{"nodes":[{"node":{"title":"Hanna095","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna095","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Part Two","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna095","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/Hanna095_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\nPART II.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"675"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna096","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna096","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Tense, Anger","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna096","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/Hanna096_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"90\n\nChapter One.\n\nThe days that followed in Rathard were tense and silent. Hamilton\nproved fiercely adamant, determined to give up nothing: yet he lacked the\ncourage to ask the woman to give up Frank. There was nothing further to\nbe hidden now from any one of them. The brothers moved warily in each\nother's presence, knowing that a sudden action was fraught with violence.\nAnd Sarah went about the house, eyes and ears strained to catch every word\nand gesture. Sometimes when her mind became tired and numb, she felt that\nshe was watching a scene and she had neither sympathy nor blame for the\nwoman she saw. Yet when she was nakedly conscious of what was happening\nto her she never wavered in her calm attention to the men, never setting\none above the other. And all the time her fear was being dissipated by a\nmounting pride fed by all the humiliating years when she was a girl. She\nhad two men.\n\nFrank quickly realised that this new relationship with Sarah meant\nvery much to his brother, and though he called on jealousy, he called in\nvain, and his anger weakened. At times as he thought of himself, he felt\na desire to laugh. There was something insanely comic that this should\nhave come about where his father and mother had lived and moved a few\nmonths ago.\n\nOf the three of them Hamilton was the least disturbed. He saw\nclearly that his brother's relationship with the woman was a chancy\nthing, rooted in pride and appetite. He himself asked nothing from\nher that she was not prepared to give, but he had raised crops on\nstony soil before.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"676"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna097","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna097","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Killyleagh, Animals","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna097","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/Hanna097_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"91\n\nAlthough there was sufficient passion and confusion present, which,\nin a more inactive and leisured household might have broken out in violence,\nthe insistent demands of the farm took thou away from each other for long\nperiods. The Echlins had a few sheep on the slope overlooking the lough\nand several of the ewes dropped lambs prematurely. A sudden squall of\nsnow followed by a bitter frost killed several of the feeble creatures,\nand Hamilton spent a day and a night tending the survivors in an outhouse.\n\nThe store of coal ran low and twice Frank had to turn back on the frozen\nroads to Killyleagh. Trees had to be cut down, hauled to the farm-close\nand sawed into fire wood. These communal activities made it necessary for\ndecisions to be taken in the evenings, at the fireside, and advice offered\nand considered. And as the outside world thawed and the sound of running\nwater was heard once more in the dykes, so speech began to move again,\nsluggishly at first, between the brothers.\n\nYet, in the end, Frank and Hamilton fought. They had left the house\nafter the mid-day meal and as Sarah went to the door to empty a basin, she\nheard the heavy breathing of men. There was something evil and deliberate\nabout the sound. Then there came a hoarse grunt and the thud of a falling\nbody. She flew to the byre and saw them on the ground between the stalls.\n\nThe animals were tossing their heads in fear and crowding away from the\nstruggling men. Hamilton knelt on his brother\u2019s chest, his fist raised\nlike a hammer and his head nodding patiently as he timed his blow on the\nface Jerking from side to side beneath him. The woman screamed and\nlifting a graip, struck Hamilton on the back. The brothers rose slowly,\npicking the filth from their clothes. They stared at each other like\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"677"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna098","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna098","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Nightmare, Rebellion","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna098","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/Hanna098_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"92\n\nmen who had wakened from a nightmare. \"You fools!\u201d shouted Sarah. They did\nnot even turn to look at her. They stood there, their hands moving\nmechanically over their bodies, gazing into each other\u2019s face. Hamilton\nclosed his fist and stared at it dumbly. Is this the fist I meant to\nsmash you with, brother? his eyes asked. Slowly the woman felt their\nhurt bewilderment: she knew that at that moment she did not exist. She\nwas alien, barred, shut away from them. And the knowledge of her own\nguilt quelled any rebellion in her. she turned away, her head lowered,\nand left them. Yet before she had reached the house, her instinct was\nstirring in revolt against this bond between the men.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"678"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna099","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna099","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ploughman, Kitchen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna099","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/Hanna099_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"93\n\nChapter Two.\n\nSpring came, warm and turbulent. The drab sheets on the hillsides\nware torn under the ploughman's heel and a tawny light rose from the soil.\nThe sower came, scattering wisely from his sheet, then the plunging harrow\ndriving the hard silver grain underground, and lastly tho roller, clanging\nlike a bell as it wheeled, and leaving, for all the boulders piled upon it,\nfaint pock-marks of hooves in the smooth soil. Rain-showers came leaping\nthrough the hills and were gone before the sun had time to shadow. Five\ntimes a lean cat stole across the dose of Rathard carrying a kitten in\nher Jaws. She went straight as an arrow, her head close to the ground and\nthe proud cock trotted cut of her way.\n\nIn the house, Sarah sat at her bedroom window overlooking the rath in\nthe wrinkles of whose broken walls primroses were already gleaming. The\nmen were out and there was a deep silence in the house. Nothing stirred\nand the beat of the kitchen clock did not penetrate through the closed\ndoor. The shawl that she had drawn over her head to go out had fallen\ndown on her shoulders. She put her hand swiftly to her body feeling the\nmovement below her heart again. No need now to go down to Agnes Sampson.\nShe was to have a child. A stunned look came into her eyes. \"I am\nhaving a child,\" she said aloud, impatiently, as if upbraiding herself\nfor her lack of understanding. She put her hands over her face, and sat\nlike this for a long time, staring through her fingers. A wagtail, bobbing\nand dipping on the sill, took fright and flew off.\n\nShe rose slowly, as if very weary and went up to the kitchen. The\nuntended fire fell in a cloud of ash and flames, she built it up again\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"679"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna100","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna100","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Countryside, Labour","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna100","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/Hanna100_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"94\n\nand lowered the kettle to the turves. As she carried dishes from the dresser\nto the table, laying the evening meal, she moved as if she was in a dream,\nand her face was grey and haggard.\n\nA plate slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor. She\nstarted and looked round her sharply as if she had been rudely awakened.\n\nAfter that she moved deftly and carefully about her task in her usual way\nbut the haunted look was still on her face and she would stop suddenly and\nstand for long moments, gazing before her, unseeing.\n\nThat night when she lay in her bed alone, all the possible and\nimpossible consequences of her guilt that a heated brain could imagine\nwere drawn to her pillow. She saw herself thrown out by the Echlins,\nscorned by the countryside and hunted by her neighbours. Echoes of such\nold stories sounded like spoken words in her ear. She started up in bed,\nthe sweat running down her body. The voices fled and she lay down again.\n\nShe thought of her mother and saw that small lean woman trembling when she\ntold her and heard the passionate outburst of anger as she was driven from\nthe house. She recoiled from the thought. Years of living in the one\nhouse, of sharing food and labour, of tending each other in sickness were\nnot to be set aside so easily. There was a grain of comfort in the thought,\nand at last, as the darkness thinned in the east, she fell asleep. Not\nonce, in that long sleepless night, had she thought of the child.\n\nIn the cool light of morning with the simple familiar things at hand\nto be taken up, she smiled briefly and bitterly at her midnight fears, yet\nthe comfort that the memory of her mother had given her, echoed in her\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:56","Nid":"680"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna101","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna101","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cottage, Heat","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna101","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/Hanna101_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"95\n\nmind. When her work was done, she put a shawl over her hood, drew the door\nand started for her mother\u2019s cottage. As she walked along the road,\nstumbling blindly over the rough places, she kept turning in her mind what\nshe would say. But as the end of her Journey grow nearer her pace\nslackened, and she stopped irresolute in the rood. Slowly, with lagging\nsteps, she approached the top of the hill looking down on her old home.\n\nShe saw her mother come out and gather peat from the stack at the corner\nof the house. When she had filled her basket, tho old woman raised her\nhead and looked up the road, shading her eyes with her hand. The woman on\nthe hilltop stole into the shadow of the hedge and loaned her arms on the\ncurved bough of an ashtree. She saw her mother raise the basket and go\nindoors and in a second a fresh puff of smoke leaned away from the chimney\nand trailed like an azure veil over the fields. Tears ran down the face of\nthe woman standing in the hedge, she turned away, walking slowly on the\nroad she had come.\n\nDown in the cottage, Martha had lowered the kettle on tho crane and\nset out two cups and a sugar basin and a milk Jug on the table. She\nhurried to the door to see again the figure she had seen below the trees.\nThere was no one there and the road was empty as far as the eye could see.\n\nShe stood in the doorway till she grew cold, but no one came. At\nlast she turned and went back into the house. She sat down in her chair\nbefore the fire. The kettle sang and at last spluttered up, rocking its\nlid. She sat there for a long time staring numbly into the fire.\nOccasionally she rubbed her hands down her legs which had a strange\nburning feeling in them now, when she sat too near the heat.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"681"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna102","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna102","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fiddle, Cobweb","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna102","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/Hanna102_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"96\n\nChapter Three\n\nFrank was cleaning the bee-hives. Sarah could see him standing in the\nblue shadow of the thorn-trees, his veiled head bent over the frames. Over\nthe wall of the rath between the roots of the thorns the white-blossomed\nfairy lint broke in foam as though a sea of flowers tossed outside. A field\nof young corn lay beyond the rath, the grey cracked earth still showing\nthrough the pale shoots. The air was filled with small humming sounds as\nif someone was plucking a slack fiddle-string. The sound awoke a longing\nfor sunshine and ripe nodding grass. Because something was lacking Sarah\nfelt ill at ease, and sensed a note of panic in the flight of the bees.\n\nShe had laughed when she saw Frank come out of the barn, a veil drawn over\nan old straw hat, his trouser-legs tied at the bottom, and gloves on his\nhands. He had given her cord to tie his cuffs. Then he had lighted his\nsmoker at the fire and, the acrid smell of burnt paper hung in the air.\n\nA small rusty bee landed clumsily on the window-sill. It crawled\nalong the frame until it reached the corner. Unable to go any further,\nit turned out towards the edge. It tried to rise and then fell over the\nedge, landing on a dusty cobweb which shook under its weight. She saw\nthe delicate flexing of the spider's legs in the hole above the web.\nThe bee struggled in the web, stabbing down with its pointed body. In a\nfew seconds it hung motionless and silent. The spider came out with slow\ncautious steps. The wings of the snared bee fluttered weakly. The spider\ndrew back. The bee lay motionless and again the spider approached.\nSlowly, under the fascinated eyes of the woman, it drew across the web.\nThen, at the end, with a little rush it was on the bee. The insects\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"682"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna103","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna103","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bees, Ditch","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna103","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/Hanna103_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"97\n\nclung together as in some sort of communion. Then the spider moved back a\nlittle, carefully and delicately cleaning the web from the bee. As the\nlittle mass of life and death moved upwards to the hole, the woman lifted\na duster, and opening the door, ran outside to the window, she beat down\nthe spider and its burden to the ground and trod then under her foot.\n\nFrank looked up as he heard the clack of the latch, \"Keep inside,\nSarah,\" he called, \"and keep the door closed, I think the bastes\u2019ll\nswarm\u201d. He puffed with his smoker until a blue cloud drifted across the\nrath and Sarah could only see him indistinctly as he worked at the hire.\n\nThe bees swarmed, clustering in an angry confused mass around the\nqueen. Carefully, Frank worked among them with his fingers in an effort\nto release the hapless female. The insects hung like a mass of ripe fruit\nfrom his gloves and arms,\n\n\"Sarah! Are ye there?\u201d he shouted. The woman rapped loudly on the\npane to show that she was attentive, \"Fetch a basin of water and lay it\non the ground, here\" he called. She went out to the ditch and filled the\nbasin. Stray bees were hunming like gnats over the soapy stagnant water\nin the runlet behind the wall.\n\n\"Stay your distance, now,\" said Frank when he heard her steps behind\nhim. \"Set the water down and go back in\". She crouched down, pushing the\nbasin as near him as she could. A bee danced angrily round her yellow hair\nas she ran back,\n\nWhen she got back to the window Frank had lifted the swarm clear of\nthe hive. The bees dripped down from his hands like wet vibrating sea-weed.\nHe lowered the mass slowly over the basin. A high-pitched whine penetrated\ninto the house. The bees streamed out from the man\u2019s grasp as if they were\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"683"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna104","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna104","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Woman, Irony","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna104","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/Hanna104_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"98\n\nlifted by a wind. He held his hands out as they lifted into the tree over-\nhead where they bent a bough with their dark murmurous weight.\n\nShe saw Frank turn sharply and nod to someone in the loanen. Peering\nround the side of the window she saw the fLat-brimed hat of the Reverend\nMr. Sorleyson. \"Most inadvisable,\" she heard him say, \"much too drastic,\nFrank. Even if you get them back, they won\u2019t settle down for days\u201d. The\nreverend gentleman was flapping his hand aimlessly round his head as he\nlooked over the hedge. \"Did you get the queen?\" he asked. Frank shrugged\nhis shoulders and turned away.\n\nA few moments later the minister tapped at the kitchen door and came\nin. \"Good afternoon,\" he said, \"I see you\u2019re having trouble with your\nhoney-makers\".\n\n\"Sit- down, Mr. Sorleyson,\" said the woman pushing forward a chair.\n\"It\u2019s Frank that\u2019s having the trouble - I know nothing about them\".\n\n\"H\u2019m, well,\" said Mr. Sorleyson, brushing the subject aside, \"I came\nup to tell you that your mother is poorly. Not tell you,\" he added drily,\nglancing up at Sarah, \"you must have noticed that when you visit her. I\nwanted to discuss with you what is the best thing to do\".\n\n\"Best thing to do? She echoed weakly.\n\nMr. Sorleyson\u2019s irony gave way very quickly. \"Yes,\" he exclaimed\nirritably, \"the best thing to do with your mother who is alone and ill.\n\nI\u2019ve spoken to you before, about your duties to her. I did it because\nit was my duty to her, but I\u2019m not going to reopen the matter again. I\nknow quite well that, for some reason, you\u2019ve stopped going down to see\nher\u201d. He had been speaking rapidly, and he paused for breath. \"But if\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"684"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna105","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna105","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Farmhouse, Kindly","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna105","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/Hanna105_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"99\n\nyou think, Sarah, that by sending your mother some money every week you have\ndischarged your obligations, then I can only hope that you\u2019ll be treated\ndifferently by your own children\". Sarah was about to speak, but the minister\nwaved his hand fretfully to stop her. \"Let us consider what\u2019s to be done.\n\nHer legs and arms are badly swollen and she can fend for herself no longer.\nNow what do you mean to do about it? Will you go back and stay with her for\na while?\u201d Mr. Sorleyson thrust his head forward aggressively. His round\nbespectacled face, usually so mild, was pink, and a frown creased his forehead\nwith unaccustomed wrinkles.\n\n\u201dI\u2019ll go down to her, Mr. Sorleyson. If she\u2019s fit to move, I\u2019ll bring\nher back here with me\".\n\n\"Oh,\u201d exclaimed Mr. Sorleyson, rather taken aback. He felt like a man\nwho had thrust violently against a door only to find it ajar. \"Well - well,\nthat would be vary satisfactory. But will she be happy here?\u201d he demanded\nwith some of his former brusqueness.\n\n\u201dI\u2019ll see that she\u2019s well looked after,\" answered Sarah in the same\nflat tone.\n\nIt was only when Mr. Sorleyson was on the road home that the\nsignificance of Sarah\u2019s promise to take her mother back to the Echlins\nstruck him. Was that a strange thing for a servant girl in her master\u2019s\nfarmhouse to say? Mr. Sorleyson wasn\u2019t quite sure. He had tried very\nhard ever since he had come to this congregation to understand the ways\nof the country people. He had learned by trial and error, and because\nhe was a kindly man, eager to help, he had learned quickly. There had\nbeen the occasion (he had only been in the manse a few weeks) when he\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"685"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna106","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna106","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Hinder, Minister","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna106","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/Hanna106_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"100\n\ncalled Into the little National school in Ravare. Only a dozen or so of the\n\nsmallest boys and girls were present. The old schoolmaster had explained that -\nthe elder children were kept at home to make the best of that one dry day in\nthe fields. \u201cBut their schooling!\u201d exclaimed Mr. Sorleyson. The old man\nsmiled and looked at him strangely. He had tried to dissuade Mr. Sorleyson\nfrom calling on the parents of the children. The very first men he had spoken\nto, one of his own elders, after listening to hie remonstrances, had laid down\nhis scythe and coming over to the hedge told him in as many words to attend to\nhis own affaire and not hinder their work under the drying sun that God had\ngranted them. Afterwards, when his resentment had gone, he laughed ruefully\nat the memory of the scowls on the faces of the two young urchins tying\nsheaves behind their father. But he learned that the most Important thing\nin the lives of farm people is saving their crops. As he turned into the\nmanse drive he paused to look up at tho farm of Rathard and tried to understand\nthe attitude of the woman there. Maybe she, too, was caught up in the relentless\ncycle of farm-work. It was a deceptive life, he thought, seemingly so slow\nand laborious and yet so all-consuming that people must at times forego their\nduties to themselves and others.\n\nSarah sat thinking when Sorleyson had gone. The minister\u2019s charge that\nshe should return to her mother, found her, in a certain sense, prepared.\nIt was an eventuality that she had already considered and now that it could\nno longer be avoided she proceeded, calmly and carefully, to reflect in what\nway it could be used to the least disadvantage. She did not give second\nthought to the suggestion that she should leave Rathard, even for a time.\nIf she did that there was no way of telling how long she would be away.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"686"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna107","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna107","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Benyil","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna107","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/Hanna107_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff101\n\nThree months, maybe, and three months would be too lone* The brothers would\nknow about her than. Already she imagined that Trank was watching her with\ndislike and suspicion, Hamilton was different, tionsidorate and kindly for\nall hia dullness, Hut the risk was too great to loavo theta, Trunk would\nbe at his brother's ear the moment her shadow had gone. There was nothing\nto do but bring her mother back to hathard and keep her own foot in the\nhouse.\n\nTrank cane in, in a bad temper, Tie had lost his swarm of bees and\nhad been stung twice on the wrist. In his annoyance lie forgot to ask the\nreason for Sorleyoon\u2019s visit and Jar ah carefully avoided the minister\u2019s\nname,\n\nHamilton came in from hia ploughing anti they sat down to their\nevening meal, \"How did y\u00ae gat on wi* the bees, Trank?\" he asked,\n\n\"E.h, don't talk to me, I made a bad hand at them\",\n\nSarah leaned across the table, \"Did Mr. Sorleyson cay the right\nthing?\" she asked,\n\n\"Aye, at the wrong time,\" answered the young loan shortly.\n\n\"What fetched him up?\" asked Hamilton glancing at Sarah,\n\nThe woman paused a moment, keepirg her heed lowered. \"My mother's ill,\"\nshe said. \"He wants me to go down and tend her, I may so hack and forrit to\nBanyil till she\u2019s mended''* she closed Trank out with a steady gaze while oho\nwaited for Hamilton to speak.\n\n\"It\u2019s a long road to Banyil,\" he 3aid thoughtfully. Be wa3 silent for\na moment and then he spoke again, \"Is there ooht been changed in the lower\n\nroom?\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"687"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna108","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna108","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kitchen, Milking","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna108","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/Hanna108_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff103\n\n\"Nothing since she left\".\n\n\"Then bring her baok here and tend her. Ye won't nave to leave the\nhouse then\".\n\n\"I could look after ye all, if she was here,\" agreed Sarah in a flat\nmatter-of-fact voice.\n\n\"Well, than, fetch her up,\" said Hamilton wiping his mouth. \"Can ye\nmanage the pony and trap yerself?\"\n\n\"I'll go for her now, when I\u2019ve redd up,\" answered Sarah, rising.\n\nAnd so it was settled. The old woman offered no opposition to her\ndaughter and she was brought back and given her old room in the Echlins'\nhouse. For a time she mde an effort, when the men were out, to follow\nSarah round the house. But she could do very little work now and somehow\nshe felt that her daughter didn't want her in the kitchen any more. Her\nlegs were swollen; and sometimes, when there was a longer pause than usual\nin the irregular thumping of her heart, she drew herself upright on her\npillow, gaping hungrily for breath.\n\nEach day she stayed a little longer in bed, until the time came when\nshe was content to hear the men go out in the morning, and let the day pass\na3 she slept or lay with her eyes closed, thimcing of the past, until she\nwas roused again by the clatter of the milking pail3 and the low voices of\nthe men gathered at the evening fire. She was very grateful for the peace\nthat she was enjoying, and when Hamilton came down to see her in the evening\nshe took his hand in hers and held it against her breast, and they sat for\na time in silence, until he bade her good-night and went away again.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"688"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna109","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna109","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Lough, Fright","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna109","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/Hanna109_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff103\n\nAs th\u00a9 time passed Sarah grew more careful in her mother's presence.\nEvery little while during the day she took her r.iilk or broth or tea, setting\nthem at her bedside and goi!^ back to the kitchen. Only in the dusk sho lit\nthe assail lamp in her mother\u2019s room and read to hor from the Bible or 3at\ntalking a little and sewing.\n\nOne evening, as Sarah was about to go to bed, she heard her mother\noall. \"What is it, mother?\" she asked, when she got. to the old woman's\nside.\n\n\"Open the window a wee bit, daughter. I*m near choking\". Sarah\nlowered the upper part of the window and stood looking out. Away beyond\na ridge of night-black trees the sky was inlaid with shafts of green. A\nstar twinkled in the pale sky above the house and the mournful cry of a\nwhaup came from the lough, There was a sense of melancJioly and peace in\nthe scene, and the woman, silhouetted against the window, unconsciously\ndrew her hands over her full body. Even as sho did so there wan a ch.old.ng\ninarticulate cry from the bed* She saw her mother rising in bed and caught\nthe glean in her distended eyes. \"Sarahl\" she cried, lifting her aim till\nthe sleeve fell back on her shrivelled shoulder, lhe daughter stood there,\nstupid with fright, her hands still laid on her belly. In the indistinct\nlight the woman on the bed seemed to rise onto her ]cnees. Her grey hair\nfell down over her face, veiling her eyas. She clawed it back and her\nmouth worked as she tried to cry out again. Then with e horrible rattling\nnoise in her throat she pitched face forward on the bed. keeping with\nterror, the girl ran forward and lifted her mother in her arms. The old\nwoman'a head lifted a little and a long shuddering breath came from her\nlips, ilartha lay dead in her daughter's embrace.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"689"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna110","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna110","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"July, Loyal","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna110","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/Hanna110_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff104\n\nChapter Four.\n\nTo the desultory traveller, the passage of a fxya weeks works a silent\nand unobtrusive ohange in the countryside and never eo much 03 in those\nmonths that ripen from Spring to Summer. ithout a stick or atone displaced,\nthe face of the land seams to have changed. On that hillside where the green\ndown of young grass failed to hide the cracked earth, the hedges now restrain\na lake of ripened hay whose bronze waves ripple and break against the thorn\nblossom.\n\nThe loanens, which the winter\u20193 rain had laid bare to the whinstone, are\npatched ana tho patches are softened by the dappled gloom of the tall trees.\nEverywhere grass and weed uttack man\u2019s handiwork. Kettles climb to the roofs\nof barns, grasses sprout between worn stones, ragweed nods in the hay* Even ^\nin Ravara churchyard Martha*a mw swollen grave sinks under the rain, and\nyellow-blossomed saxifrage crosses and re-crosses tho withered wreaths.\n\nIn the evening3, the people of tho townlands heard the rumble of the\ndrums as the Orangeman practised for the July walk. Petie Sampson and his\nfife were the pride of Ravara\u2019 3 Loyal sons, and the little imn had led hia\nlodge to the Field and back for many years. Now as they marched and\ncounter-marched on the country road to the patterned thunder of their drums,\nPetie skipped ahead of then, blowing vigorously on hie instrument. For\nyears the drumming had been held some distance from ynocknadreemaliy, at\nPetie\u2019s request, because of his regard for his neighbour, Owen Pineen.\n\nAndrew Kohlin had never joined with the Orangemen\u00ab. He was too deeply\na roan of his faith and race not to sympathise with their aspirations. Yet\nhe had never Joined then nor ashed his dons to Join then. Twice in his\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"690"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna111","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna111","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Orangemen, Blinded","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna111","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/Hanna111_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff1*5\n\nlifetime he had left hie church for lone?, periods* A few years before his\ndeath, when he wan an older of the congregation, the minister had installed\nan organ in the church. Andrew had protested. His pretest had been unheeded.\nThe or\u00a3,an had been installed and the old precentor, whose boss voice had led\nthe praise as Ion? a3 anyone oould remember, had been driven out to a pew in\nthe church. Hint Sunday '.\u2019warring, on the first note of the instrument, Andrew\nend several of the elders had risen *nd left the build!nr. Many years before\nthat, as a young man, he had wanted to join the Orangeman. Ho went to the\nField on the Twelfth of July with the men of Ravara. \"You* 11 hear powerful\nspeeches\" promised the companion who took him. Re heard and sew the powerful\nnpoceh-rrkers\u2022\n\nSome he already knew by MM and Bight, but he recognised them all for\nwhat they worst landlords, politicians and clergy, jjpt once did he hear a\nsimple man like himself speak from a platform or a long car. The final\nrevulsion camo when he niw a mill-owner whoa he knew by repute, stand up.\n\nIlia gorge lose as he rate' -\u00abd the creature*n face redden and the veins of\nhis neck swell .nn lie ranted. It wati for this ran that roman blinded than-\nselves \u2019forking embroidery at ha'pence a dozen. He wn him lift up his hands\nas if he boro aloft, visible, like sacred relics, the shrivelled and relin-\nquished liberties that be and hie kind had bought and bled,\n\nAndrew came homo, on,-ry with himself and thr man from Ravara, Fran\nthat day there was planted in him a hatred of Tpoliticel ciargy\", whether they\nwore Geneva bands or Chasuble. Then, In tiro, being a good-natured young nan\nand fond of gaiety, ha went to ths dances and soirees in the Orange Hall. It *\nwas there that he met hie future wife, Margaret Pentland. But he left to his\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"691"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna112","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna112","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Reaper, Harvesting","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna112","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/Hanna112_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff106\n\nneighbours the July Walk, the bouncing fife and the braggadocio of the\nbelly-drum.\n\nThe hay wan ready for harvesting at Rathard. Early in the morning\nHamilton went down to the field and \"opened\u201d it with his scythe. The sun\nwas well up and a few laggard clouds wore hurrying across the hot flawless\nsky when Frank brought the reaper in, with a merry jingle of harness and the\nleisured purr of meshing wheels.\n\nThe binders cane trickling in, one by one - Petie end Agnes and Sarah, the\nwomen with their hair tied up in bright cloths. A can of buttermilk sat in\nthe shadow of the hedge, and the men fished out little green insects with\ntheir fingers before they drank. Frank sat on the reaper, his sunburnt face\nand chest beaded with sweat. He sang as he swung his rake, doling out the hay\nin loose sheaves. Slowly, patiently, crouching to the earth, the women moved\nbehind the machine.\n\nSarah worked on in a blindness of pain. As every sheaf dropped from her\nhand, she raised her open mouth to the air, as if she were choking. Then, at\nthe corner of the field nearest the house, she cried out and fell to the ground.\n\"Is it my time, Agnes?\" she asked, as the old woman drew her up. Agnes nodded,\n\"Now,\" she said. They passed through the cool shadow of the rowans and onwards\ninto the house. Agnes undressed her and laid her in bed ....\n\nSomeone spoke at a great distance. Through the deep small window came\nthe sounds of the harvesting field, the bustle of bees, and a tapping noise\nclose by. \"Chase the hens from the garden, Agnes,\" said the woman on the bed,\nopening her eyes. Her neighbour still leaned over her waiting on an answer\nto her question. \"Sarah, who\u2019s the wean\u2019s father?\" she asked again.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"692"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna113","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna113","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Glee, Defiant","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna113","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/Hanna113_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff107\n\nThe woman on tho bed lay silent, her suspioiouu brooding face mirrored\nin the midwife's eyes. Suddenly the old woman understood. Stupefaction,\nincredulity and a trace of lecherous glee struggled on her face. \u00b1he young\nwoman stared at her with hard am defiant eyes. Then her gaze wavered and\ndropped and she turned her face away to the face of her infant son.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"693"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna114","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna114","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"August, Autumn","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna114","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/Hanna114_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff108\n\nChapter Five.\n\nThe year ripened into August and early autumn. In a few days Sarah\nappeared in the outside world with her son. The hay had been cut, and the\nweather being good, the stacks sat in the haggard.Hamilton knelt at the\nbase of a stack, half hidden in the hay, feeding, with dexterous hands, the\nstrands of a sugan rope twisted by Frank who backed across the close as the\nrope lengthened.\n\nSarah crossed the close to Hamilton and kneeling down, held up the child\nto him. The baby\u2019s eyes moveed with solemn indifference over leafy branches,\nman\u2019s face, and bleached hay. Suddenly his nose wrinkled, his face reddened,\nhis mouth opened and his eyes closed. He sneezed. Hamilton laughed and caught\nthe child's bare foot between his finger unu thumb.\n\nThe sugan rope sagged and dropped to the ground as Frank caused to wind.\nHe stood watching the group at the stack. Sarah rose and came towards him.\nShe turned the boy in her arms so that he could see his face. A little smile\nkept coming and going on the man\u2019s lips, he put a crooked dark finger up and\npulled away the shawl from the infant\u2019s head. \"Husha, you\u2019re a bould boy,\" he\nlaughed. \"He\u2019s a brave one, that,\" called Hamilton behind them* \"he\u2019s a\nbrave one, indeed,\" said his brother pressing back the shawl.\n\nThe people of Rathard, sitting high over the surrounding countryside in\nthis mellow afternoon, seemed to be out of the world. Below lay the fields\ndrenched in sunshine and every extraneous sound that came through the quivering\nair seemed distilled till it was less than the tiny chinks and rings of the\ninsect world. A great golden bee bumbling across the close, drowned, in his\npassage, the distant clatter of a cart.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"694"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna115","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna115","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rowan, Circle","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna115","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/Hanna115_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff109\n\nPrank detached the thrawhook from the rope and walked slowly\ntowards Hamilton, rolling the rope into a large prickly bail. At the\nbarn door three hens were industriously scooping out hollows in the\nwarm dust for their bodiew, Sarah glanced upward at the sun, measuring\nwith her eye when the shadow of the rowan trees would fall across the\nboy and her. He lay, tired of the sun, turned into her bosom, asleep.\nThe woman had never known contentment like this before.\n\nThe men were in the fields the following day when Mr Sorleyson\ncame up to Rathard. Sarah was seated at the door when he came into the close,\nand she treated before him into the house as he came towards her. \"May I\ncome in?\u201d he asked, darkening the threshold. The woman nodded silently.\nHe came in, and with only a fleeting glance at the child in its crib, took\nthe chair she offered. \"You are better?\" he asked.\n\nSarah nodded again, a flush rising on her face*\n\n\"I wanted so much to speak to you,\" he continued and then was silent,\nagitatedly turning his circular hat In his hands.\n\nSarah did not help him. She was hostile and wary. His appearance\nreminded her that outside the familiar circle of the farm was a world of\nstrangers, moving about, whispering arson;; themselves as they looked up\nat Rathard.\n\nSorleyson placed his hat on the table and folded his hands. \"Sarah,\nhe said, gazing straight into her face, \"will you look upon me as a\nfriend? Don\u2019t think - oh, I know you doi - that Im going to reprove you,\nNO, rather - can\u2019t we think of some way to right this terrible thing that\u2019s\nhappened?\" The woman was picking at the child\u2019s blanket, het head lowered\nso that, he could see only the curve of her sullen mouth.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"695"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna116","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna116","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Parentage, Secret","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna116","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/Hanna116_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff110\n\n\"Tell me,\" he put the question delicately, in a low voice, \"tell\nme, is the parentage of your poor child uncertain?\"\n\nShe lo ked at him, not understanding.\n\n\"Do you know who the father of the - eh - child is?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Oh, Sarah, Sarah, what darkness has fallen on this house*\" he cried\nbitterly. And then because she was silent, he said \"which of the men\nwill you marry?\"\n\n\"I\u2019ll marry noan of them,\" she returned, looking at him in sudden\nanger.\n\n\"Oh!\" exclaimed Mr Sorleyson springing up in amazement. \"But, Sarah,\nthis is inconceivable! Think of your good name!\"\n\n\"What ails my name?\" demanded the girl, thoroughly aroused.\n\n\"Ails your name!\" he repeated, wheeling on her. \"It - \" But his\nwords were checked by the baby\u2019s cry, which carao in protest to their\nshouting.   |\n\nThe interruption gave them time to collect their thoughts. As\nSorleyson watched her soothing the child, his arguments became completely\nunreal for a moment. What detail in the picture of this mother crooning\nover her child was evil? Was this not the very thing that he himself had\npictured in his most secret thoughts? Ah, no, life was not so simple as\nthat. One had obligations to God and one\u2019s fellow-men. Of what avail was\nvirtue if lust and irresponsibility were to be crowned with contentment?\n\nThe child made signs that it wanted to be fed, and Sarah looked\nquestioningly at the minister. Sorleyson started back uneasily, feeling\nthat insome way he was being cheated.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"696"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna117","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna117","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Townland, Minister","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna117","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/Hanna117_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff111\n\n\"Can't you put the child somewhere, until we\u2019ve finished talking?\"\nhe asked irritably,\n\n\u2019\u2019No,\" she answered. \"It's past his feeding time anyway.\"\n\nIn his annoyance, Sorleyson said something that he had already\nconsidered and rejected, as being contemptible and cruel.\n\n\"Sarah, tell me, what do you think your mother would have felt\nabout this?\"\n\nHe saw her wince and immediately regretted his question. The young\nmother looked at him calmly for a moment. \" Well, you said you came as a\nfriend, Mr Sorleyson. I hope you're satisfied now. What you've said to\nme is no different from what the people of the townland would say. You're\na man who's supposed to know better. Everything should be a kind of a\nway for you, to be right. Nothing ever is. It was the same when - \"\n\n\"When what?\" asked Sorleyson, leaning forward.\n\n\"When Andrew died. I dont know how ye did it, but ye stole some-\nthing away from that too!\"\n\n\"Surely, surely I didn't!\" cried Sorleyson.\n\n\"Yes, ye did!\" cried the woman springing up in passion. \"I told ye\nhe left go of the boat for us, and ye said something about a sacrifice\nthat should teach us something. It was like as if he had done nothing\nmore than threw a pound-note on the collection plate. He gave his life\nfor his sons and me, and all the time you were thinking how it could be\nmade to prove something else, \"My God, Mr Sorleyson, things happen to\npeople!\"\n\n\"Yes, Sarah,\" answered the minister, \"but there is a guidance that\nhelps us to combat the temptations of life, and a Divine help which\nsupports us in those evil hours that none of us can avoid. Have you\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"697"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna118","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna118","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Infant, Loanen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna118","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/Hanna118_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff112\n\navailed yourself fully of that?\"\n\n\"Here\u2019s your answer,\" said the woman aniline bitterly and holding\nout the infant. \"And what was it ye said? To marry one of the men. To\nbend and contrive things so that all would be smooth from the outside,\nlike the way a lazy workman finishes a creel.\"\n\n\"I was thinking of the child's future, answered Mr Sorleyson coldly,\nstung at her bitter tone.\n\n\"Were you?\" she asked, looking at him keenly.\n\n\"Like a picture off a grocer's calender, said a voice behind them,\nand Frank came into the kitchen. He threw his hat against the wall and\nrested one thigh on the table-corner, \"Well, Mr sorleyson, have ye\nblessed the wean?\" he continued insolently.\n\nThe minister frowned at him, as he sat there, his head thrust forward\ntruculently. \"Is your brother about?\" he asked, lifting his hat*\n\n\"You\u2019ll pass him in the loanen,\" said Frank.\n\nSorleyson nodded to them both and went out. Frank moved to the door\nand watched him until he disappeared beyond the rowan bushes. \"Is he gone?\"\nasked Sarah at last,\n\nThe young man turned and walked quickly towards the door leading to\nhis bedroom. \"Aye, he\u2019s gone!\" he shouted \"The way all decent people will\nbe from Rathard!\" Before she could speak he had left the kitchen, slamming\nthe door behind him.\n\nSorleyson found Hamilton working in the loanon. The farmer touched\nhis cap to the minister as he approached. \"Will yo not bide \u2019til suppertime,\nMr Sorleyson?\" he asked,\n\nSorleyson started at the question. For an instant he wondered if these\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"698"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna119","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna119","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Collar, Scratching","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna119","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/Hanna119_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff113\n\nwere the simple people he had known so long. He stood looking silently\nat Echlin.\n\n\"Hamilton,\" he said at last, \"this is a sad day for me to come to\nRathard.\"\n\n\"Is it?\u201d asked the other stolidly. Then, as if ashamed, he\nlowered his head. \"Aye,\u201d he added.\n\n\"Tell me, Hamilton, what do you intend to do about Sarah\nGomartin?\"\n\n\"Do about her?\" repeated Echlin in a puzzled tone.\n\n\"Surely you must see that the girl will have to marry either one\nof you,\" said Sorleyson wearily. \"Will you not marry her?\"\n\nEchlin looked him up and down with a cunning expression in his\neyes. He examined his round hat, his questioning face, his spotless\ncollar, his slightly protuding vest, his black mud-smeared boots. \"To\ntell ye the God\u2019s truth, Mr Sorleyson,\" he exclaimed looking up suddenly\nand frankly, \"I\u2019d marry her flying. But she wont have me.\u201d\n\n\"H\u2019m,\" grunted the minister, breaking a twig from the hedge. \"What\nabout Frank, then?\"\n\nThe other man made a gesture of impatience. \"Frank\u2019ll no settle\ndown to marry anyone.\" He stood looking at the ground for a moment.\n\n\"But she\u2019ll no marry me,\" he repeated.\n\n\"But what hope is there for her otherwise?\" demanded Sorleyson.\n\n\"If she doesn\u2019t marry one of you, where else can she go?\"\n\nEchlin stood scratching his nose and looking at the minister. A\nfrown gathered on his face. \"Who's talking about her going anywhere?\nShe'll bide here, this is her home now.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"699"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna120","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna120","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Censure, Stranger","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna120","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/Hanna120_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff114\n\n\"But good, heavens, man, that\u2019s impossible; How long can this\nunatural arrangement last?\"\n\nThe other man shrugged his shoulders. \"D\u2019you know, Mr Sorleyson?\nNo? Well, no more do I.\"    >\n\n\"But I know that you can either make or break it. Cant you put it\nto her that she either marries you, or leaves the child and goes?\"\n\n\"No! There\u2019s to be no more talk of her going, what sort of a\ncreature would I be to turn the girl out now?\"\n\n\"And what will the countryside think?\"\n\n\"I\u2019m not feard of what the countryside thinks. Thank God, there\u2019s\nlittle chance o\u2019 us falling into their hands,\" added Echlin, turning to\nlook across the fields that lay on each side of the loanen.\n\nSorleyson followed his gaze. \"There\u2019s no happiness that way,\nHamilton.\"\n\n\"May be, maybe not. But I\u2019ll no force her to marry me, all the\nsame.\"\n\nMr sorleyson paid no more visits that day. He walked home very\nslowly thinking of the people of Rathard. He was ashamed to find that\nhe no longer felt any indignation against them. This is impossible!\nhe exclaimed angrily. These people have deliberately sinned! But he\ncould not recapture his mood of righteous disapproval. He recalled\nHamilton with his dour loyalty, not to be budged by fear of censure.\nAnd Sarah with the child in her arms. She had seemed so natural, so\nessentialy right. How futile it was to appeal to a woman like that\nfor convention\u2019s sake! He had felt a strange langour as he spoke to\nher. And now, in a moment, he realised that he did not want to blame\nthem. He envied them. These people had grasped what he had always\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"700"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna121","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna121","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rebellious, Stranger","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna121","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/Hanna121_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff115\n\nsecretly longed for - in a proper way, of course! He stopped for a\nmoment, leaning on the upper bar of a gate. The image of Sarah came\nbefore him, her smooth hair, her full bosom, her rebellious mouth.\nHe closed his eyes and clung to the gate, feeling suddenly weak.\n\nWhen he was almost home he stopped in the middle of the road.\n\"I should have offered to baptize the child.!\" he exclaimed aloud.\nThe thought kept nagging at him during dinner so that he failed to\nattend to his wife's remarks. When he did look at her, his face wore\nsuch a preoccupied expression, as though he were looking at a stranger,\nthat she ceased any further efforts at conversation.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"701"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna122","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna122","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bridie, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna122","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/Hanna122_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff116\n\nChapter Six\n\nThe brother had been lifting their potato crop in \"dribs and drabs,\"\nas they say in the townland, but now, with the ripening of the MOurne\nBanners, Stars of Down and other early breeds, they set about the work in\nearnest.\n\nIt was impossible for Sarah to go into the fields so Agnes Sampson\nbrought her neighbour, Bridie Dineen, to help with the lifting. Bridie\nwas a thin autumn-faced woman, with a crest of red hair pinned up that\ngave her the look of a hen. She had another heniike quality, for even\nwhen she was alone, she walked with a short hesitant step as if she was\nafraid of trampling one of her many children. Outside her own house she\nspoke to her neighbours with that courteous but evasive briefness that\nmarks the Catholic in a Protestant district.Before she had set her foot\nin the kitchen of Bathard Sarah disliked her.\n\nWhen the dinner was ready Sarah went down to the rowans and called\non the potato-picke. Agnes and the woman Dineen were bent over the same\ncreel. At the sound of her cry Sarah saw the redhaired stranger look up\nand lay her hand on Agne\u2019s arm. The old woman straightened her back\npainfully and nodded. As Sarah turned back to the house she saw the\nwoman staring after her.\n\nThe harvesters came up from the field, their boots shapeless masses\nof clay. Hamilton led the horse, Frank came with Petie and Agnes with\nBridie. The stopped at the ditch to wash hands and scrape their boots,\nand Sarah took them out a towel. One by one they dried their hands and\ncame in, all but Bridie. Not wanting to leave the stranger alone, Sarah\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"702"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna123","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna123","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Startled, Sarah","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna123","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/Hanna123_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff117\n\nwent to the door. She saw the woman shaking her wet hands and staring at\nthe house, then, before Sarah\u2019s eyes, she crossed herself. Sarah threw\nthe towel across the halfdoor. \"Ye may dry your hands on that,\" She said\nloudly. The woman looked at her with startled suspicious eyes. \"Thank\nye,\" she said.\n\nThen, as Sarah set their plates before them she saw Bridie flush and\ngaze at her curiously. Her sensitive conscience rankled. There could\nonly be one reason why the woman stared at her like that. The others    / *\nstarted to eat hungrily but Bridie sat with her hands in her lap, and as\nSarah stole a glance at her she saw her look pleadingly at Agnes. The old\nwoman understood in a moment what was wrong. She lifted the bacon from\nBridie\u2019s plate and put it on Hamilton\u2019s, then she drained the gravy off\nand set it before.her again. \"What ails ye?\" asked Hamilton, looking at\nthe woman.\n\n\"Nothing ava,\" she replied, smiling and glad to be at her meal.\n\n\"The day\u2019s a Friday,\" explained Agnes,\n\nHamilton struck the table, \"It is indeed. I\u2019m right and sorry,\n\nMrs Dineen. Sarah, is there anything else in the house?\"\n\n\"There\u2019s a bit o\u2019 ling, \u2019 answered Sarah, without raising her head.\n\nAn awkward silence fell on the table, broken only by Bridie\u2019s assurance\nthat she was content.\n\n\"Well, if there\u2019s fish in the house get up and cook the woman a bit\"\"\nsaid Hamilton loudly and angrily.\n\nSarah sprang from her chair, and rushing round the table snatched the\nplate from before the embarrassed woman. \"I\u2019ll get ye'a clean plate, too,\"\nshe said, girning in fury at her.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"703"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna124","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna124","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Anger, Stable","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna124","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/Hanna124_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff118\n\nBit by bit, as they started to talk again, Sarah pieced\ntogether their morning's work. She learned that Agnes and Petie\nwere picking behind Frank, driving the potato-digger. But Hamilton,\nwho had two or three drills of a long golden potato that he didn\u2019t\nwant broken by the horse, was digging them with a fork, and Bridie\nDineen was picking for him. She sat the\u00b1e, listening to them, her\nface burning with anger and humiliation.\n\nWhen the others had trooped out of the kitchen Hamilton spoke\nto her before he left for the field. \"That was a sore way ye had wi\u2019\nthat woman,\" he said abruptly.\n\nSarah turned her back on him and went on scraping dishes.\n\nAre ye heeding me?\"\n\n\"Aye, I\u2019m heeding ye.\"\n\n\"Well, listen to what I'm saying*\" He put his hand under her chin\nand drew her round, and at the touch of her face in his fingers, his\nresentment weakened. \"There\u2019s been a power o' harvesters come and gone\nhere in my father's and his father\u2019s time. Not one of them but couldn\u2019t\nsay he got good kitchen and the right money in his hand at the end o\u2019\nthe day. It\u2019ll be the same in our time. Heed that now, like a good\nwoman.\" Her soft petulant face was framed in his fingers. He bent\nand kissed her oh the mouth.\n\nShe stood motionless in the kitchen, watching him through the\nwindow as he crossed to the stable. The dishcloth had fallen from her\nhand to the floor. The words \u2019in our time* went singing through her\nlike strong wine. But the image of Bridie Dineen came back to her mind,\nand she hardened her heart in anger against that red-haired woman.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"704"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna125","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna125","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Autumn, Childhood","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna125","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/Hanna125_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff119\n\nChapter Seven\n\nMr Sorleyson was lifting his potatoes, too. He had had a few\ndrills planted and was working among thorn now, gathering sufficient\nfor dinner in a little shopping-basket. He had never been quite happy\nabout this potato-patch. In the lawn beside it grew clove-lilies,\nmignonette, sweat-william and verbena, and these, in their turn,\ncarried on a scented pageantry from spring till Autumn. To his city\nmind there was something peculiarly distasteful in this proximity of\nflowers to vegetables. In the Spring the knifesharp symmetrica] drills\nseemed uncouth beside the delicate blossoms, and even in the Summer\nwhen the dark heavy leaves of the vegetable hid the soil, they remained,\nblatantly, potato leaves.\n\nHe had often walked through his neighbours\u2019 gardens. None was so\nwell kept nor so neat as the Manse garden, There he saw dog-roses\ngrowing among beans and carnations stretching their indolent silver\nstems over shive-beds. on the whole, he had to admit, there was a\npleasing harmony in these gardens. Adn without being quite able to\nexplain why, Mr Sorleyson felt a strong aversion to this mingling of\nthe orderly with the arbitary. Perhaps it was because it ran counter\nto the attitude to which ho clung so strenously. Perhaps it was\nbecause it resembled too closely the lives of many of his congregation.\nHe had discovered that these men and women who, from childhood, had\nbeen taught to esteem righteousness, could, without any fueling of\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"705"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna126","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna126","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Potatoes, Dinner","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna126","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/Hanna126_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff120\n\ninconsistency, show a deplorable tolerance to things that were for from\nrighteous or seemly. He had come to tho conclusion that Nature, with\nher continual and invariably indiscreet fertility, was a bad example\nto simple folk.\n\nHow could he explain the grievous conduct of tho Echlin brothers\nand Sarah Gomartin? Such a catastrophe and such men and woman had\nnever before entered into Mr Sorleyson's experience. since the last\ntime he had spoken to Sarah he had set determindly for Rathard on two\noccasions. And then, whan he had got to the head of \u2019Echlin\u2019s loanen\nhe had hung about not certain as to why ho was there. Was it to appeal\nto her again to marry one of the brothers? Or had he intended to offer\nto baptize the infant? Or was it because he was tormented now with an\ninsatiable interest in her and wanted to speak to her again?\n\nWitbout waiting to lever the root clear of the earth he snatched\nthe plant so violently that the fat purple potatoes  were scattered\nwidespread. he raked them up and flung them so forcibly into the little\nbasket that it leaped on the ground. \u201dI will go!\" he said aloud and\nstabbed the potato-fork in to the soil.\n\nHe carried the potatoes into the houses and sat them on the\nkitchen floor. He changed his boots, scrubbed Ms nails and carefully\nbrushed his hair. As he was picking his hat in the hall hs heard\nthe light step of his wife on the stairs above, \" Are you going out,\ndeer?\" she called.\n\n\"I have a few calls to make - not.far away#\"\n\n\"You\u2019ll be back for dinner?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes. Of course I\u2019ll be back for dinner.\"\n\nHe rushed down the steps of the Manse and out onto the road. He\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"706"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna127","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna127","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rathard, Noble","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna127","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/Hanna127_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff121\n\nwas filled with an unreasonable anger against his wife. Why had she to\nsee him going out now? And why must she always bo so gentle and\nattentive?\n\nAn unpleasant feeling of prickly sweat and breathlessness made\nhim stop on a hill under some great beech trees. He looked around\nhim in a distracted manner. With an effort he calmed himself, and\nsitting down, took out his handkerchief and mopped his brow. \u201cIt\u2019s my\nduty to insist that the child is baptised\" he exclaimed, striking one\nhand on the other. He sprang up and pressed onward to the top of the\nhill.\n\nIn Rathard Sarah stood in a little shed open to the close, beetling\ngrain for the fowl. Hamitlton and Frank had gone to a timber auction\nin a nearby plantitlon and the boy was asleep in the bedbox in the\nkitchen. she was startled to hear a step at the corner of the shed,\nand looking up she saw the Reverend. Mr. Sorleyson.\n\n\"Good afternoon,\" said the minister, taking off his hat and\nfanning his face with it. \"It's a very warm today.\u201d\n\nThe woman looked at him supicously. \"It is. Did ye want to\nspeak to Hamilton?\"\n\n\"No, no. It was about the boy. Have you decided on a name for\nhim yet?\"\n\n\"The men have a liking for the name of Ben.\u201d\n\n\"Benjamin. That is a very noble name. Do you know what it\nmeans, Sarah?\"\n\n\"What it moans?\" She laughed. \"Names are things you\u2019re bid by,\n\nMr Sorleyson\"\n\nYes, but they\u2019ve meanings too. You name means 'a princess.'\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"707"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna128","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna128","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Conqueror, Lips","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna128","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/Hanna128_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff122\n\nShe let the beetle drop from her hands, and laughed, colouring\na little. \"A princess? And has your name a meaning, too?\"\n\n\"My name means - well, Edwin means \u2019a conqueror.\u2019\"\n\nThey looked at each other for a moment, and then Sarah said, \"And the\n\nname - Ben?\"\n\n\"Benjamin means the \u2019son of e right hand.\"\n\nHe saw her stiffen, and she bent lower over the crook in which she\nwas kneading the grain. \"Why did ye ask for the child\u2019s name?\" she\ndemanded suddenly.\n\n\"That is really why I came today. Would you like me to christen\nhim?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"I dont know. I would have to hear What the\nmen say.\"\n\nSorleyson came a little closer. \"Sarah, your boy will be called\nBen Echlin when he grows up. Will he have to be ashamed of one of his\nnames? He wont, if you marry Frank or Hamilton.\"\n\n\"Isn\u2019t it just because of that, that I cant marry either of them?\nGod in Heaven, Mr Sorleyson, dont make it harder for me nor you can!\"\n\n\"I\u2019m not making it difficult for you, I\u2019m showing you a way out\nof your difficulty. It\u2019s my duty to advise on these difficulties, Sarah.\nI tell you that you\u2019re mistaken to think that you cant marry either of\nthem! \"\n\n\"If I did what ye bid me, it would only be putting a scab on a sore.\nWhat right have I to give myself and the child to one man over the other?\"\n\n\"Do you not lean towards one of them yourself?\u201d\n\nShe straightened and looked angrily at him, her lips drawn closely\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"708"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna129","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna129","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Marry, Spiritual","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna129","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/Hanna129_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff123\n\ntogether, and Sorleyson did not press the question.\n\n\"And are you content?\"\n\n\"I\u2019m content.\"\n\nSorleyson withdrew to the corner of the shed and stood gazing\ngloomily over the lough, Sarah glanced at him once and then went on\nwith her work. It had been a defeat, and yet Sorleyson found himself\nstrangely indifferent to the outcome of the conversation, when he thought\nof Sarah and when he talked with her he felt himself pressed with\napathy towards the very course that he urged on her. All his subterfuges\nwere falling, one by one. His insistence that she should marry one of\nthe men was only a nod to the world. His offer to christen the child\nonly an excuse to bring him back again. For the first time in his life\nSorleyson really knew that there were two separate and antagonistic\nbeings in him: his spiritual self on which all his studies and hopes had\nbeen concentrated for the past twenty years, and which now, when put to\nthe trial, proved puny and impoverished, and his natural carnal curiosity\nin men and women which he had tried to stifle for so long in pious\nreadymade explanations and haIf-fulfillments such as his own tepid\nmarriage. And Mr Sorleyson, standing at the corner of the shed listened\nin fearful pleasure and did not stop his ears.\n\nAttracted by the rhythmic movements of the woman, he shifted his\ngaze to her. She had forgotten him and was completely absorbed in her\nwork. Small damp tendrils had loosened from her smooth head and curled\nher brow. He saw the firm smooth flesh of her upperarm quiver at every\nplunge of the beetle. As she withdraw the stick on its upward stroke\nher face was visible for a moment, her eyes blank as if her thoughts\nwere far away, and her moist lips open a little as she breathed.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"709"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna130","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna130","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Minister, Hills","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna130","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/Hanna130_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff124\n\nSorleyson quivered and turned in towards her. As she bent again he had\na glimpse of her body through the open neck of her dress. With silent\nfascinated steps he approached and then he bent down, and gently, as\nthough he where clasping a bird, he stretched out his hand and touched\nher bosom.\n\nShe did not recoil faster than he did. As though an electric shock\nhad passed through their bodies and hurled them apart the minister and\nthe woman stood wide-eyed, shocked and breathless, gazing at each other\nin silence. Sorleyson stood with his back pressed to the wall of the\nshed, his eyes full of horror, his hands clasped in a gesture of\nsupplication. \"Forgive me,\" he whispered, \"I dont know what I\u2019ve done.\nSome evil power cane over me.\"\n\nSarah closed the neck of her dress with her hand. \"It would be\nbetter if you went away now, Mr Sorleyson,' she said. Nothing more than\nthat. She didnt scream or cry out or run away from him. He saw that she\nwas shocked and that she pitied him and he was ashamed of the pity he\nsaw. Very timidly he came towards her. \"Sarah - I can say no more. God\nforgive us both. I\u2019ll go now.\" Ihe woman nodded gravely and he turned\nand hurried from the farm.\n\nAs he stumbled down the loanen, the roughness of the track and the\nstubborn little hills in his path slowed hi, and he became less agitated.\nHe paused at a spot in the lane sheltered from both the house und the\nroad, and sat down on a grassy bank. For the first time he thought of\nhis wife. To have had a wife with whom he was in love, what a safe\nanchorage that would have been, what stress it would have spared the\nsoul Hsoul! He turned out the palms of his hands and stared at them. Love was\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"710"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna131","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna131","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fa\u00e7ade, Rose","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna131","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/Hanna131_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff125\n\nboth a sword to pierce and a shield to protect.\n\nAnd the work to which he had dedicated his life now lay in ruins\naround him. How swiftly the facade, already honeycombed with his own\ndoubts and reservations, had crumbled. Yet knew he knew that belief and\nfaith as frail as his had borne many of his fellows to the close of their\ndays, both honoured and mourned, but they had steered clear of the\nshattering rock that he had run upon. He who had so often realised that\nall his sermons, all his counsel, could be cancelled by one deed, now\nsaw with equal clearness that one deed could not be erased by a thousand\nwords. \"How beggarly all arguments appear before a defiant deed,\" he\nquoted bitterly.\n\nHe arose and went slowly down to the road. As he walked home he\nmet a farmer and his wife, members of his congregation, driving towards\nhim in their trap. With shame and embarassment he saw the little stir\nthat passed over them as they recognised his figure. When they approached\nhim he saluted them and bowed his head so that they had no choice but to\nbid him the time of day and drive on. He didnt avoid the little cloud\nof dust that rose from their wheels. It fell on his clothes but he\nwalked on, unheeding\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"711"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna132","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna132","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Asleep, Darkness","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna132","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/Hanna132_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff126\n\nThe men came from the timber auction, tired and out-of-\nsorts, They had gone there, Hamilton looking for some sawn timber\nto build a turf-house and Frank for trimmed saplings to renew gate-\nposts. Hamilton had seen nothing to please him, and had been equally\ndissatisfied with the green wood that Frank wanted to take. \"They\nwould be in mush in a twelvemonth; we'll face up the ould stone pillars\nand make do,\" he said. So they came jogging home in the cart, silent\nand half asleep in the sun.\n\nThey ate a heavy supper and afterwards sat round the fire for a\nwhile, Frank shaking his sunburnt head and blowing violently through\nhis nostrils which always felt clogged up after a day in the sun. The\ndusk was seeping into the close and the hens had gone to roost. \"I\u2019m\naway t\u2019ay bed,\" said the younger man, yawning and rubbing his face.\nHamilton pulled on his boots and shuffled out to lock up the animals,\nwhen he came back Sarah was winding the clock. \"Was there anything\nstirring with ye, the day?\" he asked.\n\nShe replaced the clock on the mantelboar.* \"Not a soul,\" she answered.\nHe sat down, kicked off his boots again, hung his socks over the crane,\nand went down to bed.\n\nThe next morning Sarah was early afoot. The windows were still\nsquares of watered darkness when Frank was awakened by the thudding\nof the poker against the back of the hearth.He heard the wooden\ndoorbar being withdrawn and the swish of emptied water on the close.\nCurtains billowed and lamps swung gently as the early morning air\nrushed through the house. He strained his ears to catch the time.\nBut no birds chirped among the trees in the rath and away in the\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"712"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna133","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna133","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ardpatrick, Breakfast","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna133","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/Hanna133_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff127\n\ndistance he heard the faint trumpet-note 6f a cock# It\u2019s still the\nscraich o\u2019 dawn,\" he grumbled, pulling the blankets over his head, \"What\ndoes she want to be moving about at this hour for?\" HE peered over at\nHamilton\u2019s bed and saw that it was empty.\n\nHe was awakened again by Hamilton coming into the room to dress.\n\"Ye may rise, he said, for Sarah's wanting to get away to Ardpatrick\nthis morning, on an errand.\n\n\"Who's driving her in?\"\n\n\"She\u2019ll drive the wee pony herself. Rise now, like a good man, and\nno be detaining her.\" Frank yawned, swung his legs out of bed, pulled\ndown his shirt, and rubbed his face vigorously with his hand. I\u2019m glad\nwe didnae buy them bits o\u2019 posts , yesterday, he said. Hamilton smiled\nand nodded. \"We were well guided to let then be,' he answered.\n\nWhen Frank went down to the kitchen he found that Sarah was already\ndressed in her Sabbath clothes. \"Will ye bring back two or three packets\no' fegs wi' ye?\" he asked, laying some money on the table. \"Oh, and a\nbit o' plug for Petie.\" Then Hamilton remembered a few things that he\nwanted, and as Sarah supped her porridge and buttermilk she scribbled\ndown the purchases she had to make.\n\nImmediately the meal was finished she washed up, brushed the floor\nand tended the fire. There was an air of urgency and decision in her\nmovements as she hurried about the house, pushing the men aside and\nknocking tho brush against their chairlegs as they sat for their brief\nafter-breakfast smoke. Unable to bear it any longer they went out into\nthe close to finish their pipes. A few minutes later Hamilton came to\nthe door. \"I\u2019ve yoked the pony. what'11 ye do with the wean?\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"713"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna134","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna134","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Autumn, Knocknadreemally","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna134","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/Hanna134_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff128\n\nSarah turned from the mirror where she war arranging her hair\nunder her hat. I'll leave him off at Agnes's til I get back.\u201d\n\n\"Aye. He'll bo all right there, 1 don't doubt,\" said Hamilton\nrathar reluctantly as he withdrew.\n\nSarah Lifted tho boy from his crib, pulled a woollen cap on his\nhead, pinned a large shawl around him, and after bolting the halfdoor\nbehind her, carried him out to the trap. Frank had already gone to the\nfields and Hamilton was in the byre from where he appeared when he\nheard the click of the pony's hooves as it moved off.\n\n\"Will ye be back afore dark?\" he called.\n\n\"Aye, long afore dark!\u201d\n\n\"Well, I might take a dander up to Agnes's and meet ye. Heh! my\nbold boy,\" he cried to the baby, \"So long now!\" Sarah jerked the reins,\nclicked her tongue at the pony, who set off with stiff carefully placed\nforelegs down the steep rocky descent.\n\nIt was a glorious autumn morning with a feint tang of frost in\nthe air, and the climbing sun promised heat Inter in the day. As they\ndrove along the road a vermilion leaf or two came flutttering down from\nthe trees, and high above the swallows sped and circled with their\nflittering crescent wings.\n\nAs the pony wound up Knocknadremally, Sarah saw Agues and Bridie\nDineen standing on the road at the top of tht hill. Agnes had a hen\nunder her arm, and the other woman, round whose skirts two or three\nchildren swung sad played, had a tin basin in her hand, that gleamed\nand waned as it was struck by one of the shouting children.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"714"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna135","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna135","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cottage, Agnes","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna135","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/Hanna135_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff129\n\nThe faint clip-clop of the pony's hooves reached the women on\nthe hilltop. In a moment Bridli Dineen had gathered her children into\nher, and after a few hurried words to Agnes, swept them and herself\nout of the sun into the shadowy firelit depths of here cottage.\n\nAgnes waited until the trap drew up beside her. \"How are ye,\nSarah?\" she asked, and then as she saw the small shawled figure in the\ncrook of Sarah\u2019s arm, she cried \"Ah, did ye bring the wee fella! Give\nus him down here.\" Sarah climbed down with the baby in her arms. \"l\u2019m\ngoing on an errand to Ardpatrick, and I was wondering would ye look\nafter him \u2019til I get back?\"\n\n\"Aye, God bless him, I\u2019ll dae it with a heart and a half.\"\n\nTwo or three of the children had crept out again from Bridie\u2019s\ncottage and now stood blinking at Sarah and the handsome trap. Sarah\nglanced at them. \"Tell me, Agnes, why did the Dineen woman go indoors\nwhen she saw me? She went off like a clockin hen when it hears a\nmagpie!\"*\n\n\"Och, dont heed her, she said she smelt a pot boiling over.\"\n\n\"It was a quare pot boiling over! look at her noq, keeking at\nus through the window, Heth, but she\u2019s a sleeked one, that.\"\n\nAgnes cuffed the hen that was pecking listlessly at her hard\nfreckled arm. \"Och, she\u2019s like many another. She was learned as a\nchild tae stick taw the highroad for this,\" and herw she nodded at\nBridie's children, \"and she\u2019s irked when she finds another has ta\u2019en\na short cut through the dykes, and arrived wi\u2019 as much honour and more\nease.\"\n\nSarah did not know what to make of this. She searched Agnes\u2019s\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"715"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna136","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna136","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Dineen, Square","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna136","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/Hanna136_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff130\n\nface carefully, \"Is she envious o\u2019 me,then?\"\n\nThe old woman chuckled mirthlessly* \"Aye, ye could say that -\nif ye take any pride in short cuts in the matter o\u2019 bearing weans.\"\n\nSarah thrust the child abruptly into the other woman\u2019s free arm.\n\"I\u2019ll be back afore dark* Hamilton said he might take a walk up.\"\n\n\"Whenever suits ya,\" answered Agnes, and went into her cottage\nwith the child in one arm and the truant hen in the other.\n\nAs Sarah lifted the reins she remembered that she had meant to ask\nAgnes if she wanted anything brought from Ardpatrick, but she was so\nbitten into a fury by ths old woman\u2019s remarks and by her apparent\nsympathy with the Dinee-n woman, that instead of drawing up and going back,\nshe cut at the horse with the whip and set him cantoring recklessly\ndown the hill.\n\nShe was in the mood of knowing that she was criticised by a standard\nwhich she herself accepted, and was being rightfully blamed for falling\nbelow it. And while there was something furtive and cowardly in the\nmanner of the criticism, it was apt sufficient to cancel out the justice\nof it. So, as the horse drew her swiftly towards Ardpatrick she thought\nbitterly of the Dineen woman, hating her for her pharisaical pride in her\nlawful wedlock, despising her for her poverty, detesting her for her\npapishness; all by turn, and none with any feeling of sincerity.\n\nThe sun was almost overhead when she reached Ardpatrick, and the\nold market cross, aslant in the middle of the cobbled square, cast a\nblunt deep shadow over two of its four ancient watering troughs. She\ndrove slowly round the Square, peering et the nameplates beside the doors\nand clicking her tongue impatiently at the pony when he shied at the\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"716"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna137","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna137","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Pony, Registrar","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna137","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/Hanna137_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff131\n\ngeese he disturbed in their warm dust-beds. Except for the geese and two\nold women nodding in the sun at the watering\u2014troughs and a mn leaning against\na sunny wall, the Square aesiasti was deserted. Aa Sarah came up to the\nman she brought the pony to a standstill.\n\nHe was occupied in squirting long silvers of tobacco-juice in the\nshape of a fan on the flags, an occupation which promised some hours of\namusement, as the aim always dried up the first one or two spittles by\nthe time the design was completed,\n\n\"My good man,\" said Sarah, leaning out of the trap, \"would ye\nkindly move a weethin 'til I read that board behind ye?\"\n\n\"There\u2019s no call for me to move,\" responded the man raising his\neyes from the pavement. \"The board says \u2019Ardpatrick Registry of Births,\nMarriages and Deaths - Registrar, Dr. P 0. Furphy - In attendance 10\ntill 11 an\u2019 3 till 5.\u2019 And the ould boy is in there, himself, bating\nabout like a hen in nettles.\"\n\nSarah glanced at the church clock at the bottom of the Square,\nThe hands pointed to a quarter to eleven. Nodding to the man, she\nurged the pony towards the market cross. There she dismounted, eased\nthe bit, and fastened the reins to one of the sunken stone posts around\nthe cross. When she left him the pony moved towards the troughs,\nblowing on the surface of the water till his thick black lips quivered.\n\nThe Registrar\u2019s office was situated in what had once been the\nparlour of a dwelling-house, and although it was but a few feet along\nthe hall from the frontdoor, Sarah had to go up and down several steps\nbefore she reached it. The lounger\u2019s description of Dr, Furphy suited\nthat gentleman admirably. When Sarah entered he was moving aimlessly\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"717"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna138","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna138","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Mahogany, Doctor","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna138","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/Hanna138_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff132\n\naround the large dark room peering at paper-littered chairs, scratching\nat documents impaled on wire hooks hanging feom the walls abd advancing\nand retreating between tables and cabinets with irritated grunts. He\nwas a short, stout, baldheaded nan, dressed in a tweed jacket and shooting\nbreechs, and on the wall behind his desk hung a tweed hat tufted with\ntrout files.\n\nwhen Sarah entered ho retreated to a swivel ohuir and sat down with\nhis back to her, and then with s flick of his foot, swung round until she\nsaw his red bulbous profile. This tine there was a note of interrogation\nin his grunt. \"I. want to put down a child\u2019s name, said Sarah.\n\n\"Sit down, then,\" said the doctor, spurning the floor again and\nbeing carried round to his desk, a tall mahogany affair with mirrors and\nbrasswork, which, when he slid back the lid revealed a tangled bank of\npapers reaching up to overflowing pigeon-holes. He pushed some of the\npapers aside, drew out a book and opened it on the leaf of the desk. He\ndipped his pen, adjusted his spectacles, and without looking at Sarah began\nto question her.\n\n\"And what\u2019s your name - full name?\"\n\n\"Sarah Gomartin.\u2019\n\n\"Your husband\u2019s name?\"\n\nSarah, seated on the edge of the chair, remained silent, the doctor\nlooked up. Although her head was averted she flushed and touched her lips\nnervously with her fingers. Furphy raised his brows encouragingly and\nsmilled, \"The father\u2019s name?\"\n\n\"I dont know.\u201d\n\nA change came over the Doctor. HIs glance which had been kind,\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"718"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna139","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna139","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Furphy, Certificate","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna139","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/Hanna139_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff133\n\nencouraging, slightly condescending, narrowed into a stare of curiosity.\nHe noted her decent Sabbath clothes, her well\u2014gloved hands, and her\nface, which although darkened now with shame and embarrasment, bore the\nhabitual traces of firmness, independence and even'arrogance. With a\nfeeling of surprise he recalled the sound of wheels in the square and\nthe clear voice of the woman. How could this decent prosperous young\nwoman be a libertine?\n\nBut suddenly, as though it flowed into the room, he saw the\nplacid dimpled trout-stream waiting for him three miles away. He\ngrunted impatiently and drew his pen through the column that should\nhave shewn the father\u2019s name.\n\n\"Is it a boy or a girl?\u201d\n\n\"A boy.\"\n\n\"What name do you wish to call him?\"\n\n\"Andrew.\u201d\n\nThe doctor looked up again. \"You realise that, legally, his name\nwill be Andrew Gomartin?\"\n\nSarah nodded.\n\nFurphy\u2019s pen scratched on until he had filled in all the details.\n\"Do you want a certificate?\u201d\n\n\"How much is that?\"\n\n\"Two shillings and sevenpence.\"\n\nShe sat considering this, then took the money from her purse and\nlaid it on the desk.\n\nWhen he had completed the certificate, ho folded it neatly, handed\nit to her, and then held the door open as she went out. \"Good day to\nyou,\" he said.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"719"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna140","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna140","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Square, Plucking","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna140","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/Hanna140_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff134\n\n\"Good day to ye, doctor.\"\n\nHe watched her cross the square, adjust the horse\u2019s harness and\nwheel him round on the cobbles. \"B\u2019god its a strange world,\u2019' he mused,\nplucking at his lip. He stood there until she was out of sight, still\nplucking at his lip. Its a bit bright,\" he said aloud, but now he\nwas thinking of the sun on the stream.\n\nt\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"720"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna141","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna141","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Distress, Wife","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna141","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/Hanna141_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff135\n\n\n\nMr Sorleyson sat at his study table. He pushed away the books\nbefore him and one fell unheeded on the floor, spilling loose sheets\nof paper over the carpet. His open hands, twitching a little, were\nlaid on the space that he had cleared. He stared unseeingly at\nMadame  Lebrun and her Daughter on the opposite wall. Slowly a\nchange came over his whole appearance. He drew himself upright in\nhis chair, his body rigid and erect. Unexpected lines and ridges\nmarred the curve of his smooth pleasant cheeks. His habitual\nexpression of kindliness and irresolution gave way to one of turmoil\nand distress.He pressed his hands on the table until the polished\nmahogany around his fingers misted with sweat. He sat like that for\na long time then suddenly be slumped back in hia chair, and on his face\nthere was the look, of a man who had awakened from a long and restless\nsleep. He had come to a decision. For a moment a faint moisture of\nself-pity rose in his eyes, he plucked his spectacles off, wiped\nthem, and forced then on again, springing the legs painfully behind\nhis ears in exasparation.\n\nHe rose and went down to the sitting-room. His wife, her pretty\nfeet drawn under her chair, sat at the fire, knitting. As he entered\nshe laid her knitting in her lap, and smiled up him with tired\nsweetness. \"I was Just longing for a cup of tea, dear, will you stay\nand have one with me?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he replied, sitting down. opposite her.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"721"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna142","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna142","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Belfast, Shephard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna142","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/Hanna142_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff136\n\nIn a short time she was back with a tray on which sat two cups\nand saucers, buttered barnbrack, and their intimate little supper\nteapot in its woollen cosy. He cleared the leather pouffe of scissors\nand needles and the evening paper so that she could set down the tray.\n\nHe didnt speak to her as he sat there, eating his bread and\nsipping his tea and staring into the fire. But there was nothing\nunusual about that, she never expected him to speak to her, much.\nHe is thinking of his sermon she reassured herself, in accordance\nwith the pitiable game of make-believe that she had played for years.\nThen suddenly he looked across at her. \"Victoria, I\u2019ve decided to -\nto ask for a transfer to Belfast.\" The last six words came in a rush.\nFor once she was startled, \"But - I thought you wore happy, Edwin.\nDont you remember you said you had a sense of fulfilment here?\u201d\n\nHe beat his hand impatiently on the arm of his chair, \"Yes, yes,\nbut there\u2019s no scope here! I feel that I could be of more use in\nBelfast. Anyway, its time I had a change in the city.\" He was quite\nirritable by now, not so much with her as with himself. What he had\nmeant to say, calmly and with no further discussion, was, \u2019Victoria,\nI\u2019ve decided to leave the church and take up teaching, perhaps,\u2019 But\nhis courage had failed at the enormity of that, and he had retreated\neven further, in the reason he had given for leaving Ravara.\n\nBut she understood him so perfectly. Had she not dedicated herself\nfor just such as this, to be the pastor\u2019s helpmeet; the shepherd\u2019a staff\nas she once laughingly described herself at a women\u2019s meeting? ( an old\nilliterate peasant woman had rebuked her by quoting the fourth versa of\nthe twentythird Psalm).\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"722"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna143","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna143","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Saviour, Horror","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna143","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/Hanna143_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff137\n\nHow she Had loved those early days! On Saturday afternoons\nthey walked far out of the city, and there, as she sat on his\nhandkerohief on a grassy bank, Edwin would deliver his virgin sermons.\nHoe she had clasped her hands in ecstasy at some particularly felicitious\nphrase; how the tears had risen to her eyes as he dwelt on the love\nand agony of our Saviour; how ner flowerlike face had contracted in\nlittle pangs of anguish as he spoke of the erring soul and the\nJudgement to come. And then Edwin would suddenly crush the sheets\nin his hand, and runto her and take her face in his hands and kiss\nthe shadows away. Ah, happy happy days!\n\nThen as he became moody and irritable and discontented with\nher, what marvels of ingenuity and self-deception she practised on\nherserlf Were not these moods und silences and brief displays of\ntemper? the human frailities that had marked every great man? but\nslowly and reluctantly, and not without much self-reproach, she began\nto admit to herself that Edwin might not be the great divine they' both\nso fondly imagined he would be, in their courtship and early marriage.\n\nWhen Sorleyson arrived at his decision in his study that evening\nhe experienced a sense of relief far outweighing, any fear of what the\nfuture held. For the first time he had admitted to himself, openly\nand frankly, his incapability and distaste for the life of a clergy-\nman. But when he went to tell his wife his courage failed him, and\nhe left her with the idea that he would grace a pulpit elsewhere.\name idea got abroad in the townlands and among his brethern and\nfriends in the city, with growing horror he realised that he had\nmerely escaped from one plight into another which was becoming\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"723"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna144","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna144","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ravara, Manse","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna144","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/Hanna144_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff138\n\nequally unbearable. Time after time the truth trembled on his lips.\nAnd time after time, as he look'd on the patient questioning face of\nhis wife or met the bland glances of his fellow-ministers, he swallowed\nhis words.\n\nOn his last evening in Ravara Manse he sat in his study endeavouring\nto parcel up his manuscripts. His wife appeared in the doorway with a\nsmall plaster figure in her arms. \"Shall we take this?\" she asked,\nholding out her burden like a child. Soleyson felt a fresh paroxysm\nof self-reproach. That she should follow him so uncomplainingly! He\nthrew himself at her feet and putting his arms around her, buried his\nface in her dress. Suddenly the small woman shook him from her skirts\nand looking up he saw her face pink with anger. \"Get up, you foolish\nman!\" she cried. \"You nearly made me drop it on your head!\" After she\nhad gone he sat down again and began to laugh in a shamefaced way. He\nstood up and looked at himself in the mirror over the fireplace. \"I\u2019m\na sick man,\" he said, nodding dejectedly to his image.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"724"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna145","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna145","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Reverend, Relationship","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna145","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/Hanna145_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff139\n\nChapter Ten\n\nThe departure of the Reverend Mr Sorleyson and his wife was\nhardly spoken of in Rathord. So for as Hamilton and Frank were\nconcerned, any thought they had on the matter was one of relief,\nand as the Echlins had by this time completely severed themselves\nfrom Ravara church, they did not expect a renewed effort on the part\nof Sorleyson\u2019s successor to interfere in the relationship between\nthem and Sarah.\n\nWhen she first heard the news, Sarah dimly associated the\nminister\u2019s departure with the afternoon that he had come up to the\nfarm. But as she had already thrust the memory from her mind, (in\nsome way that she could not explain, it was associated with the\nmemory of her mother) and because she was incapable of understanding\nwhat a disturbance the encounter had created in the more sensitive\nmind of the man, the news roused little interest in her, and was soon\nforgotten.\n\nIsolated though they were, situated high on the hill-farm and\nalmost sufficient to themselves, the inhabitants of Rathard were not\nunaware of the criticism of their conduct by the people of the town-\nlands. The irregular menage of Rathard might have been rectified by\nthe intervention of someone with the moral authority of a clergyman.\nBut the people knew as well as he did, that his power to bring about\na more normal relationship in any home was limited to counsel and\nwarning. And the warning was, in the last extreme, limited to such\nincorporeal things us the displeasure of Providence. Having no\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"725"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna146","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna146","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Birth, Crossroads","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna146","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/Hanna146_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff140\n\neconomic hold over his flock, the minister coUld not go beyond that.\n\nAnd how potent was this warning of the displeasure of God? Men\nor women determined to pursue some selfish course, hardened their\nhearts with an ancient knowledge that the world did not behave as\nthe clergy wanted it to do, or worse still, said it did. In a drought\nthe peasants might flock to church with every mark of fervour to pray\nfor rain, but they knew that when the rain did come, it would come\nvast, rolling, drenching the world from horizon to horizon and not\nseeking out, with scrupulous justice, the meadows of the pious.\n\nFor some months after the birth of the child the Echlin brothers\nkept as close to the farm as possible, but some traffic with their\nneighbours was unavoiiable, and it was these few visitors to Rathard\nwho spread the story that Sarah Gomartin was now the master as well\nas the mistress of the farm. They found that when they bought potatoes\nin the field or straw in the haggard, it was in the house they paid the\nmoney, and it was Sarah who took it.\n\n\"And arr those pachels of brothers going to put their hearth and\nbroad into the fists of that creature!\" cried the women in exasperation.\n\"Ah, fair\u2019s fair,\" pleaded the storyteller. \"Fairs, fair, She'll never\ntake a penny too much, or give ye a penny less, to my knowing. \u2019\n\nBut the women, those shapers of opinion and prejudice, would hear\nnothing in Sarah's favour, and the men for peace's sake, agreed that she\nwas a shameless bismn and worth the watching. Yet, anong themselves, as\nthey gathered at the crossroads, there could be detected a tickled humour\nat the idea of this matriarchal household set up among then, and one nan\nexpressed the opinion that if there was any truth in the old saying that\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"726"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna147","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna147","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Martha, Economy","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna147","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/Hanna147_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff141\n\n\"a man maun ask his wife\u2019s leave to thrive then the Echlins would do\nrightly with Martha Gomartin\u2019s girl.\n\nWhile the neighbours greatly exaggerated Sarah\u2019s position in\nRathard, there was no doubt that a subtle change in relationship had\ncome about between the men and the woman. Sarah was indeed, as she\nhad told Sorleyson, behaving with strict impartiality to the brothers,\nand because of this she had unobtrusively taken control of the house.\nYet, she had not done it designedly.\n\nHamilton and Frank, for different reasons, encouraged her towards\nthis end. For all the different, even antagonistic traits in their\ncharacters, they were both men of a fibre who did not willingly repudiate\na deed whether it proved to be profitable or otherwise. Now that the\nchild was born and the brothers realised the disrepute into which they\nhad fallen, they felt the necessity to achieve some unity among themselves.\nFor that an equilibrium was necessary so they accepted Sarah\u2019s manage-\nment of the economy of the farm.\n\nIt would have been unatural if the woman had not felt some triumph\nat this turn of circumstance. But soon it became a matter of acceptance.\nIt is the man and woman who are unsure of themselves who are for ever\ntriumphing over their work. But Sarah stood above, and accomplished\nevery task with ease. She had the prudence, the physical persistence,\nthe etrnal patience of the peasant. With hamilton, she felt a deep\nfeeling of understanding, of being cherished, but with Frank she knew\nthat the truce was only temporary, She shared herself between them both,\nin body and in mind, and so disarmed the younger brother.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"727"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna148","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna148","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Andrew, Cough","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna148","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/Hanna148_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff142\n\nChapter Eleven\n\nBy slow degrees the boy Andrew learned to walk. He was over\nfourteen months old before he made his first stumbling Journey, one\nSunday afternoon, from the hands of his mother over a good three yards\nof the kitchen floor to the safe haven between Frank\u2019s knees. Hamilton\nwas brought up from the parlour by the excited and gleeful laughter, and\nthe three adults squatted round the child as he sat on his creepy stool.\n\"Again, son, again,\" pleaded Sarah, holding up a muscatel raisin. But\nthe child sat gazing at his pink feet in solemn wonder. He was raised\nup and unleashed a dozen times from the hands of his mother or the men.\n\nAll possible combinations of propulsion and attraction were tried but\nAndrew walked no more that day. The next day, at the midday meal, he\nclambered down from his high chair and went staggering after the dog.\nHalfway across he lost his balance, spun round slowly and sat. down on\nthe tiles. From then on, his progress was speedy and each day saw him\nventure further and further from the hearth until his tiny figure,\ndressed in shawl and petticoats, was to be seen daily among the dogs,\npigeons and fowl that inhabited the close.\n\nOne night Sarah was awakened by the coughing of the boy. Rising,\nshe lighted a candle, and crossed over to his cradle. Shading the candle\nwith her hand she looked down into the face of her son. He lay on his\nback and as she bent over him his mouth gathered into an 0, and a cough,\nfollowed by a peculiar indrawn whoop shook him violently. Then he was\nseized by a paroxysm of coughing until he lay weak and trembling, a\nskein of spittle on his cheek.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"728"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna149","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna149","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Woman, Coughing","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna149","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/Hanna149_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff143\n\nThe coughing began again and the young mother raised the child in\nher arms in an effort to ease him, but this seemed only to aggravate the\nattack. Hurrying down to the kitchen she blew up the dying fire and\nheated a little milk. When she gave it to the boy it seemed to soothe\nhim and he lay back in her arms with his eyes closed. Then he retched\nthe milk up which had curdled in his stomach, and the cough came again\nwith greater voilence. The child\u2019s face darkened, and he grasped\nSarah\u2019s nightdress convulsively while he drew breath in great whoops\nof sound that terrified the woman. Looking towards the inner door\ndistractedly, the mother heard noises beyond the wail, and first\nHamilton and then Frank appeared, blinking and screwing up their eyes.\n\"What ails him, Sarah?\" asked Frank, padding forward on his bare feet\nand peering down at the boy. \"I\u2019m feard it\u2019s the hooping-cough,\" answered\nthe mother. \"One of ye may go and fetch Agnes.\" Hamilton had already\nleft the room and in a few minutes he reappeared, with jacket and trousers\npulled on and unlaced boots on his feet. He brought a hurricane lamp\nwith him which he proceeded to trim and light. \"If you\u2019re going, dont\ndelay, Hami,\" pleaded Sarah, as he closed the globe. He left the house\nand went out into the close which was bathed in keen white moonlight.\n\nUnder the moon the lamp became a pallid globe of light. He extinguished\nit, and setting it on the ditch, hurried down the loanen.\nIt seemed hours before Frank and Sarah heard the measured clack of\nfeet ascending the loanen. The old woman came in and lifted the boy from\nhis cradle. \"Aye, its the hooping-cough,\" she said. She told Sarah to\nheat some water while she held the child\u2019s wrists to ease the strain on\nthe little body. When the water was heated she mixed a draught that she\nhad brought with her, and made the boy drink it. The coughing eased\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"729"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna150","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna150","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sky, Agnes","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna150","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/Hanna150_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff144\n\nconsiderably, the vomiting ceased, and as the first light of day crept\ninto the sky. The boy fell asleep. Agnes stood up and shook herself.\n\"The wean will be as right as rain in a day or two,\u201d she said. \"And hold\nyour tongue like a good woman,\u201d she continued, when Sarah tried to thank\nher. She smiled and shook her head as she looked at the woman and the\ntwo men gathered round the cradle. \"It\u2019s a quare world,\" was her last\nremark as she left the house.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58","Nid":"730"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna151","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna151","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Wine, Reddish","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna151","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/Hanna151_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff145\n\nChapter Twelve\n\nTime, and Agnes\u2019s ipecacuanha wine rid little Andrew of his whooping-\ncough and the only reminder he had of his illness was a peculiar singing\nnote in his ears, which remained with him when he had recovered. Sarah\nwould discover him lying in same out-of-the-way corner with a strange\nrapt look on his face as he listened to the rushing noise, like a\ntiny waterfall in his head* \"Water, mammy,\" he would say, \"water,\" and\npress his fresh young cheek against hers, but his mother could never\nhear the water, and eventually as he became used to it, he ceased to\nmention it any more.\n\nHe was a swift inquisitive child, strong limbed, with fair reddish\nhair and dark eyes. He had Frank\u2019s short square fingers, and in those\nunguarded moments when the initiated claim to perceive the parentage, he\nshowed a resemblance to the younger brother. He spent most of his time\nwith Hamilton in the outhouses among the animals or in the fields, and\nsometimes, as he considered some childish task his face would take the\nsome pondering look, and he would splay his tiny legs as the man splayed\nhis.\n\nIt was a great day in Hathard when his third birthday arrived and\nhe discarded his petticoats for ever and was buttoned into his first\nknee-breeches. Sarah invited Agnes and Petie for the great ocassion,\nand Hamilton, who carried the message to Knoeknadreemally, suggested\nto Agnes that she might bring young Con Dineen with her, now a boy of\nfour. But when the old couple arrived they were alone. \"Did ye no\nfetch Owen\u2019s wean?\u201d asked Hamilton as they came into the kitchen.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"731"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna152","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna152","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bridie, Gifts","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna152","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/Hanna152_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff146\n\nAgnes shook her head impatiently. \"I did not.\u201d\n\n\"And why for not?\u201d persisted Hamilton, as she lifted up Andrew.\n\n\"I went into Bridie\u2019s and told her that ye bid Con to Rathard for Andra\u2019s\nbirthday. \u2019That's kindly o' Mr Echlin,' says she, \u2019but I'm no sure he can\ngo. His da's no at home.' And then she goes lilting round the house\nand making no shift to wipe the wean's face. 'Bridie,' says I, 'leave over\nyour fooling like a good woman, and answer me - is the wean coming or no?\n'Ach, Agnes,' says she, 'sure I havena a clean jersey to put on the cratur.'\nBut I could see by the look o' her that it was only a put-off. 'Peh,' says\nI and left her.\"\n\n\"Maybe you\u2019re satisfied now\" cried Sarah, her eyes bright with\nanger.\n\n\"Maybe the wean hadna a clean Jersey for all my knowing or your\nknowing,\" returned Hamilton calmly, and said no more about.it.\n\nBut this initial unpleasantness was soon forgotten, and they sat\ndown to the birthday tea. The young Andrew sat at the head of the table\nin his grandfather's great rope-bottomed chair and had three slices of\ndeil's bun, a dark rich bread flavoured with treacle, spice and fruit,\nand usually kept for Hallowe\u2019en.\n\nAfter the tea the gifts, Agnes brought him an old silver caddy\nspoon with which to sup his porridge; Petie gave him a money-box made\nfrom a cows horn; Sarah hanselled him by dropping a brand new shilling\ninto his breek\u2019s pocket; Hamilton gave him a carved boretree whistle,\nand,Frank, slipping out mysteriously amid all the gift-giving, came\nback again leading a black-nosed, delicate-footed kid.\n\n\"What d'ye say to that now, son?\" asked Sarah.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"732"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna153","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna153","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Lough, Moneybox","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna153","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/Hanna153_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff147\n\n\"Thank ye,\" answered the boy, lifting his shy flushed face from\nthe kid\u2019s neck.\n\nThen, when he had gone to bed, the older folk gathered round the\nfire. The shadows were creeping up from the lough when at last Agnes\nstood up. \"I hope the Good Man looks down on the wean and sends him\nmany another birthday,\" she said. \u201dAye, indeed,\" said the others.\nSarah took the shilling from the boy\u2019s breeches pocket and put it into\ntho cowhorn moneybox on the mantelshelf.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"733"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna154","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna154","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rathard, Hill","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna154","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/Hanna154_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff146\n\nChapter Thirteen\n\nNow that Andrew was a man of breeks, with a dog and a goat of\nhis own, he willingly permitted curiosity to lead him into the fields\nand dykes around the hill of Rathard. The terrier, a fat and genial\nbraggart, and the boy, as yet as innocent and merry as the dog, could\nplay for hours beside the little stream that trundled round the hill\nto the lough. Politely they broke their play for a moment to applaud\neach other; the dog to stand with trembling logs, stiff ears, and\npanting mouth, as a boat was launched and slipped away lying over to\na full press of feathers, the boy to kneel fearfully beside the dog\nas he tore with savage intent at an otter\u2019s den until the ravager tired\nof it and scampered off unabashed, revealing a shallow muddy groove in\nthe bank.\n\nSo, as they ranged the land, Andrew came upon the road. It ran\naway on either hand, rising and falling, curving between its hedges,\nand smooth to the finger and eye with a white floury dust. Then one\nday he saw Petie descending Knocknadreemally, and ran to meet him.\nFrom then on he was allowed to walk with his dog to the Sampson\u2019s house,\nit being agreed that he should start at set times and that Petie would\nwatch for him from the top of the hill, so that he was passing out of\nthe range of one watchful eye to come under the view of another.\n\nHe loved going to Petie\u2019s house. Agnes made toffes in the shape\nof little boys and he experienced a fearful pleasure in biting off their\nheads and feet. She held great pink shells to his ears, but though he\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"734"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna155","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna155","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Dineen, Petie","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna155","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/Hanna155_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff149\n\nlaughed he knew that it was the insistent, ever-present singing in his\nown ears that he heard. In the heart of a tiny rock-fringed knowe she\ntaught him to plant a garden with cowslips and marigolds. Then, in the\nevening, when Petie came in, and before his mother came to fetch him\nhome, he would sit with the old man on the long stone before the door,\nand Petie would play his flute or whistle below his breath while he beat\nout the rhythm of a lambeg drum with two twigs on the legs of his moleskin\ntrousers, and the dogs, stretched in the warm dust, snapped at flies and\ncuffed each other lazily.\n\nHe never spoke to Con Dineen. One afternoon as he climbed Knockna-\ndreemally he saw the read-headed boy sitting with Petie on the low wall\nthat separated the little pebbled closes before the cottages. Fingering\nthe marbles in his pocket, Andrew quickened his step, but as he appeared\nin sight of Dineen\u2019s window he heard Mrs Dineen call \"Co-o-oni Con, come\nin at once, I\u2019m needing you\"\" and the boy with a long reluctant look at\nAndrew, went indoors with hanging bead.\n\n\"What happened to the other wee fella?\" asked Andrew of Petie.\n\n\"Didn\u2019t ye hear his ma calling on him?\u201d\n\n\"Will he be lot out tae play marlies wi' me?\"\n\n\"Son, Con\u2019s a papish.\"\n\n\"Aye. Will he be let out tae play marlies wi' me?\"\n\n\"Did ye hear what I telt ye, Andra?\"\n\nBut the simple child, ignorant of the wisdom of his elders persisted\nin his question until Petie led him away to watch the waterhens on the\nlinthole behind the cottages.\n\nThat evening when his mother came for him he was sitting on the\nroad sifting the warm white dust through his toes. He jumped up when\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"735"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna156","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna156","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sarah, Andrew","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna156","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/Hanna156_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff150\n\nhe s\u00bbw her, and taking her hand led her to Agnes\u2019s cottage.\n\n\"I saw ye with Petie at the linthole,\" she said, smiling\ndown at him, \u2019were ye swimming a boat?\u201d\n\n\u201dNo. We were watching the wee black birds docking in the water.\nMa,\u201d he said as they were passing Dineen\u2019a cottage, Sarah looking\nstraight ahead. \"I was going to play marlies wi\u2019 the wee fella that\nlives in there, but his ma called on him to come in.\u201d\n\nSarah stopped abruptly, her face flushing with anger. \"Andra,\"\nshe said, shakin his hand to give her words emphasis, \"if I ever\ncatch ye speaking to one of that breed, i\u2019ll draw my hand across the\nside of your head. D\u2019ye hear me?\"\n\n\"Aye,\u201d\n\n\"I\u2019ll no let ye come back to Petie and Agnes,\" a threat that had\nmuch greater effect on the child.\n\nThe boys were to see each other again that evening, for the last\ntime. It was the evening hour, between darkness and light, when blue\nwraiths creep over the fields, the white dust ceene for a moment to\nbe luminous, and dark little winds come to roost in the hedges. This\nis the time theft country children, reprieved from bed for another\nminute dart round the houses in their bare feet, their hearts full\nof a delicious terror of the dusk.\n\nAndrew, tiring of the talk, went out and sat on the wall. Con\nwas kneeling disconsolately in the window of his house, staring out\nat the glowing twilight. The eyes of the boys met in a long searching\nstare. Each w\u00abs searching the other for that longed-for acknowledgment.\nWhen both of them, with poisoned words still percolating through their\nyoung minds, witheld it, there could be only one result, Andrew screwed\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"736"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna157","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna157","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cottage, Agnes","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna157","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/Hanna157_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff151\n\nhis face into a horrible grimace and Con stuck out his tongue as far\nas the roots would permit. Then, feeling the smooth and pleasant\ncoolness of the glass, Con flattened out his tongue on the pane.\nIt stuck there, like a poppy petal, between his face and the window,\nand the boy outside forgot his enmity, and laughed, and edged forward\na little the better to see. Con winked, and as he winked he was\nsuddenly plucked backward into the darkness of the kitchen and his\nplace was taken by his mother, angrily wiping the damp mark from the\npane, and avoiding the questioning eyes of the child outside.\n\nMeanwhile, in the cottage, Sarah, Agnes and Petie sat round the\nfire drinking tea. Suddenly Petie said I heard toll that the Bourkes\nare selling out all the land beyond the road to the lough.\u201d Agnes\npaused with her cup halfway to her mouth, waiting for her husband to\ncontinue, but as he did not, she asked with some asperity, \"Does that\nmean the cottages, too?\u201d\n\n\u201dAye, it\u2019ll mean the cottages, too,\u201d said Petie, in a tone of\npatient explanation. \"Considering that the cottages sit twixt the\nroad and the lough, it\u2019ll mean the cottages, too, woman dear.\"\n\n\"And did it dawn on ye that we\u2019re living in one of them?\"\ndemanded Agnes, annoyed by her husband\u2019s reiterative reply. \"Whare\ndid. ye hear this story?\"\n\n\"Stewartie Purdy heard tell of it at McIlveen\u2019s auction rooms\nyesterday, and he told me the-day.\"\n\nAgnes turned to Sarah. \"Did ye ever see the match of that man?\nThe roof might he sold over our heads and he would never think o\u2019 going\nup to see Mr Bourke and making sure that we\u2019re no moved! I declare to\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"737"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna158","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna158","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Horizons, Blackbird","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna158","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/Hanna158_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff152\n\nGod, Sarah, there\u2019s not his equal between here and Cork!\"\n\nBut Sarah did not appear to be very interested in the sale of the\ncottages, and when Andrew appeared again, she bade him get ready to go\nhome.\n\nThe boy\u2019s horizons widened slowly. in those summer days he saw\ncattle moving over the fields other than the cattle of Rathard, dogs other\nthan his own dog, and men other than Hami1ton and Frank. One evening as he\nplayed on the road, dipping along the cool cloisters of the hedge for wild\nstrawberries, he come upon several young farm-labourers stretched out in\nthe late sunshine at the mouth of a loanen opposite to Echlins. As he\npassed them, one of the young men raised himself on his elbow and spoke\nin a soft lazy voice to the boy. He was a handsome fellow with a smooth\nolive skin and dark eyes, \"There's the wee by-blow,\" he said. \"Son, you\u2019re\na wee by-blow, you\u2019re a wee bastard.\" Andrew, shy but delighted at being\nspoken to by the man, smiled at him us he passed. One of the loungers\nlaughed and the dark-skinned follow raised his voice softly and called\nafter the boy, \"You're a wee by-blow, son, ye doat know who you\u2019re da is!\"\nThe boy, warmed by the man's soft voice and smile, turned and laughed\ngleefully, then he hurried homeward, skipping occasionely on the dusty\nloanen as he dipped into the hedges like a blackbird.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"738"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna159","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna159","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Carnations, Suspecting","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna159","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/Hanna159_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff153\n\nChapter Fourteen\n\nThe three of them sat round the hearth, Sarah was flowering a\npiece of linen, Frank was filling the tobacco pipe which of late he was\naffecting, and Hamilton sat with his thumbs hooked in his belt, gazing\nat the rafters. The fire, subdued after its daylong struggle with the\nsun, was falling down in feathery puffs of ash. From the window opening\nout onto the garden came the spicy odour of carnations and the piping of\nhoming bees.\n\nThe woman and the men were silent and yet there was a feeling in the\nroom as if a voice had but ceased and all three were weighing what had\nbeen said. Hamilton rose, and going a few steps into the open air, stood\nscratching, his chin and gazing at the fields between Knockndreemally and\nthe lough. He came in and sat down without speaking and again took up\nhis contemplation of the rafters, occasionally rasping his unshaven chin\nwith his hand. Frank rose and sidled toward? the door. He walked out\nbeyond the rowans, scarcely glancing at the fields that had held his\nbrother's attention. He strolled round the farmhouse, aimlessly kicking\nstones and twigs across the floor of the rath. What ailed him that he\nhad always to be suspecting the woman? She had told them about Bourke\nselling the cottages and the land as if she thought they had a right to\nknow. And she had done right there, he had to admit. Bourke\u2019s land lay\ninto theirs from the road to the lough. And yet he had a notion that there\nwas more behind her words than that.Was she thinking of her son that\nwould come after Hamilton and himself? At that thought there arose upper-\nmost in his mind something that had been irking him for weeks. He was\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"739"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna160","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna160","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Auction, Approval","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna160","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/Hanna160_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff154\n\ngrowing away from this house. He was tiring of Sarah and her calm pale\nlooks and her love in which there was neither passion nor endearment.\nPerhaps these lands might be a means of escape. He hurried round to the\nfront of the house again and stood looking over the fields with even more\nattention than Hamilton had done. Potatoes and corn there, he noted, a\nbit o' flax along the side of that planting, grazing at the lough where\nthe cattle could water. He regretted there wasnt a decent farmhouse on\nthe land, and for a moment raised envious eyes to Quinn\u2019s-o\u2019-the-Hill,\na snug homestead that crowned ihe opposite hill, atwin to Rathard.\n\nHe went back into the kitchen and sat down again. Sarah glanced at\nhis face and then dropped her eyes to her embroidery. Hamilton vas grunting\na little as he tugged at his boots. \"I think we might see your man Bourke,\nand lay him a reserve offer afore the auction,\" said teo young man looking\nat his brother. There was silence as Hamilton methodically drew the laces\nout of the holes. \"I\u2019ll sleep on it \u2019til the morn,\" he answered at last.\n\nHis brother locked up sharply. \"I\u2019m for it,\" he said.\n\n\"And I\u2019m neither for it or against it, \u2019til the morn,\" replied the\nother, dropping his boots in the corner. \"Sarah, get, us a bite o\u2019 supper,\nthere\u2019s a good woman.\"\n\nBut in the morning when Hamilton had walked round the fields, he was\nfor it. At the dinner table the two men argued and calculated, going out\nhalf-a-dozen times to look at the fields, and between them, Sarah sat\neating her dinner, as demure as a mouse.\n\nAt last a bid was decided upon, safe, but not too extravagant. At the\nlast moment it was increased as a result of Sarah's casual remark that they\nshould expect to offer a bit more than the bidders whose farms lay some\ndistance from the auctioned land. This opinion met with the approval of\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"740"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna161","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna161","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Carthouse, Pounds","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna161","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/Hanna161_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff155\n\nthe brothers and the offer wan raised by twentyfivw pounds. After dinner,\nFrank drove over to Bourke\u2019s to make the offer. He came back dissatisfied\nand excited, like a gambler, to say that they were too late, by a day, to\nbuy the land by private deni, that it was now In the hands of Messrs Gomm\nand Bean, Ardpatrick, and that Nr Bourke had agreed to write to these\ngentlemen, conveying the brother' offer. There was an air of restless-\nness about Frank that evening and during tha next two or three days, and\neven Sarah found it difficult to conceal her excitement and apprehension.\nBut the moment the offer had been decided upon, Hamilton seemed to have\nforgotten the matter, and went about his work without as much as glancing\nat the fields that might soon be his.\n\nAt eleven o\u2019clock on the morning of the auction Sarah climbed onto\nthe rocf of the carthouse. A long procession of traps and carte crawled\nslowly up Knocknadreemallylly and down the other side until they were\nbalanced, as it were, over the brow of the hill. There they halted, and\nthe drivers got out and clustered round the auctioneer where he stood\nbetween the two cottages and at the head of the fields. She could almost\nimagine she saw the pale bewildered face of Bridie Dineen peering from\nthe tiny window at the back of the cottage. Was the redhaired woman\nwondering now which of these men, tall or short,shouting noisily or\nbidding in dry silent nods, would be her new landlord? Sarah, for a\nmoment, shared the other woman\u2019s anxiety. Perhaps, for all she knew,\nthe brothers had been outbid long ago. But Frank was there to raise\nthe offer another twentyfive pounds. After what seemed a long time,\nbut was really only fifteen minutes, the crowd of men dispersed slowly\nand went back to their vehicles. She descended from the roof, and\ndrawing a shawl over her head, hurried down the loanen to the road.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"741"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna162","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna162","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Knocknadreemally, Rathard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna162","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/Hanna162_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff156\n\nSpeeding down Knocknadreemally towards her with its slender spokes\nquivering in the sunlight, came a sulkie, drawn by a nutbrown high-stepping\npony with yellow bandaged fetlocks. In it sat Frank and a man with a\nyellow vest. At a word from Frank the driver slackened as they approached\nthe loanen-mouth where Sarah stood, withdrawn into the shade of the hedge.\nFTank did not dismount immediately but sat for a moment talking to his\ncompanion. Sarah, from the seclusion of the hedge recognised the driver\nas Mr Lalor Barke, the owner of the cottages. He was a cheerful pouchy-\nfaced young man trigged out. in a tweed jacket, bedfords, and a yellow\nwaistcoat with dark leather buttons. As he sat there, curbing the nervous\nanimal that danced on the road, he did not seem to be downcast that still\nanother part of his family lands, which, according to the old men, had\nonce stretched as far as the eye could see from any hill in the three\ntownlands, had been melted down into cash to be poured out on the race-\ncourses of Leopardstown, the Curragh, or across the water in Aintree.\nAt last, after shaking hands with Bourke, Frank got down and the pony and\nthe sulkie shot away, the dapper driver touching his cap with his whip\nto Sarah.\n\nThe girl rushed out impatiently. \"Well, did ye come any speed?\u201d\n\"Aye, girl dear, 1 did indeed! And with the first bid, too! we\nwere ten pounds above the best call, but \u2019 t'is better to be safe nor sorry!\n\nThe woman stopped and turned to look over the newly-purchased fields.\n\"And now its all Efchlin land as far as Quinn's-o\u2019-tha-Hill.\"\n\n\"Aye, \u2019tis,\"\n\n\"Ye know, Frank, I\u2019ve been thinking. When you are lifting the praties\nfrom that lough field it'll be a loug traich up to Rathard. Would it no be\nbetter to clear one o\u2019 the cottages on top o\u2019 the hill for a pratie-house?\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"742"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna163","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna163","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Dineen, Frankie","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna163","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/Hanna163_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff157\n\nThe young man scratched his head and looked at the cottages referred\nto. \"Ye know, 5arah, that\u2019s a brave good idea,\" he said. \"Clear one o\u2019\nthe cottagers right away,\"\n\n\"But no the Sampsons\u2019.\"\n\n\"No, we couldna clear the Sampsons.\"\n\nHe looked at her but her eyes would not meet his. He knew now why\nshe had told them about the sale of the land, and marvelled that spite\nagainst Bridie Dineen could drive this woman into such a torturous plan\nof achieving her desire. \"Clear one o\u2019 the cottages,\u201d he repeated, and\nlaughed as though something had dawned on him.\n\nThey climbed the loanen together. The woman may have seen the noisy,\nliving, little home with its smoking chimney turned into a potato-house\nwith shuttered windows and hay-auction bills plastered on its padlocked\ndoor. But Frank saw a different picture. For him the cottage had been\nswept away completely, and he saw there a tall white house with a slated\nroof, low pebble-dashed walls facing on the road, fuschia at the gate, a\ngreen door, a shining knocker and a fanlight as handsome as the Bourkes.'\nAnd in the house? In the house he imagined a woman, dark, slim, light of\nfoot, lighting up the rooms with her laughter. But she eluded him and he\ncould not see her face.\n\nHamilton came into the house shortly before supper. \"Well, ye dont\nknow what\u2019s happened here!\" said Sarah, as she slid a hot plate onto the\ntable. The dark man smiled. \"I know rightly. Stewartie yelled it at me\nover the breadth o\u2019 three fields. Well, Frankie, how did we come out?\"\nhe continued, turning to his brother.\n\nOur first offer was ten pounds over the next best. But I suppose we\ncanna reproach ourselves on that?\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"743"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna164","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna164","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Harvest, Fiddling","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna164","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/Hanna164_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff158\n\nHamilton slapped him on the shoulder. \"Dont be blething, man\ndear. What\u2019s tenpounds when ye have to speak in hundreds? ye did bravely.\"\n\n\"There's another thing,\u201d said Frank as they sat down at the table,\n\u201dQuinn was at me about letting the grazing at the lough.\"\n\n\"Well, we wont say aye, yes, nor no to that, \u2019til we have time to\nlook round us,\" answered his brother. 'Our worry'll be the lifting o\u2019\nthe praties and corn from Bourke\u2019s fields. We may get another hand or\ntwo frae Banyil.\"\n\n\u2019And there\u2019s the housing o\u2019 the crops,\" said Sarah.\n\n\"Aye, there\u2019s the housing o\u2019 the crops. We couldna get the barn\ndoor closed on the last harvest, and the haggard's no grown any since last\nyear.\"\n\n\"Ye may clear one o' the cottages on the hill.\"\n\nHamilton laid down his spoon and stared at her. \"In the name o\u2019 God,\nwoman! We canna put the craturs out on the road for a wheen av bags o'\ncorn and praties!\"\n\n\"There\u2019s no talk of them going out on the road. There's more cottages\nnor one in the countryside.\"\n\n\"We didna buy the Dineens wi\u2019 the land!\" Frank burst out angrily.\n\n\"And we're no going to be held up by the likes o' them. This thing's\ntwist you and me,\" he continued pointedly. \"And that\u2019s my say, flat and\nplain.\"\n\n\"You\u2019ve taken a very sudden scunner at the Dineens.\"\n\n\"I\u2019ve taken no scunner at the Dineens. But there\u2019s no good saying\none thing and thinking another. \u00bbW\u2019ll be looking that cottage afore the\nharvest, so what's the use of all this farting and fiddling around?\" He\npaused, and then added, \"As Sarah says, there\u2019s more nor one place they\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"744"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna165","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna165","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Estate, Trees","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna165","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/Hanna165_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff159\n\ncan go to in the countryside.\"\n\nThe three of them continued eating in silence, not one of them\nhonestly believed that it was necessary to turn the Dineens out. Had\nit been any other family the brothers would have put themselves to any\ninconvenience to find another storage house. Yet they, and even Sarah,\nliked Owen Dineen. But deep down in all three the centuries-old enmity\nagainst the papist stirred, and neighbourliness and a more ancient kinship\nwere forgotten,\n\n\"Well, the both of ye seem to be set on this,\" said Hamilton, rising.\n\"But we'll make no move 'til you've seen Mr Bourke, Frank, and got another\nplace for Owen and his family. Are ye agreed to that?\" Frank nodded\nwithout speaking.\n\nAnd Frank found them a house. Two mornings later, when he had been\nover to Bourke's estate, he came in to say that Bourke had agreed to let\na cottage on his land, and that he had gone up to Knocknadreemally and\ngiven Owen his notice.\n\n\"Where\u2019s the house?\" asked Sarah.\n\nThe young man narrowed his eyes and smiled. \"Ye know it well. Ye\nwere bred in it.\u201d\n\n\"My mother\u2019s house!\"\n\nHamilton laid his hand on her shoulder. \"There,Sarah, dinna take on.\nThings will aye be someway. Your mother wouldna hae minded. I'm sure o\u2019\nthat.\" she shook his hand from her shoulder and turned her back on them.\nFrom that moment she began to hate Frank.\n\nWhen the morning of Dineen's removal came she went to the door a\nscore of times to look up at Knocknadreemally. She saw the smoke of the\nbreakfast fire pluming up through the trees, and then at last, it vanished.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"745"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna166","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna166","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Road, Donkey","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna166","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/Hanna166_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff160\n\nA short time later she hurried out and climbed up on the shed roof and\ngazed towards the distant road. A little procession was coming down the\nhill. First Owen leading a borrowed donkey and cart in which was piled\nthe few furnishings of his house. On top of that were the two youngest\nbabies. Then came the red-haired woman with a child at each hand. Before\nthey had disappeared into the dip Sarah descended from the roof. Her face\nwas grey and sullen. Now was the time of her triumph, and it had turned to\nashes in her mouth.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"746"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna167","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna167","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bird, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna167","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/Hanna167_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff161\n\nChapter Fifteen\n\nDuring the warm grey days, Andrew was rarely indoors with his\nmother. At four years of age he was nearing the day when he would have\nto go to school, but now he was growing hardened and knowledgeable in the\noutside world. He was not very intimate with Frank. Of the two brothers,\nFrank might have been the more entertaining and instructive, for he had\ninherited his father\u2019s lore of the countryside. But when he and Andrew\nwere together in the fields or the outhouses, the man always seemed shy\nor too voluble, until the boy, sensitive to the man\u2019s unrest, wandered\naway. At that time the vivid memorable threads of his young life were\ninserted by Frank. It was he who took Andrew with him when the boy\u2019s\nfavourite heifer was driven off to be served by Hurdle's bull, when Sarah\nheard of this jaunt, she was very angry, but she dare not speak of it to\nthe boy himself and did not care to tell Hamilton, so that, unwittingly,\nshe was restrained from tainting the boy\u2019s fresh unfolding curiosity.\nIt was Frank who discovered the boy screaming with terror and anger in\nthe rath, one afternoon. He was drawn up on the grassy wall, nursing\nhis cheek, and before him danced a white cock, crowing boastfully.\nThe man hurried away without speaking and came back with a broom.\n\"Here, go for him. Gie him a dunt wi' that!\" he ordered. Slowly and\nfearfully the boy clambered down towards the fuming cock. He charged\nthe bird, struck him on the breast and knocked him spurs over comb.\nThe cock picked himself up and went scuttling out of the rath with his\nwings trailing and Andrew racing after him. Frank overtook him as he\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"747"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna168","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna168","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Life, Bastard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna168","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/Hanna168_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff162\n\nleant against the corner of the house, breathless, between laughter and\ntears.\n\nBut it was Hamilton who filled the weft of his life. With him he\ncould walk the fields or sit for hours in the barn where Hamilton practised\nhis hobby of basket-making. As the man bent and thumped the scobes the boy\nwould patiently imitate him with lighter reeds until, his childish fancy\ntiring of the game, he would produce a knotty and cracked plait of grass.\nThey sat together one day in the barn while Hamilton contrived an egg-basket\nfor Sarah. The boy sat some little distance from the man, singing softly to\nhimself, half-in and half-out of a beam of sunlight that slanted through the\nopen door and set his hair gleaming every time ho raised his head to watch\na butterfly lurch across the sunlight, or a hen trot in, pause with upraised\nleg, and then retreat with a querulous matter.\n\nThe boy, who was scooping the white pith from a piece of boretree,\nturned round to pick up a pretty speckled feather which he could use as\na sail. For the first time the words of his song became audible to Hamilton:\n\nI'm a wee by-blow,\nI'm a wee bastard -\n\nThe man threw down the basket and springing across the barn plucked the child\nto his feet. \"What was that I heard ye singing!\" he shouted. Andrew, who\nhad burst into a gleeful laugh at Hamilton's rush, was frozen into silence\nat the sight of the man's glowering face, \"What were those words ye were\nsinging?\" Hamilton shouted and shook him roughly. Frightened by the shaking\nand the angry persistent questions, Andrew burst into tears, Hamilton raised\nhis hard cupped hand and then paused and looked down at the boy's face.\nGathering him up under his arm he hurried into the house with him. At his\nrepeated calls, Sarah appeared from the dairy. \"Ach, what's wrong wi' the\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"748"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna169","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna169","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Andrew, Kitchen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna169","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/Hanna169_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff163\n\nwean?\" she crooned, taking him on her lap. Realising that the boy was\nnot hurt she looked up at Hamilton, and like Andrew was startled at what\nshe saw there. \"What\u2019s wrong, Hami?\" she demanded sharply.\n\n\"I heard him calling himsel a bastard. Where did he hear that word?\nWho learned him to call himself that?\"\n\nSarah raised the boy\u2019s head from her shoulder. \"Son, what was it\nye said?\"\n\nIn a voice broken by sobs, Andrew repeated the words to his mother.\nHamilton knelt before him as he sat in Sarah\u2019s lap. \"Andra, who telt ye\nthat? What body did ye hear saying that?\"\n\nEncouraged by his mother, the boy pointed out of the window in the\ndirection of the road. \"A man down there. He raid I had no Da.\" The man\nand the women gazed at each other dumbly. Slowly Hamilton rose to his feet\nand rested his arms and head against the mantelshelf. He spoke over his\nshoulder to Sarah. \"Tell him those are bad words. He mauna use them.\"\nWithout looking at Sarah and the boy again, he turned and left the kitchen,\ndragging his feet like an old man.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"749"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna170","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna170","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rathard, Dineens","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna170","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/Hanna170_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff164\n\nChapter Sixteen\n\nOn the following morning Frank was told what the child\nhad said. There was something ludicrous about the words as\nhis brother repeated them, that he burst out laughing. Then\nas the realisation of what had happened dawned upon him, his\nlaughter ceased abruptly. He left the house and walked aim-\nlessly into the fields.\n\nHe was not surprised that someone had called the child\na bastard, for a moment, as he stood looking down at the\nlough, he was filled with anger and contempt for the creature\nwho had taught the boy those words. But that was no longer\nany concern of his. Hamilton could attend to that. His\nbrother loved the child and the woman.\n\nHe had been prepared for something like this to happen.\nHe had a prescience that a judgement had been slowly forming\nat the hundreds of hearths around Rathard. Sooner or later\nhe knew it must become articulate. But he had been preparing\nfor it, like a man making ready to flee from an approaching\nstorm and yet lingering on in those last few hours of stifling\ncalm.\n\nOne by one the ties that bound him to Rathard had broken.\nHis desire for Sarah had dwindled long ago. Throughout the\npast year their intimacy had become less and less frequent.\nThe separation had grown between them, naturally and without\nreproach: on his part, because he had wearied of her, and\nrealised how empty and futile his life had become; on hers,\nbecause she needed him no longer, and he had alienated her by\nmany of the things he had done such as setting the Dineens in\nher old home. He felt no jealousy when he knew Hamilton was\nwith her. Indeed he was glad, for it made him feel free and\ninnocent again.\n\nAnd out of this weariness had risen a desire, the most\npowerful and seemingly worthwhile, he had ever known. He\nwanted a woman of his own choice, he wanted a home and children\nof his own. Many times recently he had felt impelled to break\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"750"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna171","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna171","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Beach, Death","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna171","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/Hanna171_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff165\n\naway from Rathard, but indolence, fear of a rebuff, and a\nreluctance to see Sarah step into his place in the household\nhad combined to frustrate him and keep him tied to his old\nhome.\n\nAnd all the time he knew that the people of the town-\nlands were watching them, nodding, whispering, turning their\neyes up at the hill farm, until that whispering and insinuatio\nand obloquy had merged into a popular judgement. But he had\nalways promised himself that he would always anticipate the\nactual word and render it harmless by some swift action, such\nas marriage. Now Andrew's misadventure had brought it very\nclose to him, swiftly and without warning, and he had been\nunprepared, in his indolence and indecision.\n\nPerhaps it was already too late? At that thought he\nstopped abruptly on the steep descent to the lough. Perhaps\nno woman would look at him now. He might never get the\nchance to show that he was wholesome and honest in heart\nand worthy of affection. That would mean going away from\nhis own countryside. He almost cried out at that thought,\nfor love of his own scene was very deep in him, and the\nhouse on Knocknadreemally was inextricably woven into his\ndreams.\n\nHis feet rattled on the loose stones of the beach as\nhe crossed towards the boathouse. The keel rollers, like\nslow burrowing animals, had settled down into the shingle\nand sand. He tore them up and laid them close together\nunder the bow of tne dinghy, as he heaved the boat forward\nthe top of the rudderboard crumbled to dust in his hands,\nand he saw how dried and sprung were the curving timbers of\nthe skin. A faint squealing noise made him turn round. He\nhad uncovered the nest of a brown rat in a fragment of rope\nunder the boat, as he turned he saw the sinhous body of the\nbitch-rat disappear into the dry-stone wall of the shed. He\ntrampled the blind puling creatures to death and kicked their\nbodies out onto the shingle.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"751"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna172","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna172","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Islands, Sunlight","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna172","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/Hanna172_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff166\n\nThe tide was high and by lifting the rollers and repla\ning them under the prow he worked the boat down to the edge,\nclimbed in, and drew out on the grey gently-breathing water.\nAt first the water seeped heavily and he had to draw in his oar\nand bail. Then the timbers filled and he lengthened his strok\nand sped out between the islands.\n\nOn his left hand he saw the soft green hummock where the\nboat had foundered and his father had been drowned. On that\ndark wind-torn evening it had appeared like a jagged, over-\nhanging rock. It gave him courage to see it now, in the clear\ndaylight, a small green mound of earth and grass with its\ncrumbling feet lapped by the waves. Perhaps his own fear was\nnothing more than a green hillock, and the voice that threat-\nened his peace nothing more than the voice of a frightened\nsheep.\n\nThe sky was filled with motionless goose-grey cloud,\nthreadbare toward the east, where the sun pierced fitfully,\nstriking an island alight with emerald fire or launching a\nswift glittering commotion in the channels as if a shoal of\nsilver fish had broken water. Each little island was crowned\nby shrubs and plants, the fruits of bird-borne and aeolian\nseeds. The silver willow nodded in the water, and in the\ngreen gloom of ash, briar, and dwarfed beech, marigold and\ncelandine glowed like clotted sunlight .\n\nHe rowed among the islands, peering into their secret\nglades and marking the thread-like tracks of birds and rats.\nSuddenly before him lay the stony beach of Pentland\u2019s island.\nHe pulled vigorously on the oars three times, shipped them,\nand waited for the impact of the keel on the shingle. When the\nboat struck he took off his boots and socks and stepped out\ninto the warm languid surf. He drew the boat up, put on his\nfootwear again, and climbed up through the coarse grass towards\nthe farm.\n\nHis path ran close to the broken walls of the monastery,\nupwards through a thicket of fuschia and blossoming thorn, and\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"752"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna173","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna173","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fergus, Pentland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna173","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/Hanna173_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff167\n\nthen rose steeply about twenty yards to the plateau.\n\nWhen he had climbed to the level ground he saw before\nhim a man with two dogs walking slowly towards the farmhouse.\nHe shouted, and the dogs came back and circled round him\nwarily, their barks echoing and lingering in the hollow of\nthe island. The man turned and looked back, and after a\nmoment raised his hand in salute. At that sign the dogs\nceased to bark and fell in behind Frank as he approached his\ncousin.\n\nAs he took Pentland's hand he noticed that his cousin\nhad changed considerably. His face had lost flesh and was\ndarker and netted with little wrinkles at the jaw and eyes.\nHis eyes and mouth were less mobile, and his smile seemed to\ndisentangle itself from something within him. His vest and\nshirt were stained with clay and the top of his breeches\ngaped, disclosing his small ugly belly. As he looked at him,\nEchlin suddenly felt his old boyhood affection for his cousin.\nHe stretched out his left hand also and grasped him by the\nforearm. \"Are ye bravely, Fergus?\"\n\n\"I can't complain.\" It's many a long day since ye set\nyour foot in these parts.\"\n\n\"It is. But I just took the notion thatl would pull\nacross and see ye.\"\n\n\"Well, you\u2019re welcome. Look, I've been out gathering\nthese.\" Pentiand held out his cap and showed half-a-dozen eggs\nin the lining. \"I\u2019m searching the nettle thickets like an ould\nwife these days.\"\n\n\"Aye, I remember your mother miscalling the fowl. It was\na bad blow when she went, Fergus.\"\n\n\"It was that.\"\n\n\"How are ye getting on now?\"\n\n\"I've two men from the Ards stopping at the farm. One\nlays claim to be a sea-cook, but b\u2019God ye could bate the fried\neggs against the wall.\"\n\n\"That's not a thing to persevere in, Fergus, for nothing\nmurders a man like bad cooking. D'ye never think of getting\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"753"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna174","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna174","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cousin, Fergus","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna174","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/Hanna174_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff168\n\nyourself married?\"\n\nPentland looked sharply at the other man. \"It could\nhappen,\" he said and hastened his step.\n\nThey entered the close and passed the two farmhands\non their way to the house. \"Make us a drop o' tea,\" said\nFergus to one of them. The man followed them into the house\nand lowered the kettle on the fire.\n\nWhen the men, with whom they had shared the meal, had\ngone out again, and Fergus and he were seated with their pipes\nalight, Frank ran his eye over the mellow-tiled floor that\ncast its bloom on the wails and varnished ceiling. But he\nnoticed also the burst horsehair sofa, the smoked lamp-funnel\nand the grey dust of whin kindling littering the once shining\nrange.\n\n\"Its time ye had a woman here, Fergus. Ye know,\" he\ncontinued thoughtfully, gazing at the fire. \"I thought ye\nwere set on Sarah Gomartin at one time?\"\n\nPentland flushed angrily and stole a bitter glance at\nFrank's lowered head. But when his cousin looked up question-\ningly he saw no trace of derision in his candid eyes.\n\nHe took the pipe from his mouth. \"I was.\"\n\n\"And what came betwixt ye?\"\n\nPentland paused with his pipe halfway to his mouth, a\nlook of angry amazement on his face. \"Are ye out o' your\nsenses, man?\" he shouted.\n\nFrank nodded understandingly. \"Oh - that?\"\n\n\"Aye, that - what else!\"\n\n\"Well, b'God,\n\nFergus, you're hardly the one to hold\nthat against the woman - hadn't ye a hand in it yourself?\"\n\nPentland went white. He sprang to his feet hurling his\nchair against the wail, \"Damn ye, Echlin, ye know rightly\nI hadn't!\"\n\nFrank had risen swiftly, for he thought his cousin was\ngoing to strike him. He lowered his hands and sighed. \"I'm\nsorry, Fergus. I shouldna have asked ye that. I didn't know\nthe right way o' things.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"754"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna175","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna175","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Echlin, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna175","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/Hanna175_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff169\n\nPentland had crossed over to the window and stood\nbeating the tips of his fingers on the table. Suddenly he\nturned to his cousin and shouted: \"That woman near killed\nme!  I was stooned for days after it!\"\n\nFrank laughed irritably. \"After what, man? Ye threw\nin your hand meekly enough. Your want for her wasna very\nbig if ye couldna take her as she was.\"\n\n\"as she was? wi' another man's wean in her belly?\"\n\nA shadow crossed Echlin's face at the coarseness and spite\nin the other's voice. Pentland turned again to the window,\ndrumming his fingers on the table, his head jerking ih\npeevish indignation, like a woman's.\n\nFrank seated himself again and idly probed the glowing\nturf with a twig. When he spoke his voice was low, with a\ndreaming note in it. \"D\u2019ye know what I think, Fergus? Its\nan ill thing for a man or woman to be aye looking behind them\nYesterday and the-morrow dont yoke over well at times.\"\n\n\"Aye, and its a worse thing to be standing betwixt them\nas I was,\" answered Pentland, as if he had caught a note of\ncriticism in Echlin's remark.\n\n\"All men stand betwixt them,\" said Frank rising and\ntaking his cap from behind the door.\n\nThe two men left the house and took the path towards\nthe beach. Fergus stopped when they came in sight of the\nwater. \"Answer me one question, Frank. Are ye free?\"\n\n\"As free as a swallow.\"\n\nPentland smiled slowly. \"I thought that. There's a\nsoiree at Ravara on Saturday's a week. D'ye think would\nye go?\"\n\n\"Like a swallow.\"\n\n\"I'll pull over to Purdy's rock at seven in the evening\nI'll see ye if you're there.\"\n\n\"I\u2019ll be there at seven, Fergus, if we're spared.\"\n\nPentland watched his cousin crunch over the shingly\nbeach. When Frank had pushed off, he turned and climbed\nleisurely back towards his house. At the top of the rise\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"755"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna176","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna176","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rathard, Woman","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna176","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/Hanna176_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff170\n\nhe paused, and leaning his arms on the fence looked\nacross at the dark clump of trees that shrouded Rathard.\nHe stood there long enough to smoke a cigarette, and as\nhe tossed the stump away he straightened up and spoke\naloud. \"One man's enough for any woman.\" He whistled\nlightly as he crossed the close.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"756"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna177","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna177","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fergus, Communal","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna177","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/Hanna177_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff171\n\nChapter Seventeen\n\nThe soiree of which Fergus had spoken was really the\n'treat' and sports that followed the yearly religious\nexamination of the Presbyterian children of the townlands.\nBut the event had, over many years, acquired a much greater\nsignificance than that. It was now known in the countryside\nas Ravara Fete to which the young men and women of all\nreligious persuasions came. The afternoon was given up to\nthe children with their scriptural examinations and 'treat.'\nAt the treat great quantities of strong tea, currant bread,\nbarmbrack and coarse wholesome cakes were consumed. Children\nof tender years had been known to drink four or five pints\nof dark scalding tea as well as gorging them selves with\nbaker's breed. But relief was gained by a run round the\nfield to 'joggle up their guts' and the surfiet of tea and\ncurrant-bread was ejected in a brown liquid stream, then a\nhandful of sourleek was chewed to sweeten the mouth. After\nthat the feaster, with a steady head and a clear eye, was\nready lor the games and trials of skill.\n\nLater in the day, as the air grew cool, the young men\nand women dressed in their finery arrived, and the wearied\nchildren left them the field and wandered homeward. It was\nnow that the took on its fuller significacance as a communal\ngathering and a puritan propitiation to amorous merrymaking.\nAs the treble voices of the children dwindled, the clamour\nfrom the gathering became deeper, taking on an excited passion-\nate note. Everything gesture and word seemed heightened and\nintensified. The foot races round the great tree in the\nfield were fought out with clenched teeth, streaming hair,\npounding bare feet, and vicious elbows. The games, taken\nover from the children, remained the same in name, but their\nnature changed to the pursuit of one sex by the other.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"757"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna178","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna178","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bruised, Ireland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna178","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/Hanna178_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff172\n\nfigures mingled together in bewildering confusion, the\nwomen running with breathless despairing laughter, the\nmen pursuing silently with outstretched hands.\n\nThese young men and women burst away in chase of\neach other from slowly revolving rings of singers whose\nrhyme ended with a demand that the man should kiss his\npartner. Sometime the girl entered into the climax with\nsuch ardour that the youth again took his place in the ring,\ntenderly feeling bruised lips; sometime long after the\nround had ended they were still wrestling vigorously until\nthe perspiring and wrathful face of the girl was drawn back\nby her hair, and lustily kissed. In other parts of the\nfield races were being run, billets hurled at upright stakes\nand in a hollow by the road some barefoot men were trying to\nleap over an osier wand resting on the shoulders of two of\ntheir companions.\n\nThere was no liquor at this merrymaking, for these\npeople were sporting under the eye of their minister, their\njoy and ardour needed no enhancing, and even the wildest\namong them remembered that this day had been a festival of\nthe children. There was no country dancing. Long ago they\nhad lost the arts of the ballad and the dance, which, as\nkin, they had once shared with the ancient people of Ireland\nA solitary man sat in the hedge playing a melodeon, and the\nair was failed with the odour of bruised grass.\n\nThere were many people in the field when Frank and\nFergus arrived. Fergus stopped to speak to several young\nmen at the gate while Frank stood silently at his elbow.\n\nA ring circled erratically a few yards away, and suddenly\nas it swerved towaids them, two young girls caught Pentland\nby the arms and swept him away.\n\nFrank smiled to himself as he observed the sudden\nchange that came over his cousin\u2019s face, one moment he had\nbeen standing talking to his neighbours, his head bent to\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"758"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna179","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna179","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sport, Boyhood","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna179","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/Hanna179_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff173\n\none side, his mouth slightly open and a frown on his\nforehead as he listened. He stood with his legs apart\nand his paunch drooping, so that he looked like a man of\nmiddle age. Now he was prancing round with a girl on\neach arm, throwing up his knees like a horse, his mouth\nwide open in laughter in his brickred face and the black\nlocks dancing on his brow. Frank hunched his shoulders\nand pushed further into the throng.\n\nAs he passed slowly over the crowded field, gazing\ninto little groups of frolicking folk, he caught the\nglances of neighbours and old school-friends and nodded\nand smiled in reply to their greetings, but no one asked\nhim to stop and join in the sport. Once, as if by\naccident, he looked back and saw that the people were\nwatching him and whispering together.\n\nHe felt that he must turn and rush away from the\nfield and never stop until he was back on the lonely\nslope overlooking the lough. But pride or obstinacy\nkept dragging him toward the great beech tree in the\nmiddle of the field, when he reached it he turned and\nleant against its muscular trunk and studied the grey soil\nat his feet where neither the sun, nor the rain, ever fell.\n\nAfter a time his attention was attracted to a little\ngroup of men who were following the minister through the\ncrowd. At each game they would pause, and the minister,\non the advice of the young man at his side, would call\na man from his sport and ask him to join the party that he\nled. As they came ciose to the tree, Frank heard his name\ncalled aloud. He looked up and saw Willie Gill, a boyhood\ncompanion, beckoning to him. \"Put down Frankie Echlin's\nname, Nr Hunter. He\u2019s the boy that can run.\u201d The young\nclergyman approached Frank. \"Would you like to join in\nthis?\" he asked. \"Its a scarf game.\" He put his arm in\nFrank's and drew him along with the others.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"759"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna180","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna180","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Art, Hunter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna180","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/Hanna180_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff174\n\nMr hunter stopped and turned to face the fifteen or\ntwenty young men following him. \"I think we'll divide the\nsides into one from Ravara and one from Banyil. But first,\nwe want seven scarves from the young ladies, perhaps you\nwould rather pick your own.\" One or two of the men\nhastened away and brought back the scarves. Meanwhile,\nGill, for Ravara had picked his ten men, and a great\nlumbering fellow, Robbie Art, nicknamed Moiley, because\nof his high bald forehead, had selected the men from\nBanyil. The two teams lined up, facing each other, and\nabout forty paces apart, Mr hunter walked down between\nthe teams, dropping tno scarves on the ground, at eqUal\ndinstances. Gill numbered his men from one to ten and\nFrank was number seven. Art numbered his team and he\nhimself was number seven. When he got back to his place\nin the line, he took off his jacket and threw it behind\nhim. He dragged his bare feer in the grass and smiled\nthreateningly across at Frank.\n\nThe other games in the field had dispersed and most\nof the people were gathered in a great circle around the\ncontestants in the scarf game, shouting encouragement to\nthe men of their own townlands.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" calldu Mr Hunter. At a nod from\nGill and Art he trotted lightly down the row o\u00a3 scarves,\npaused at one, pointing to it with his toe, and then,\nwhen he was clear of the lines, called \"three!\" A man\nshot out from either side, racing for the scarf. The\nRavara man was Willie Gill and he reached the prize first,\nbraced himself over it for a fraction of a second, and\nthen as his opponent rushed in, he suddenly lunged forward\nwith his open hands striking the Banyil man on the chest\nand knocking him flat on the grass. Then he lilfed the\nscarf end trotted back to his own line. Cheers and\ncounter-cheers greeted this first score, and the Banyil\nmen glared grimly at each other and poised themselves for\nthe next call.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"760"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna181","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna181","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Knocknadreemally, Hunter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna181","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/Hanna181_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff175\n\nThe next number called was nine and both men reached\nscarf together, closed and wrestled over it, until Frank\u2019s\nteam-mate feeling himself overborne, put out his foot and\ntouched the scarf. \"Burnt';' cried the watchful crowd, and\nMr Hunter waved both men back to their lines.\n\nAnother scarf was won by the Havara men, and then in\nquick succession two were lost to their opponents. And in\nbetween these scores were always several \u2019burnts\u2019 or other\ninfringements, until Frank, his number lost apparently in\nMr hunter\u2019s mind, allowed his attention to stray from the\ngame and his eye to the crowd that pressed in on the contest.\n\nHe saw Fergus among the onlookers, his arms still encircling\nthe two girls who had caught him up in the ring. Perhaps,\nhe thought, if I wasnt tied to this foolishness, I might\nhave met a woman in the crowd, a stranger perhaps, from a\ndistant townland, who didnt know me, or didnt care about what\nhad happened in the past. He imagined what she should be\nlike; medium height, her eyes level with his shoulders,\ntawny hair darker than his own, her skin would take kindly\nto the sun with maybe a freckle or two, and there would be\na smooth creamy hollow at her throat. That was the face that\nhad eluded him in the tall house on Knocknadreemally. He was\nsuddenly aware of Gill shouting angrily at him and the\nlaughter of the onlookers. His eyes searched for Bobbie Art.\nThe big man had tossed a scarf on the grass behind him.\n\nWhen Mr Hunter had the attention of the contestants\nagain, he ran lightly up the line, tipped a scarf and called\na number, one by one the scarves were lifted until there\nwas but one left. Two men were running for it now. The\nBanyil man, much the faster, stooped as he ran, but he\nglanced at his opponent and missed his aim. The other man\noveran it and then they were wrestling until a foot kicked\nthe scarf. \"Burnt!\u201d cried Mr Hunter, and they went back to\ntheir places.\n\nAgain Frank allowed his eyes to wander to the crowd.\nSuddenly he straightened up from his runner\u2019s position, for\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"761"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna182","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna182","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Wrestling, Fergus","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna182","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/Hanna182_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff176\n\nthere, looking over the shoulders of two youths, was the\nface of the girl he had pictured to himself. The cool\nevening breeze loosened a strand of hair over her brow. He\nsaw her brush it back and then allow her hand to rest at her\nthroat. Her scarf was a prize in the contest. He wondered\nhad it already been won. Then he saw the little smile and\nfrown as the wrestling men trod upon the piece of cloth on\nthe grass. Then he saw that he marked where she stood and\nthen crouched down waiting for his number. Four was called.\nNine was called, but Frank knew that none of these men was\nto win the last scarf. He changed his position, standing\nfurther from the scarf and at an oblique angle so that he\nwouldnt meet Robbie head-on. The word had barely left\nHunter\u2019s lips before Frank dropped like a stopping hawk from\nhis place, swooped and picked up the scarf from under the\nhurtling shadow of Art, sped on, circled behind the bewildered\nman, and was back among his team-mates. \"Like a bird!\"\nshouted Gill, thumping his back.\n\nThe contestants, after putting on their jackets and\nshoes, mingled with the crowd. Some hurried away to join\nin the games that had started again, some sat on the grass\namong their admirers, those who had won scarves searched for\ntheir owners.\n\nFrank stood with the scarf drooping from his fingers.\nHe saw Pentland moving in the crowd, still with his arms\naround the two girls. Hurrying towards him he caught him by\nthe elbow and held up the piece of coloured cloth. \"Whose\nwould this be, Fergus?\" The other man threw back his head\nand laughed. \"How would I know, man? Sure, there's girls\ngalore here wi' scarves like that! Put it in your pocket\nand you\u2019ll find the owner soon enough!\" and still laughing,\nhis cousin rushed off across the field dragging the two girls\nwith him.\n\nAt a loss, Frank turned away and found himself face to\nface with a group of girls who seemed to be encouraging one\nof their number towards him with pushes and laughter. As he\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"762"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna183","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna183","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Freckles, Question","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna183","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/Hanna183_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff177\n\nmet her eyes he saw that she was the auburn-haired girl\nhe had noticed in the crowd. At the moment her face was\nflushed in vexation, yet she could not bear to meet his gaze\nand looked away from him, half in shyness, half in anger.\nThen suddenly she turned her back on him. Her companions,\naware now that the young man knew the owner of the scarf,\nran off leaving the girl alone.\n\nAs he slowly approached her, he could see the nape of\nher neck, spangled with freckles under her gold-flecked\nhair, for her head was bent. \"Would this be yours?\" he asked,\ndangling the scarf before her eyes. He was too quick for\nher and plucked it away as she snatched at it. \"I didn't\nget it easy to give it away easy,\" he said, putting it\nbehind his back.\n\nShe swung round on him. \"Give me my scarf, Frankie\nEchlin!\" she cried. She made another fruitless effort to\ngrasp the scarf and he felt the faintest touch of her soft\nbreast against him before she drew back.\n\n\"Oh, so ye know my name!\" he laughed.\n\n\"I know who ye are, all right she replied, her lip\ncurling slightly.\n\nA shadow passed over the young man's face. He gazed at\nher until she raised her head and looked at him, and the pain\nand disappointment she saw there filled her young heart with\npity. He held out the scarf in silence. She took it and\nfolded it and put it around her neck. But she did not move\naway, in twos and threes the revellers were leaving the\nfield. Prom the road the melancholy notes of a piper were\nheard as a band of merry-makers set out for a distant townland.\n\n\"Are ye going now?\" asked Frank.\n\nThe girl turned and moved towards the gate. Suddenly\nshe stopped and looked again into his face. There was doubt\nand perplexity in her eyes as they searched the face of the\nyoung man. Frank stood silent, anxiously watching her, unable\nto plead in his own defence. She moved away a lew steps.\nThen, as though she were answering a question, she said \"But\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"763"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna184","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna184","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Grass, Moths","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna184","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/Hanna184_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff178\n\nye canna leave me home.\" Yet in spite of this decision -\nperhaps because he felt that her mind had dwelt on the\nunspoken request, perhaps because of the faint shade of\nregret in her voice, Frank's heart leapt.\n\nSo, when they came out onto the road both turned away\nfrom Ravara towards the townland of Banyil. Here and there\nin the hedges could be seen the dim outlines of courting\ncouples, half-hidden in the lush grass. The murmurous sound\nof their words and their stifled laughter came to Frank and\nthe girl as they walked along the dusky road. The dew felt\nchill on the young man's face, white moths flitted silently\nunder the trees and against the silver-green light of the\nsky, bats fled like polished stones, unce, as they approached,\na dark gateway, he touched her arm, but he felt it withdrawn\nunder his fingers, and they passed the place in silence.\n\nAt last, at the head of a loanen where several men\nsat, she paused. A voice from the blackness of the hedge\nbade her good-night. She answered, and then hastened her\nsteps and drew the young man further up the loanen. \"Well,\ngood-night, now,\" she said.\n\n\"but wait, I dont know your name!\" cried Frank, reach-\ning out to touch her.\n\nShe withdrew a little, \"Molly McFirbis. That was my\nfather and my brothers wi' those men at the heado' the\nloanen.\"\n\n\"'Molly McFirbis'\" he repeated. \"And 1 didnt get my\nreward for the scarf.\"\n\nShe said nothing.\n\n\"Molly,\" he asked, bending towards her, \"will ye go\nto husky Woods dance wi' me?\" Again he felt the girl's\neyes trying to read his face in the dark, \"i'll be going\nanyway,\" she said at last.\n\n\"Aye, but will ye go wi' me? Molly, will ye go wi' me?\"\nShe came close to him. \"Yes. I\u2019ll meet ye here at eight in\nthe evening.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"764"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna185","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna185","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Loanen, Cigarette","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna185","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/Hanna185_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff179\n\nHe bent swiftly and kissed her. She stood there for\na moment and he could hear the soft catch of her breath.\nThen turning she ran from him into the gloom of the loanen.\n\nNot until her steps had died away did Frank go down\nto the road, as he passed the men at the corner he spoke.\nHe saw a head, silhouetted against the green afterglow,\nwag silently in response, and down in the blackness of the\nhedge a cigarette glowed suddenly and viciously.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"765"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna186","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna186","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ravara, Piping","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna186","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/Hanna186_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff180\n\nChapter Eighteen\n\nThe road that ran from the scene of the fete across\nthe townland of Ravara and past Rathard, lay silent. Then,\nin the distance was heard the chanting of pipes and a\nharmonious murmur of voices. In the owl-light there\nappeared over a rise in the road the piper followed by\ntwenty or thirty lads and girls. Some of them, arm-in-arm,\nwere prancing before him as he played, others, weary-footed,\ntrailed behind him, and the rest, on wavering slowly-\nmoved bicycles, brought up the rear, when they reached\nthe cross formed by Echlin\u2019s loanen and the loanen on the\nopposite side of the road, where the banks were gently\nsloping and smooth, they stopped and laid themselves and\ntheir bicycles on the grass. The piper stepped into the\nmiddle of the road and fingered a jig, Tomelty's Verdant\nBreeks.\n\nHigh above them in Rathard close, Hamilton heard the\npiping and shouting on the road. He went indoors and call-\ned on Andrew. \"Come on down to the road wi' me,son, and\nsee the feters coming home.\" Andrew, turning a deaf ear\nto his mother's demur that the night was dropping, twisted\nrestively in her hands as she pinned a shawl around. Then\nhe hastened out to Hamilton who was trimming a hurricane\nlamp before the door and tapping a foot to the distant\nmusic.\n\nThey descended the loanen hand-in-hand, the noise\nof the revellers becoming clearer as they neared the road.\nThe piping had brought out the old men from their cottages\nin the fields and now they were seated with the young folk\nenjoying the music, the laughter, and the air. Retie had\nbrought his flute and sat tapping it impatiently as he\nwaited for the piper to tire. Hamilton and Andrew joined\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"766"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna187","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna187","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Townland, Dancers","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna187","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/Hanna187_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff161\n\nhim on the roadside as several young men and women, Roman\nCatholics from a townland beyond Ravara, set themselves to\ndance to the piper's music. The others fell silent, not\nquite sure what to make of this, watching shyly and with\npleasure, and nodding and smiling to each other in the dusk.\nAnd when the dancers ceased the people on the roadside\napplauded with shouts and handclaps.\n\nAndrew watched the shuttling dancers with a smile of\ndelight. When they had finished he looked up with a laugh\nat the men. Then his interest seemed to be distracted by\nsomething else. He sat very silent between Hamilton's knees,\npeering through the gloom at the people on the other side\nof the road, suddenly he raised his finger and turning to\nPetie said, \"I know that man laughing wi' Eileen Purdy.\"\n\"Dae ye, son?\" nodoed Petie, absently, and turned again to\nHamilton, hut the boy felt Hamilton's knees grow hard\nand rigid and suddenly he felt afraid. The man behind him\nraised his eyes under his hanging brows and examined the\nfaces of the men opposite them. He put his hand on the\nboy's shoulder and said \"was that the man ye heard them\nwords frae, Andra?\" The boy was silent, but Hamilton\nraised him up end turned him round so that he could see his\nface. He did not need to ask again. The crest-fallen and\nfrightened face ol the child answered him.\n\nHe thrust the boy into Petie\u2019s arms and stood up. His\naction was so abrupt that it escaped none of the people\nseated opposite him. The brown-faced laugning young man\nsaw it too, and his glance shifted for a moment to Andrew.\nHe withdrew his arm from Aileen's waist and eased himself\nup on the grass, his eyes fixed on the man clambering\nslowly down the opposite bank towards him. Several of the\nyounger men had applauded ironically when Hamilton stood up,\nas though he were about to sing. But there was such an\nimpression of malignance about that slow groping step and\nout-thrust head that they fell silent. Everyone watched\nhim as he stepped slowly over the verge. \"What's wrong\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"767"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna188","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna188","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Petie' Hamilton","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna188","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/Hanna188_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff182\n\nwi' Echlin? What' s biting the baste?\" they whispered to\neach other. Suddenly his foot sounded on the naked road.\nThe young mnan sprang up, raced along the ditch and\ndisappeared up the loanen that lay opposite Echlin's.\n\nHamilton, heavier and slower of foot, started after\nhim and was immediately swallowed up in the gloom. The\npursuit had started so unexpectedly that for a moment the\ncrowd, sprawled at ease on the roadside, stared at each\nother open-mouthed. Then two or three youths sprang up\nwith a whoop and raced after the two men whose footsteps\ncould be heard receding on the stony track. The rest\nclattered after them according to their age and pace.\n\nPetie, who had been astonished as the others, tucked\nhis flute into the breast of his jacket, took Andrew's\nhand, and hurried up the loanen after his neighbours. They\nwere soon left far behind and the old man paused for breath.\n\"*What came over Hami to go hunting after that man, son?\" he\nasked. The boy looked up and shook his small pale face in\nsilence. Then suddenly, ahead of them, they heard the\nshattering roar of a gun. The boy, whose hand was pressed\nclose to Petie\u2019s leg felt the man\u2019s thigh quiver at the\nsound. For a moment o Xxxgtt-fcfxl silence iilxfcdxklaaxnigfri\nmore frightful than the explosion flooded the darkness, and\nthen the cries and counter-cries of the country-folk broke\nout again.\n\nPetie hurried on again dragging the child after him.\nThey airived at the low cottage that stood at the head of\nthe loanen, where several men and women stood at the\ndoorway gesticulating and talking excitedly. Peering through\nthe men's legs, Andrew saw Hamilton leaning back in a chair\nwhile two women bent over him. The lamp, swinging from\nthe rafters, had been lit hurriedly with the funnel awry,\nand it threw a waving smoky light over the crowded room,\nin a corner, on a settle, sat the dark young man who had\nrun away. Two candles were touched into life on the mantel\nshelf and by the added light Petie saw his wife raising a\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"768"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna189","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna189","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Gilmore, Agnes","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna189","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/Hanna189_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff183\n\nstained cloth from Hamilton's shoulder. An old woman\nsat rocking herself at the fire while little moaning\nnoises came from her lips. \"What happened, wife?\" asked\nPetie. \"I heard the clap o' a gun as I came up the\nloanen.\"\n\n\"Ye can see what happened, Tammie Gilmore tried\ntae blow Hami's head off, and Hami got him by the thrapple.\nLook at that child! bring him up tae the lire and not\nliae him catching his death at the door!\"\n\nPetie brought Andrew to the fire where the child\nstared in fear at the crooning woman with the silver\nloops of spittle on her chin. There was a stir in the\nroom as Hamilton rose. The man on the settle sat up too,\nfingering his throat, Several men come forward, tucking\ntheir pipes into their waistcoat pockets, disregarding\nHamilton's protests they raised his arms on their shoulders\nand helped him towards the door, the wounded man paused.\n\"Did i see wee Andra here?\" ne asked.\n\n\"Ye did,\" answered Agnes. \"He's as right as rain.\nHe's wi' Petie.\"\n\n\"How's Gilmore?\" asked Hamilton, looking back into\nthe room. The man on the bed felt his throat and swallow-\ned painfully. One of Hamilton's helpers stepped forward\ninto the open pulling the wounded man so that he winced,\n\"Bugger Gilmore,\" he said brusquely \"I'm sorry I pulled\nye aff him.\"\n\nSomeone with a lamp led them across the close. As\nHamilton and the men who were assisting him went down the\nloanen, they passed women with their shawls drawn over\ntheir heads, whispering in tne hedge. When they came to\nthe road, the men and women who had been in Gilmore's\nkitchen parted from the few people who continued their\nway up towards Rathard. First went Agnes with the boy,\nthen Hamilton on the shoulders oi the men, and then close\non their heels, Petie with a lamp that threw grotesque\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"769"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna190","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna190","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Farm, Business","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna190","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/Hanna190_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff184\n\nstaggering shadows up the dark tunnel of the loanen. The\nboy was reeling against Agnes with fatigue and excitement\nso she picked him up and carried him in her arms, as they\nstarted to climb the last ascent to the farm, Petie heard\nquick footsteps behind him and the lilting whistle of a\nman. in a few seconds Frank overtook them. Petie explain-\ned in a whisper what had happened. The strange glow that\nhad lighted up the young man's face died away as he listen-\ned. He strode ahead, turning as he passed, to look into\nHamilton's face, and then he took the wearied boy from\nAgnes, telling her to go on and prepare Sarah for their\nhomecoming.\n\nWhen they were still some distance from the farm\nthey saw Sarah hurrying down the hill towards them. She\npushed one of the men aside, and drawing Hamilton's arm\nover her shouj.der, put her strong arm around his waist.\n\nThey lowered Hamilton into a chair in the kitchen\nand then the two neighbour-men stood around, twisting\ntheir caps in their hands, unable to keep their eyes from\nwandering round the kitchen. \"Is there anything more we\ncan do?\" asked the men with the lantern. Agnes touched\nhis arm. \"Say no more of this business than you can help,\"\nshe whispered. \"Now go, men, before yw have to refuse a\nsup o' tea, for the poor woman will have enough to do.\"\n\nThe men needed no second bidding but pulling on their\ncaps and waving aside Hamilton's thanks, they left the\nhouse.\n\nSarah, who had rushed Andrew off to bed, returned\nwith towels and a basin, Agnes had cut away the torn\nshirt from the wound, and when Frank saw the mangled\nshoulder he drew in his breath with a hiss. \"God's\ncurse on Gilmore!\" he said in a low voice. \"I'll fix\nhim - I\u2019ll put him where he'll never lift a gun again!\"\n\n\"Behave yourself, man!\" retorted Agnes sharply. \"D'ye\nwant the countryside filled wi' polis, nebbing intae every-\nbody's business? Tammie Gilmore's suffered enough the-\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"770"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna191","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna191","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kilt, Love","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna191","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/Hanna191_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff185\n\nnight - this near kilt his old mother.\"\n\n\"Aye, but he near kilt Hami!\" cried Sarah.\n\n\"Now, Sarah, take my word. Let the thing rest, for\nthe mair ye tramp in dung, the mair ye spread it around.\nLet there be no more said about it, like a good woman, and\nfetch me a knitting-needle.\n\nvVhen the knitting-needle was brought the old woman\nreddened it in the fire and then, with skilful fingers,\nshe coaxed out the pickles of shot from the wounded flesh.\nAt last she straightened herself, and Hamilton opened\nhis eyes. \"Is it all out? he asked.\n\n\"Aye, its all out. We'll put a clean clout on it tae\nkeep it from festering.\" she patted Hamilton's cheek. \"Ye\nbore it like a kiltie, son. Hae ye nothing in the house\ntae give the man?\" she asked, turning to Frank.\n\nHe smiled suddenly. \"Yes,\" he said, \"I have.\" He\nleft them and went down to the parlour. They heard him\nfumbling in the sideboard, and then he appeared again,\nwith an untouched half-bottle of whiskey in his hand. \"Ye\nremember the day I bought this?\" he asked, drawing the cork.\n\nHe ofiered some whiskey in a cup to his brother, which\nHamilton drank, as he handed back the cup Hamilton winked\nslowly at Frank and the younger brother turned away, the\ntears rising in his eyes, easily stiried to either love\nor anger, and still glowing with the happiness of the\nevening, this added emotion was too great to be borne by\nthe young man, and he went out into the dark close and\nremained there until he felt calm again.\n\nWhen he came back he found that Hamilton had been\nundressed and laid on the trestle bee in the kitchen. \"Let\nhim bide there,\" said Agnes, \"and I'll be up to see him in\nthe morn.\" Frank slipped his arm fondly round the old\nwoman's waist. \"I'll see ye down to the road,\" he said.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"771"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna192","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna192","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sarah, Impression","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna192","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/Hanna192_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff186\n\nChapter Nineteen\n\nHamilton\u2019s shoulder mended rapidly under the hands\nof Agnes with, her herbs and clouts. But during those\ndays of his enforced idleness a change came over the\npeople of Rathard. It was nothing dramatic, but more a\nsubtle sxidt anu shift in the pattern they wove ceaselessly\nand unfittingly as a background to their lives.\n\nThe weight of the farm-work had fallen on Frank.\nThe young man found himself immersed once more in those\nduties that he had relinquished, in his despondency, to\nHamilton. Now he undertook them so cheerfully and\npainstakingly that a suspicion naturally entered Sarah\u2019s\nmind. Naturally, that is to say, because having the clay\nof avarice in her own heart, she assumed that Hamilton's\nbrother was now seizing this chance to reinstate himself\nas master of the Echin farm. Yet she knew that her\nsuspicion was foolish, in a week or two Hamilton would\nbe well again. And Frank himself had never been so\nconsiderate in his attitude to his brother, so genial\nand yet non-commitai with herself.\n\nBut she could not rid herself of the impression\nthat something of great importance had happened to Frank\non the evening that Hamilton had been wounded.As she\nwatched she realised that Frank\u2019s happiness had no\nconnection with his brother s mishap. Once more she\nwent over the events of that evening. Frank had been to\nthe school fete, already sne had thought of him meeting\na girl there but had thrust the idea out of her mind for\nreasons that she declined to examine too closely, but\nnow, the more she pondered on it, the more she realised\nthat this was the only explanation.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"772"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna193","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna193","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cottage, McFirbis","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna193","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/Hanna193_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff187\n\nA week after the attack Hamilton could raise his\narm stiffly from his side. \"Gie the whangs o' your\nshoulder time to supple up,\" counselled Petie when he\nbrought up another dressing from his cottage. But\nHamilton was in a hurry to be well again. He hadn't\nmissed the brisk and lighthearted manner of his brother\nin the house, nor his light step as he went about the\nlabour of the farm. Nor had he missed the shrewd and\nhostile exptession that came on Sarah's face, as she\nlooked at Frank.\n\nOne evening Frank came up from his bedroom clad\nin his Sunday clothes. \"Are ye away, the-night?\" asked\nHamilton, as his brother passed through the kitchen.\nFrank paused uncertainly for a moment. \"Aye. I'm going\nover to Lusky Grange Hall t' the dance.\"\n\nHamilton nodded absently. \"Aye, just so\" he said.\n\nUnwillingly Frank looked at Sarah. The glance that\npassed between pierced and dissolved the geniality of the\npast week. There was a question in Sarah's eyes, held in\ncheck by angry disdain, and in response the young man's\neyes dilated in anger. Then the woman pulled her knitting\nback into her lap with a movement that seemed a shrug of\nthe shoulders. Frank went down into the parlour and came\nup with his best cap in his hand. He drew it on and\nleft the house without speaking again.\n\nThe evening sky was still suffused with light as\nhe set off towards McFirbis's farm. The warmth of the\nday, drawn down from the hills, still lingered in the\ndeep road, and for that reason and also that he wanted\nto meet his sweetheart unobserved, he walked slowly, so\nthat he might not overtake any of his neighbours who\nwere going to the dance.\n\nHe walked between hedgerows from behind which came\nthe clink and rattle of tired horses being released from\nreapers. And, as he loitered along, hearing it seemed for\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"773"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna194","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna194","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Molly, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna194","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/Hanna194_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff188\n\nthe first time, the full lazy serenade of a thrash, gild\non a branch by the reddening son, he tasted the sweetnes.\nof lover's meeting.\n\nAs he approached the loanen that led up to the\nMcFirbis farm, he heard men's voices from somewhere close\nat hand. He looked up the loanen; it was deserted and\nthe voices had fallen silent. He knew it was early yet\nfor Molly to ariive so he leant over a gate on the\nopposite side of the road and drew out his pipe and\ntobacco, as he pressed the first few shreds into his\npipe he heard someone breaking through the hedge, and\nglancing over his shoulder saw a young man whom he\nrecognised as Greer McFirbis, free himself from the bushes\nand spring onto the road. He carried a heavy stick in\nhis hand, as Frank watched the young man, he heard\nfootsteps behind him. Turning round he saw old Sam\nMcFirbis, Molly's father, and a youth of about seventeen\nyears come out of the loanen. They also carried cudgels,\nfor a moment the three men stood looking at Frank in\nsilence. \"What's your business here, Echlin?\" asked old\nMcFirbis, taking a step forward. His sons closed in\nwith him. \"D'ye hear me speaking, Echlin? What d'ye\nwant here?\" \"I'm waiting on Molly,\" answered Frank\nstepping back towards the gate as McFirbis advanced.\n\n\"Ye bloody whore-monger,\" said the old man: \"so ye\nwanted tae foul another decent home?\" \"No, no,\" said\nFrank: \"No - ye dont understand -\" He was close to the\ngate, his hand fumbling kkm behind him for the hasp.\nMcFirbis saw the movement. \"Watch him, the whelp!\"\nhe shouted and poked at Frank with his stick. The\nabrupt gesture was all that was necessary to release\nthe savagery in the McFirbis men. As Frank drew his\nhands from behind him to ward the blow, the elder son\nstruck him on the forearm. With a shout of pain the\ntrapped man turned and swung his fist at his assailant\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"774"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna195","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna195","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Echlin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna195","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/Hanna195_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff189\n\nand as he did so old McFirbis struck down fiercely at\nhis unprotected head, Frank stumbled out onto the road\nwith his hand to his split ear. Then young McFirbis who\nhad been convulsively grasping his stick struck him\nacross the belly. With a sucking whoop the wretched manEchlin\nfought for breath, and actually caught two of the descei\nding cudgels and clung to them for a moment in agony. They\nshook him loose and closing in began to thrash him in a\ndull savage rhythm of blows. Yet he did not fall, but\nstaggered over the dusty road, his arms raised unavaiin\nover his head, while tears and blood streamed down his\nface and neck. The blows of his assailants became less\ncruel. They caught glimpses of each other\u2019s faces now\nfilled with fear and a realisation of what they were doing.\nAs the others drew back the youth, who watched his father\nand brother beat the defenceless man, now rushed in and\nsmashed his club across Echlin\u2019s back. Echlin drew himse\nup, stretched his open hands to the sky, and gave a loud\nscream of pain. At this, young McFirbis threw his shatter\ned club away and turning, ran blindly down the road, his\nhands over his face. For a moment Echlin stood drawn up\nin agony, then he crumpled and fell face forward on the\nroad.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"775"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna196","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna196","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Heaven, Hamilton","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna196","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/Hanna196_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff190\n\nChapter Twenty\n\nIn teaching little Andrew to say his prayers,\nSarah revealed one of those inconsistencies in her\nbehaviour, which, when considered sympathetically,\nshowed plainly that her estrangement from her church\nwas not one of conviction, but of fear and shame.\nFear of her neighbours partly, but also, let it be\nsaid, shame and remorse when she thought of the life\nthat she was unrolling, day by day, before the sight\nof God and her mother in Heaven. So she knelt beside\nthe child and prompted him when he faltered and in\nthis way garnered some grains of solace for herself.\n\nBut tonight as she knelt at the bed, helping\nthe boy as he laboured through the Lord's Prayer, her\nattention was divided. She was thinking of Frank, for\nshe was now fully convinced that whether he had gone to\nthe dance in Lusky Woods or not, he had gone out to\nmeet a girl. And all the tragic possibilities for\nherself and her child that might arise out of that\nwere quite clear in her mind. She knew that it would\nbe impossible to live with another woman - a married\nwoman - in Rathard. And there gathered slowly in her\nmind the intention to ask Hamilton that evening to\nmarry her. She had no doubt about how that request\nwould be received by the man who now sat at the\nkitchen fire, listening unconsciously for her returning\nstep.\n\nAndrew finished his prayers and sprang into bed.\nAs Sarah bent to touch his head she heard the slow heavy\ntread of men in the close. Running to the window she\nsaw four men carrying a door between them and on it lay\nthe figure of a man with a horse-rug thrown over him.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"776"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna197","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna197","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Cry","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna197","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/Hanna197_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff191\n\n-Chapter. fwentyone\n\nFor the next few days there was a numbness among\nthe people in Rathard. Frank did not tell the full\nstory of how he had received his injuries, and Hamilton\nand Sarah did not press him to tell. Meantime, little\nAndrew with wide wondering eyes, crept silently among\nhis maimed and downcast elders. The swift series of\nblows dealt at the inhabitants of his little world\nplanted in the child a fear of everyone beyond the\nshadow of the farmhouse. If, from his eyrie on the\nrath wall, he saw a cart crawling on the road below,\nthe driver, perhaps some jolly country youth, was to\nhim a malignant creature eager to shoot, kick or beat\nany member of the Rathard household unlucky enough to\ncross his path. Even the company of old Petie could\nnot entice him to Knocknadreemally again. His whole\nday was spent like a tethered goat, circling close to\nthe dwelling-house of the farm.\n\nThen came the sleepy afternoon when he was playing\nin the rath. Suddenly he heard a high wavering cry of\npain from his mother's window that overlooked him. As\nhe paused, crouched on his hunkers, he heard Hamilton\ncalling on him again and again, as he raced round the\ncorner into the close Hamilton caught him roughly by the\nshoulder. \"Damn ye, where were yei Stay in the kitchen\n'til I come back, and listen if you're called by your\nmother!\" Hamilton ran to the trap-shed and through the\nwindow the child saw him swing out the springcart and\nyoke in the horse.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"777"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna198","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna198","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Mother, Sarah","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna198","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/Hanna198_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff192\n\nWhen the cart had bumped out of the close, Andrew\ncrept down to his mother's door and listened. He heard\nher laboured painful breathing and a stifled groan which\nfilled him with fear. Silently he tip-toed back to the\nkitchen, afraid that his mother might hear him, and call\non him. Several times he stole backwards and forwards\nbetween the fire and the passage to his mother's room.\nThen at last he heard the \u2019wheels of the cart on the close,\nand running to the door saw Agnes Sampson clambering\ndown from the cart. She came into the kitchen, and\npausing only to tell Andrew to fill the kettle and\nlower it on the crane, hurried down the house to Sarah's\nroom. That evening Sarah gave birth to a daughter.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"778"}}]}