their cups in their hands,\ntalking. They talked about the hard winter, and how Martha's turf\nstock was going down, and the bog in winter flood. Sarah described how\nher boiling of winter apples had jellied. \u201cLook\u201d she said, and taking\na pot from the basket she had brought held it out to her mother. It was\na delicate moment, the first interchange of gifts. Martha accepted it\ncritically, held it against the light, shook it, praised its colour and\nfirmness. Then she rose and lifted the lid of the earthenware crock\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"651"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna072","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna072","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Note, Whip","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna072","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/Hanna072_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"67\n\non the dresser. She cane back with an oatmeal pudding in her hands.\n\n\"Oh!\u201d cried Sarah, her face alight with surprise and pleasure, where\nin the world did ye get the pig\u2019s bag at this time o\u2019 the year?\"\n\n\u201dThe Burkes slaughtered one on Monday,\u201d replied Martha in an\noff-hand way, but it was easy to see that she was gratified.\n\n\"Look - there is money. It\u2019s part o\u2019 my wages\" said Sarah abruptly,\nlaying some silver wrapped in a one-pound note in her mother\u2019s lap. Mrs\nGomartin raised her hands away from the money, looked at it and then at\nher daughter. Then, after a moment, she took it between her finger and\nthumb and pushed it on to the mantelboard. Sarah was satisfied.\n\nThey pulled their chairs closer to the fire and drank more tea.\n\nBut when Martha heard wheels on the road she said, \"There, that might be\nHamilton now. Go and see who it is, and as Sarah looked out her mother\nstood close behind her so that the passers-by could see them together.\n\nOnce it was Mr Burke\u2019s housekeeper and Martha was so pleased and called\nout \"good-morning\" so brightly and loudly, that the hard-faced woman in\nthe trap looked back in surprise. After that Sarah went back to the fire\nand sat down.\n\nThen they heard the prance and clatter of a horse, and hamilton\u2019s\nvoice. The shadow of his cart fell on the door and darkened the little\nkitchen,\n\nSarah rose and pulled on her coat hurriedly. I\u2019ll not keep him\nwaiting,\" she said and went out. Hamilton got down and helped her on\nto the seat. He tucked the rug around her feet before he got up himself,\n\"If the frost\u2019s no too hard we may be back this way home,\" he called to\nMartha. He rattled the whip in its cup and the cart moved off up the hill\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"652"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna073","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna073","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Spring, Turkeys","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna073","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/Hanna073_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"68\n\nto the main road.\n\nIt was pleasant, thought Sarah, to sit up here beside Hamilton, a\nstrong farmer going to market. Pleasant to watch the rhythmic plunge of\nthe glossy haunches before her and listen to the subdued dash of the\nharness. There was a richness in the twinkling of the grassgreen\nspokes and glittering hubs against the sullen hedges. There seemed even\nto be a richness in the soft yeilding of the springs to the road.\n\nAnd she had made peace with her mother. Her heart quickened as\nshe remembered the touch of those withered lips on her cheek. Ah, it\nwarmed the heart to know that she could go to her mother again with her\ntroubles. A shadow stirred deep down in her soul at the thought and she\nturned resolutely to the present. Slowly, like a late Spring in her life\nher desires were building to fullfilment. A hearth, a home to preside\nover, the daily life of cattle and fowl in her hands, the desires of\nher own body - she winced and turned away again from that impalpable\nshadow that hung in the depths of her mind.\n\nThey passed heavy orange-coloured carts, lurching and clanging,\nbut Hamilton and she rushed swiftly past, swaying gently in their seats.\nThey overtook the children going to school and Sarah laughed when they\nraced the cart, peep-peeping at the turkeys that craned their naked\nridiculous heads from the basket under the seat, she laughed again\nwhen the children fell behind and threw themselves with smoking breath\non the roadside banks. Hamilton smiled at her pleasure, his eyes\nwatchful on the road, the reins moving in his strong alert hands.\n\nThe horse\u2019s stride lengthened on the thawing road and soon they\nwere passing through the little clachan of Moneyrea, and the haze of\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"653"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna074","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna074","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"City, Poultry","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna074","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/Hanna074_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"69\n\nBelfast rose before them, above the tree tops. They wound care fully\ndown the lone: hill into the city, the people on tho road became more\nnumerous, and the hedges t.ave \u00abay to the heavy grey walls of an estate.\nThen came a row of whitewashed cottages, once the village of Castlereadh\nbut now chained to the city by row upon row of redbrick houses. Hamilton\nreined the horse down to walking pace as they joined the long jolting'\ncavalcade of carts arriving in from the townlands lying to the south and\neast. Towering among them the horse-trams lurched slowly towards the\ncity centre,\n\nHamilton, unlikely the majority of his fellow-farmers, sold his\nbutter, eggs, fowl and garden crops direct to a grocer situated near the\nmarket district. In return he bought nails, paraffin and whatever house-\nhold goods were required in Rathard. In the old days his father had come\nwith a list in his vest pocket, but now he had Sarah to help him, he\nbought cheese and rice and currants and raisins and barley, and a side of\ndried ling for their own needs. She asked for a feeding bucket and a\nscore of coloured leg-rings for the spring poultry. \u201cI couldna have\ncarried a better list to market,\" said Hamilton as she passed from counter\nto counter. She laughed and coloured a little. She watched him as he\nmade his purchases for the outdoor life of Rathard. He was taller and\nbulkier in his homespun clothes than the people around him, and as he\nlifted, talked and moved about he seemed to overshadow the dark crowded\nshop. All their purchases made, Hamilton arranged to call for them on\nthe way home and Sarah and he went out to the cart, here was a warm pride\nand pleasure towards each other as they mounted again and drove further\ninto the heart of the city.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"654"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna075","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna075","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Children, Cromac","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna075","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/Hanna075_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"70\n\nAlthough living only twenty miles from Belfast, Sarah had never\nbeen in the city before. Now she sat high in the cart, turning her head\nfrom side aa she watched the teeming crowds of oilstained men crossing\nthe road, some under the horse\u2019s very nose, and some waiting impatiently\nuntil the traffic slackened.    \n\n\u201cWhere would they be coming from?\" she asked, her eyes wide with\nsurprise, \"They\u2019re shipyard workers, Hamilton explained, pointing with\nhis whip to where a mass of slendar gantries like a piece of jagged lace\nstood at the bottom of a hill with a sliver of grey water at their feet,\n\"and this is their dinner-hour.\"\n\nShe stared in wonder at a woman who shot out of a low doorway, like\na cork out of a bottle, with a rabble of laughing dirty children tumbling\nbehind her onto the pavement. A man in a tweed cap stood in the door-\nway shouting and shaking his fist. the woman passed close to the cart\nSarah saw that she was weeping.\n\nThey passed over the bridges leading into the town and Hamilton\nleft the horse and cart in Cromac Square. He led Sarah to the variety\nmarket where old women, surrounded by piles of bedsteads, clothes,\npictures, boxes of fruit and tottering columns of books, paused only in\ntheir monotonous cries to blow on their numbed fingers. Sarah bought a\nlustre Jug and a worn paisley shawl for her mother. When Hamilton saw\nher eyeing two highly glazed and warty figures of a highland girl and\nher lover on whose delph plaid a tartan was daubed, he fished with finger\nand thumb in the slit pocket close to his waistband.\n\nThey carried their purchases back to the square and laid the figures,\nwrapped in straw, at the bottom of the cart. When Hamilton had shaken up\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"655"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna076","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna076","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Reflection, Traffic","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna076","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/Hanna076_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"71\n\nthe horse\u2019s nosebag they went to a little eating-house close to the\nmarkets. The warm steaming air of the place was filled with the noise\nof voices and the clatter of knives and forks. The heat of the food and\nthe rank smoke of their husbands\u2019 pipes had brought a dew on the faces of\nthe women, as they sat with their dresses open at the neck, and their\nthick flushed wrists, toiling away at their plates.\n\nAfter the meal Hamilton had to fetch some harrow teeth from an\nimplement shop. Sarah walked slowly round the square, pausing now and\nthen to glance into the low shop windows. Tiring of this she stopped to\nlook at the hurrying people. A man who had been approaching her slackened\nhis pace as he neared her, and catching her eye, winked broadly. The girl\nstarted in surprise and confusion. Turning, she started to walk rapidly\naway, but as she passed through the crowds she became aware of bold\nfriendly glances from the men. Gradually a feeling of pleasure came over\nher. She paused to look at her reflection in a shopwindow and the innate\npeasant appreciation of harmonious colour and line in living things was\nsatisfied. The hat of brown velvet enriched her smooth ripe hair. Her\nreadymade coat failed to muffle the lines of her strong shapely body, her\neyes darkened with pride. Amongst the city women, with their strained\nhurrying faces and their arms torn down with baskets, she moved with ease,\nher movements a promise of warmth and desire. Three young shipyard workers,\nwalking arm-in-arm, smiled at her, their teeth shining in their oil-\nsmudged faces. She turned her head away, her lips quivering with pleasure.\n\nSuddenly she realised that she had been away from the cart for a\nlong time. Hurrying fearfully through the traffic she crossed the square\nand found the cart still there, untended. Hamilton arrived a few minutes\nlater and dropped a small sack with a chinking thud into the cart. They\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"656"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna077","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna077","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Parents, Cart","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna077","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/Hanna077_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"72\n\nclimbed up and Hamilton rounded the horse\u2019s head into the homeward traffic.\n\nSarah, gazing down from her high seat thought the people strange and\nhostile again, The shawled women hurried by unseeing, the men whistled\nand stamped their feet impatiently, waiting a chance to duck under the\nhorse\u2019s head or swing through by the tailboard. When they looked up their\nglance was curt, indifferent, like men who had tired of the sight of\nhuman faces. The holiday was over. She shivered and wound her hands in\nthe rug, longing for home.\n\nTheir cart was one in a long procession of carts, moving back through\nthe dusk of the winter evening towards the townlands. They overtook great\ncountry carts laden to the brim with bags of feeding meal on which the\ndriver lay, and perhaps one or two others, smoking and singing. On the\n\nquiet verge of the road tramped men and women carrying baskets of city\npurchases. At the loanen-heads, sleepy numb little children, silenced\nby the cold and stars, were gathered under greatcoats in clusters of two\nor three, waiting for the return of their parents. Then the thin gold n\ncries ringing over quiet fields as a cart lantern halted on the road and\nthe great tufted horse set his feet carefully on-the loanen. The youngest\nchild was hauled up by his braces and crouched, shuddering with joy, under\nthe warmth of his father\u2019s jacket.\n\nHamilton\u2019s light cart bowled on through the cold green twilight,\novertaking carts and people on foot. He drew up outside Ardpatrick and\nlighted his lamp. A man whom he had just passed came running out of the\ndusk, calling on his name. \"I thought I saw ye going past, he said,\nleaning breathlessly against the wheel. He carried a large hamper on\nhis arm. Echlin, dazzled by the candleflame, peered down into the stranger\u2019s\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"657"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna078","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna078","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Belfast, Saint Peter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna078","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/Hanna078_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"73\n\nface. His breath smelt of whiskey. \"It\u2019s me,\u201d he said, stepping out into\nthe light. Hamilton\u2019s face lit up. \u2019eh, is it you, Shuey?. Sarah,\" he said,\n'ye know Shuey Carspindle of Lusky woods?\" The man ducked and touched his\nforehead. I hope you\u2019re well, ma\u2019am,\" he said. Get up, Shuey,\u201d continued\nHamilton, lifting the man\u2019s basket into the cart. I\u2019ll leave ye down at\nyour loanen.\u201d The man hesitated; then, \"I\u2019m much obliged t\u2019ye\u201d he replied,\nand climbed up by the wheelhub and sat down on the floor of the cart behind\nthem.\n\n\"And had ye a brave' day at Belfast, ma\u2019am? he enquired when he had\nfound his basket again.\n\n\"I had indeed,\u201d answered Sarah, \u201dand had you, Mr Carspindle?\"\n\nThe man behind then smacked his lips. Fair enough, ma'am, fair\nenough. But going to Belfast is no newance to me. Sure I\u2019ve been going\nto Belfast market ever since I was the height av two peats. I went first\nwi\u2019 my da, God rest him, five and forty years ago. My da was a very wicked\nwee man and told the daftest tales. Did ye take notice av all the church\nsteeples sticking up out av the town, ma\u2019am?\u201d he asked, prodding Sarah in\nthe ribs.\n\n\"I did that.\u201d    \u2022\n\n\u201cWell, the ould boy told me that God and St. Peter were travelling\nover Ireland on a cloud onct, and God dandered out to the edge and peeped\nover, \u2019Where would that be now, says God, pullin at his beard and looking\nby the way he was mystified. St. Peter takes a keek down. \u2019Oh-ho\u2019 says he,\nnot to be taken in, \u2019sure ye know rightly that\u2019s Belfast.' 'Is it now,\u201d\nsays God, \u2019so that\u2019s where there all coming from? By-my-name!* says he,\nwi\u2019 all them sharp points sticking up I thought it was a harrow, cowped\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"658"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna079","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna079","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Carspindle, Drink","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna079","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/Hanna079_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"74\n\non its back In the rain.\u2019 Ye see, ma'am?\" cried Carspindle, \"God was lettin\u2019\non he didn't know what the steeples wore;\" The girl nodded violently, and\nnow Hamilton ma laughing outright. \"Oh, he was the harey boy .for the\nstories, was my ould da,\" said Carspindle, relapsing back on the floor of\nthe cart.\n\nThey were passing through the single street of Ardpatrick. It was an\noasis of light in the dark countryside, through the flitting windows Sarah\ncould see the lamplight fall on old pictures, halters, clocks and the heads\nof men and women gathered round the supper tables. The last light in the\nstreet had a ruddy glow as if from the open door of a furnace. Carspindle\nplucked Hamilton's sleeve. \"I\u2019ll light down here for a while, Hami,\" he\nsaid. Sarah looked through the window from where the glow came and saw\na row of warm brown barrel-ends, grained and varnished, with a brass spigot\nin each. The head and shoulders of a ruddyfaced man could be seen; by his\nmovements he appeared to be mopping the bar-counter, and all the time he\nkept talkin' and nodding to same invisible audience.Carspindle passed\nwith one leg over the wing of the cart. \u201cWill ye oome in?\" he asked.\n\nHe lowered himself onto the ground and pulled his hamper after him. \u201cWill\nye\u2019 is a bad fellow, come on in and keep me company.\" There was no reply\nfrom the people in the cart. \"Came on in,\" the man continued wheedingly,\n\"I'll no detain ye a minute.\"\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s fair enough, said Hamilton suddenly, looking at Sarah.\nThe girl sat silent, not knowing what to do. She Had never been in a\npublic-house before. Since she was a child she had had the evils of drink\ndinned into her, she had seen the example of her father. Yet the-excitement\nof the city was on her, and Hamilton, whom she had expected to drive on\nwas waiting for her word. Carspindle, on the road, leered up at her.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"659"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna080","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna080","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Laboureres, Ascetic","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna080","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/Hanna080_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"75\n\n\"Come, ma\u2019am,\u201d he said, \"it\u2019s not often ye grace the market. Dont kill the\nday for a thimblefull o\u2019 fun.\" Sarah laughed and stretching down her hand\nto Carspindle, leapt lightly to the ground.\n\nWhen she entered the tavern she saw the men to whom the publican\nhad been speaking. They were three labourers, the first of the evening\u2019s\ncompany. They sat with their back to the wall on a long form, dressed in\ntheir evening best, with shaven faces, bright cloth caps and gleamiig brass\nstuds in the necks of their collarless twisttweed shirts.\n\nThe publican nodded familiarly to Carspindle and moving swiftly down,\nthe bar, threw open the door leading to the kitchen. Hamilton hesitated on\nthe threshold, \u201cMaybe its too much trouble - we aren\u2019t stopping over long,\nhe said.\n\nCarspindle caught him by the arm. \"damn-it-skin, he said in a low\nvoice ye cant have the lady sitting there!\u201d nodding to the bar and its\nthree interested occupants.\n\n\"Ah!\u201d said Hamilton, and plunged down the dark passage after the\npublican. The man ushered them into the empty kitchen and there Carspindle\ntook charge. In the light of the hanging-lamp Sarah saw her fellow-\ntraveller more closely. He was about sixty years of age, sturdily built,\nhis shoulders already bowed and his hands hanging down, knuckles out, on\nthe front of his thighs. He had no hat and his thin hair and naked scalp\nfilled the girl with pity and distaste. He wore a leather waistcoat and\nhad bundled himself into three threadbare overcoats of varying length and\ncolour. The knot of his woolen scarf, damp with drunken spittle and\ncondensed breath, had chafed his throat and now twisted behind his ear.\n\nSome Whiskey drinkers achieve a pale, almost ascetic appearance, but with\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"660"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna081","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna081","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Hamilton, Paddy","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna081","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/Hanna081_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"76\n\nCarspindle the irregular temples, the cheeks, the pouches below the eyes,\nthe nose itself and the moist and quivering chin were composed of little\nsacks of Reddish flesh, the whole held together in the shape of a face,\nas it were, by a web of fine dark veins radiating from the root of his\nnose. He snuffed the odours of the bar, swaying a little on his feet;\na vessel crammed and running over with folly, fecklessness and good-\nhumour.\n\nHamilton, who had caught the look of repugnance on Sarah's face,\nshuffled his feet uneasily. Maybe we\u2019d better wait outside for ye,\nShuey, The pony\u2019ll be getting restless.\" He made as if to step to the\ndoor, Carspindle woke out of his trance, \"Damn the fears av him!\u201d he\nsaid, jumping forward. He hurried to the wall and dragged out a chair,\n\"Here, ma\u2019am, sit down and rest your legs. Paddy!\u201d he shouted, turning\nhis head to the door, \"what\u2019s detaining ye?\" As he heard the feet of\nthe -publican in the passage he thrust his hand into his pocket and\nbrought it out with notes and coins peeping from the crevices of his\nfist. A florin slipped from his hand and ran tinkling across the tiles.\nThe man stood crouched under the lamp watching the coin until it wobbled\nand fell at the feet of Paddy as he came in. \"A good dog aye knows its\nown master,\" he said with a wry laugh as the publican lifted the coin.\n\u201cWhat\u2019ll the lady have, Hami?\" he asked, holding his finger and thumb\nsuggestively apart. Echlin looked in a helpless manner at 3arah a3 she\nsat at the fire.\n\n\"Port, maybe?\" he said.\n\nPaddy shook his head, \u201cNo port.\"\n\n\"There\u2019s only one drink for a night like this,\" declared Carspindle,\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"661"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna082","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna082","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Carspindle, Echlin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna082","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/Hanna082_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"77\n\n\"and bring it in a bottle and no in wee drops ye can snuff up your\nnose - and I\u2019ll have a pint o' porther.\u201d\n\nThe publican returned with a pint of porter, a bottle half full\nof whiskey and three whiskey glasses. Carspindle pushed Hamilton\u2019s\noutstretched hand away. \"It was me that ast ye in, wasn't it?\u201d He\npoured out whiskey for the others and handed it to them. As Sarah\nraised her glass to her lips she recoiled a little from the sweetly\npungent smell of the liquor. Her eyes met Carspindle\u2019s. \u201dIt\u2019s fine\nstuff, that, he said. She put the glass to her mouth and tilted it\nback, \"Aaah\u201d she eaid and shuddered, the level of the whiskey in\nthe bottle dropped steadily downward.\n\nCarspindle, with his funny bald head and his mouth drawn down as\nhe told his story ... he had never known such good company before.\n\nShe knew that she looked beautiful at this moment. Delicately she\ntouched her cheeks and upward curving lips. And oh! the movements of\nher hands. Like a swan or an osier beside the stream. She threw out\nher hand in a queenly way to the man opposite her. A glass shivered\non the floor. A sudden panic ran through her. She saw Hamilton\nsitting rigid in his chair. Carspindle\u2019s moist red face swooped down on\nher as he kicked the pieces under the table.\n\nWith a great effort she fixed her eyes precisely on the latch of\nthe door. The floor rose and fell beneath her feet as she went forward,\nher hand raised. Behind her, Hamilton scrambled up, pushing the table\nfrom him. Carspindle steadied the bottle and glared after his compan-\nions. He heard the snick of the latch, and a cold blast of air struck\nhim. Echiin ran out, clashing the door violently at his heels.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"662"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna083","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna083","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Horse, Village","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna083","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/Hanna083_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"78\n\n\"Damn ye for a bitch!\u201d Carspindle shouted, forcing the cork into the\nbottle and staggering upward.\n\nSarah ran blindly through the public saloon looking to neither\nright nor left. She saw the glow of the cart lamp at the gable of the\nhouse. The bitter cold of the night made her draw breath with a hiss,\nin the whitewashed wall across the street a man lay spreadeagled. \"D\u2019ye\nknow toe Three Curses av Ireland, ma\u2019am?\" he bellowed, \"Priests, Parsons\nan\u2019 Porther!\u2019 She reached the cart and fumbled at the step with her\nfoot. She found it and raised herself up, kneeling on the shaft, then\non the lip of the cart. With a sob she tumbled forward on the seat.\n\nThe heavy footsteps behind her stopped and she saw Hamilton climbing\nup by the wheel. He forced his way past her and sat down heavily.\n\n\"In the name of Cod, Sarah!\u201d he shouted angrily. She put her hands to\nher face and sobbed outright. The horse, feeling the reins tighten on\nhis mouth, stirred gladly and clicked his hooves on the stones. The\ndoor of the nubile-house flew open again and Carsplndle stood on the\nstep. Damn your souls - dont go off wi' my basket!\" he shouted running\ntowards them. The horse did not move and he ran heavily against the\nside of the cart. \"Hold him, Hami,\" he said, groping with his foot for\nthe spokes. \"I thought ye were away wi\u2019out me, he said In an apologetic\nvoice, worming himself down into the bags behind them.\n\nThe echo of the horse's feet grew and fell away as they passed the\nlast irregular walls of the village. Then hey were out in the silence\nagain, running swiftly through the fields, and the glean end sound of\ntheir passage was swallowed by the black hedges. The homing horse,\nfeeling a lax hand on the reins, opened his stride on the hard ringing\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"663"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna084","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna084","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chest, Trouble","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna084","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/Hanna084_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"79\n\nroad. His breath came back in coloured vapour around the lamp, and\nwhere the hedges stooped the light shot in swift arrows across the\nfields.\n\nSarah, crouching in her seat, nodded weakly to toe movements of\nthe cart. Her mouth was full of a sticky aromatic taste and she had a\nsensation like a hard fiery ball in her chest. At that moment she\nthought she knew the truth of her mother\u2019s words \u2018Like a leper smits\nyou with leprosy, a drunkard smits you with misery.\u201d She heard the\nsqueak of a cork behind her and after a pause   felt Carspindle push the\nbottle between her and Hamilton. She did not even trouble to look   down.\nbut she saw the glint of the bottle as Hamilton raised it to his mouth.\n\nThen there was the rasp of a match as the man    behind them lighted his\npipe, and in a low unsteady voice, to the drumming of Carspindle's\nbottle, Hamilton began to sing:\n\nI will gie ye fine beavers\nAnd a fine silken goon:\nI will gie ye smart petticoats\nFlounced tae the groon'\nI will gle ye fair jewels,\nand live but for thee,\nIf ye leave your ain true love\nAnd marry wi' me.\n\nCarspindle ceased his drumming and leaned over the side of the cart.\nAhead, a light gleamed frostily at the side of the road. Carspindle\nstraightened his muffler. \"Pull up, Hami boy, he said, \"I\u2019ll light down\nhere.\" The door of the cottage at which they had stopped opened a little\nand they saw a woman standing in the crevice of light, She held back a\nstruggling dog between her log and the door. \"Is that you, Shuey?\" she\ncalled in a thin plaintive voice. The dog wriggled past her and shot out,\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"664"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna085","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna085","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bottle, Frost","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna085","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/Hanna085_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"80\n\nshaking and cringing with joy around Carspindle as he lowered himself to\nthe ground.\n\n\"Have ye got your basket now?\" Hamilton asked.\n\n\"I have, and I\u2019m muoh obliged to ye. Here, hold hard a minute\".\n\nHe came round to the front of the cart and held up his bottle. \"Old\nfriends, Hami, old friends,\" he urged, seeing tho man in the cart\nhesitate.\n\n\"H\u2019m. Give me the hold of it,\" said Echlin, grasping the bottle.\nHe tilted it to his mouth and was seized with a violent fit of coughing.\n\nCarspindle reached up and took the bottle from his hand. \"Are ye rightly,\nHami?\u201d he asked.\n\n\"Damn it!\" shouted Echlin, whooping for breath, \"it near choked me\".\n\nHe shook the reins. \"Goodnight\".\n\n\"Goodnight, Hami. Goodnight, ma\u2019am, and I\u2019m much obliged again.\"\n\n\"You\u2019re welcome,\" said Echlin as tho horse moved off.\n\nHigh above them the stars glittered, chill and remote. Streams fell\nsilent, stones and trees cracked in the grip of tho frost, and the earth\nresounded like a bell under the horse\u2019s foot. They wore entering the\ntownland of Lusky woods and tho road, gleaming faintly in the starlight,\nundulated onward through boglands checkered with crisped heather and black\npeat banks. Echlin\u2019s body was lapped in a warm stupor. From his\nshoulders downward ho felt relaxed and drooping. His legs were relaxed\nand bowed so that his feet lay sole to sole on the floor of tho cart. But\nhis neck and head were rigid, balanced between the knifepoints of the bitter\nair.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"665"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna086","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna086","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Body, Lamp","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna086","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/Hanna086_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"81\n\nOn his loin and thigh he oould feel the woman nestling into his\nwarmth. He gave his warmth prodigally and his whole body was aware of\nher. She was insistently bearing into the glow of his body, and at the\nrealisation of this a warn flood ran down him to the pit of his stomach.\n\nHe released a hand from the reins and put his arm deliberately around\nher. His heart gave a great beat as he felt her respond and come closer\ninto him. He pressed his arm up under her armpit and his hand closed on\na curve of her body. At the touch of his hand cradling her breast the\nhard pain broke in the girl and ran through her in tingling fiery jets.\n\nShe raised her head and drew in a deep shuddering breath, below her side\nshe could feel the man\u2019s thigh quivering uncontrollably. They hesitated,\nsilent, scarcely breathing. She gave willingly to the pressure of his\nhand, sliding her hand under his coat until it lay over his heart. The\nheaded rime on her smooth hair pricked his lips, and he gently edged her\nface upward. His mouth closed down on the warm hollow of her eye and the\nreins dropped from his hands. She lay back on his arm, her eyes dosed\nand her lips a little parted. The horse stumbled and stood trembling on\nthe road, the man was stooped over the woman, his mouth pressing down on\nhers. At the horse\u2019s stumble they slipped downward amongst the bags,\nsilently, without laughter. The patient beast lowered his head to nuzzle\nthe stiff tracery of the hedge .....\n\nPresently Sarah stirred and sat up, \"Listen\u201d. In the distance they\nheard the ringing beat of steps. When they had gained the seat, needles of\nlight were rising over a hill in front of then. A man carrying a lamp\ncame nearer. He raised it and hailed them. \"It\u2019s a hardy one, that,\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"666"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna087","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna087","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Purify, Darkness","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna087","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/Hanna087_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\n82\n\nhe said. They saw the face of Fergus Pentland in the light. He stared at\nthem for a moment, then lowered his lamp and went on without speaking again.\n\nEchlin and the girl drove on in silence. They sat apart, deep in\nsilence. Once or twice he glanced at her, but her face was hidden in the\nscarf that she had drawn over her head. Her gloveless hands hung forward\non her knees, swaying listlessly to the motion of the cart. Around her, the\nearth in cold purity turned its face to the stars, but neither wind nor\nfrost could purify her hands. There was something uncanny in the way she\nsat, her cowled head sunk in her shoulders, her hands Jerking listlessly.\n\nThe horse slithered on an icy rut. Echlin lashed it with the whip.\n\n\"Damn ye, have ye gone dumb!\u201d he shouted to Sarah. She neither moved nor\nspoke, staring ahead into the darkness. It was the first time that he\nhad ever spoke to her like that. Something stirred in her, rebellious,\nyet strangely comforting.\n\nThe tired beast came to a halt in the close. The door opened and\nFrank stood silhouetted in the light. He stared out at them without\nspeaking, eating something from his hand. He came forward without a\nward and started to move the purchases from the cart. As Hamilton led\nthe horse out of the shafts something came tinkling down the floor of\nthe cart and shattered into fragments at Sarah\u2019s feet. She picked up\na piece that gleamed in the light of the window. It was her Mother\u2019s\nlustre Jug.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"667"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna088","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna088","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ditch, Hawk","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna088","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/Hanna088_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"83\n\nChapter Twelve.\n\nNext morning, as usual, Sarah had the fire kindled and the kettle\nsinging before she heard the clump of feet in the room behind the hearth.\nFrank came down first and without speaking passed through the kitchen on\nhis way out to the \"ditch\", a stone wall under the rowan bushes, on which\nsat buckets and basins, filled, if it had been raining, with soft rainwater.\nIn the crevices between the stones were slips of fiery red and white soaps,\nthe toilet preparations of the Echlins. The young man cracked the ice on\nthe butt and filled his basin from it.\n\nWhen he came back into the kitchen again, fumbling behind the door\nfor the towel, Hamilton was seated at the fire, pulling on his heavy grey\nsocks which had been hanging on the crane. Frank, red and glowing, came\nover to the fire, and sat down on the opposite side of the hearth. Between\nthem, Sarah bent over the frying-pan, cooking the breakfast.\n\n\"I brought teeth for the harrow,\" said Hamilton, without looking up,\n\"will ye have time to knock them in the day?\" Frank sat rolling down his\nsleeves, his eyes fixed on his brother. Getting no answer Hamilton looked\nup, his face unshadowed and questioning. He did not repeat his question\nbut jerked his head in interrogation, \"Will ye?\"\n\nThe younger brother was angered at the simplicity of the question.\n\"No,\" he growled, \"I\u2019ve to go down to Stewartie Purdie's the day again\".\nSarah rose with their breakfast plates in her hands and in silence they\nfollowed her to the table and drew in their chairs.\n\nFrank sat tense and suspicious at the meal. He felt himself hang\nover the table like a hawk, heart and brain stilled and narrowed for a\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"668"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna089","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna089","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Beast, Fork","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna089","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/Hanna089_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"84\n\nlook or gesture between his brother and the girl. No one spoke and he\nsensed somewhere a strain, vibrating and tense s his own. He examined\nSarah covertly as she ate. Her faoe was calm and detached as ever,\nwhat thoughts were passing behind that broad calm forehead? His\nbrother\u2019s arms or the feeding of hens? Perhaps she was sitting tense\nwith laughter knowing that she could always outwit him and knowing that\nhe knew it too. And because he could not break her with his silence and\nread what shs tried to conceal, his knife clattered on his plate with rage\n\nThere wa3 Hamilton left, slow and powerful a3 the animals he worked\namong. Hamilton set his life by the sun and seasons and moved as\nirresistibly. As long as he could remember Frank had jeered at him and\nturned to him in moments of fear. He grew out of the soil and a man and\na bush and a beast kept their appointed places in his world. The swift\naccidental things of life did not exist for him. He never kicked or\nswore at inanimate things hut bent patiently and saw where the beam had\nbeen rotten, the rope frayed, the wheel caught on a stone.\n\nBut nothing was to be learnt from Hamilton. He hung his head low\nover his plate and shovelled the food into his mouth. Then he raised\nhis head and chewed meditatively, gazing at the wall. Then down went\nhi3 head again to meet his loaded fork. Twice Frank stole a glance at\nthe dark placid face. The second time Hamilton caught his eye and held\nhim.\n\n\"That harrow\u2019ll have tae be fixed afore long\".\n\n\"Ah,\" said Frank.\n\n\"Will Stewartie soon be redd up, down there?\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"669"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna090","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna090","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Sarah","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna090","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/Hanna090_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"86\n\n\"The day should finish it,\" answered Frank shortly.\n\n\"Well, see if ye can put a hand to the harrow, afore Sunday\".\n\nFrank rose without answering and Hamilton cocked his chair back and\nfell to picking his teeth with a match.\n\nAs he stumbled down the path to Purdie\u2019s, Frank asked himself\nangrily if they thought that they had fooled him. Suddenly he stopped\nwith a question trembling on his lips. Why did he suspect them and did\nhe care a damn anyway? His angry mind proffered a thousand reasons for\nsuspicion. Their slipping away to market together. His astonishment\nat smelling drink on his brother. The flushed face and heavy eyes of\nthe woman that he knew too well to misinterpret. And now this hard\nsilence hanging over them. And Hamilton, the simple one. Perhaps there\nwere depths in a man only uncovered by such a thing as this? He kicked\na stone from under his foot and watched it go bounding down the hill.\n\nHe descended more slowly now, thinking over the second part of his\nquestion. Did he love Sarah Gomartin? It was difficult to lay out\nthe threads of that problem. Against every firm thread of regard a\nrotten one snapped in his hand. To touch her, yes. But then she was\nherself so quickly again, like a pool you lash into foam with a branch\nand in a twinkling the ripples die and it stares up cold and impersonal,\nmirroring your still hot and tremulous face. To enjoy her food and\nattention and skill in the house, yes. But then in unguarded moments\nto catch the calculating glance in her eye that turned all her little\nattentions to mockery and her own presence to that of a stranger and\na trespasser.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"670"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna091","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna091","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"School, Children","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna091","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/Hanna091_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"86\n\nBut now his pride would not let him give her up so easily to his\nbrother. Somewhere perhaps, and he could not even take his oath on that,\nwas a woman with the qualities Sarah lacked. But the girl had satisfied his\ngreatest hunger and these finicking imperfections had only been revealed\nlater.\n\nWhen he knocked at Purdie's door it was opened by Eileen, Stewartie's\ndaughter. She was a heavy, red-faced girl with dank coils of hair slipping\nuntidily over her neck. At school frank and his companions had made her life a misery. She giggled sheepishly when she saw the young man and drew the opening of her dress over the roughened reddish skin of her chest. Below the flushed skin, Frank caught a glimpse of her white breasts. He wrinkled his lips and the image of Sarah came into his mind again. The young woman turned and shuffled back into the warm, red-flagged kitchen and then frank noticed that she was wearing a pair of unlaced men\u2019s boots. On the hearth stood Stewartie in long, rod, woollen underpants, balancing himself on one leg as he drew on a pair of breeches. The knee bands were tight for his swollen calves and when he had pulled them up he stood breathless, the front of his breeches gaping open. An old woman and two younger children 3till sat at the breakfast table. Eileen stood behind her father and stole glances at the young man, exchanging little tittering laughs with the elder of the two children, a girl.\n\n\"Ye must ha\u2019 rose at the skraik o\u2019 dawn!\u201d shouted Purdy, his arms\nhanging loose.\n\nEchlin smiled and shook his head abruptly. \"It's past nine, man.\nGet yourself ready, and I'll wait outside\". He refused a cup of tea\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"671"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna092","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna092","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Purdie, Water","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna092","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/Hanna092_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"87\n\nand left the house walking across the close and into the field where Purdlie\nand he had been working. He turned up along the hedge until he stood at the\nback wall of a barn against which ranks of stinging nettles clung stubbornly,\nThe field in which he stood was fringed by the waters of the lough that\nlapped grey and chill under the winter sky. On the bottom of the hill,\nwhich sloped down from Rathard, Purdy and he hod opened a trench and now\nwater was gushing down it, still discoloured with raw clay. At the end of\nthe trench where it passed dose to the barn a square pit had been dug and\nbeside it lay the axle and blades of a waterwheel.\n\nOne evening in the autumn, Purdie had come up to Rathard and asked\npermission to turn a little stream which ran along the bottom of the hill\ninto the lough, so that it would pass behind the wall of his barn. When\nHamilton heard that Purdie meant to turn his barn machinery with the water\npower, he laughed. He took Purdie out and showed him the rivulet where it\nran on the hillside below the rath. \"There's not enough power in that\ntrinket tae drive a turnip-cutter let alone fans. Stick tae your horse\non the horse-walk, Stewartie\". But the old man was obstinate, Frank\nbacked him up for the novelty of the waterwheel, and Hamilton shrugged,\nlaughed and gave permission.\n\nPurdie came through the gate with two axle-sockets of stone in\nhis arms. \"We\u2019ll set these first, Frank, put on the wheel an* couple\nher up wi\u2019 the shaft\". He dropped the sockets and indicated a\ndriving-shaft protruding from the wall of the barn.\n\nThey set to work and in a short time the sockets were secured and\nthe wheel lowered under the falling water. Both men stood back, their\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"672"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna093","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna093","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Contraption, Coil","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna093","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/Hanna093_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"88\n\neyes glistening with pleasure and excitement as the bladed wheel gathered\nspeed until it humped on its axle.\n\n\"Quick now, the shaft. Couple her up, man, couple her up!\" shouted\nPurdie. The teeth meshed and a significant groan came from the arrested\nwheel. hurdle turned and ran clumsily towards the gate with Prank on his\nheels. When they arrived at the barn they heard a muted clanking noise.\n\nThe shaft was spinning slowly at the base of the wall.\n\n\u201cWould ye Just look at that now!\" said Purdie, squatting down beside\nit and grinning with pride. Frank placed the palm of his hand firmly on the\nshaft and the contraption stopped with a jerk. \"God damn ye!\" roared Purdie,\nknocking down his arm violently, \"d\u2019ye want tae ruin my waterwheel!\" Prank\nsat back on his heels roaring with laughter at the old man's angry face. The\nshaft took up its load again and started to revolve slowly.\n\nPurdie stamped up and down tho barn once or twice. His face brightened\nup. \"I\u2019ll clear the burn further up and lighten the cogs. That should\nsettle it,\" he said. He turned to Frank, \"Come on in tae the house for a\ndrop o\u2019 tea\".\n\nAs they crossed the close Purdie raised his hand and pointed to the\nhillside. \"There\u2019s a boyo for ye,\" he said. Prank saw his brother swinging\nthe plough to a fresh furrow. The colter glinted once in the light.\n\nSuddenly the young man stiffened. He saw the gleam of Sarah's apron as she\ncame from the farmhouse. She stopped at the gate of the field where\nHamilton was working and slipped a can and a small parcel through the bars.\nFrank watched his brother raise his hand, draw in a coil of rein, and his\nclear hup now! came faintly through the air. Horse, plough and man\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"673"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna094","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna094","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Eavesdropping, Purdie","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna094","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/Hanna094_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"89\n\ncrawled slowly down the face of the hill again. Frank.felt a feeling of\nshame as if he had been caught eavesdropping. Be turned and followed Purdie\ninto the house.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"674"}}]}