{"nodes":[{"node":{"title":"Hanna199","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna199","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Part Three","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna199","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/Hanna199_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffPART lll\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"779"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna200","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna200","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ravara, Herriot","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna200","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/Hanna200_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff193\n\nChapter One\n\nRavara National School, presided over by Master\nHerriot, was a one-storyed, whitewashed building,\nrather like a long cottage, separated from the road by\na bald pebbled close. An engraved stone above the door\nbore the words \u2019Ravara National School 1832\u2019 and the\nbuilding, both inside and out, showed little evidence\nof change in its eighty years. The school itself was\none large room in the middle of which sat an american\nstove, thrusting its sooty tail like a petrified monster\nthrough the raftered ceiling. A. large map of Ireland,\nas yellow and glossy as a pippin, hung at the head of\nthe room, and the other walls were hidden under a\nfoliage of bibical pictures, charts showing the innards\nof people who drank alcohol, calenders, and fluttering\nspecimens of \u2019copperplate; all held together by branches\nand running tendrils of finger marks, imprinted there\nby scholars who now husbanded the fields in the townlands\nor were incised names in the graveyards.\n\nAround the stove the various groups of scholars\nclustered in circles, hollow squares and rows, receiving\nin turn the attention of Mr Herriot or his assistant,\ngenerally an older scholar, who, for some reason or other\nhad been permitted to stay another few months at the\nschool. Here, from nine o\u2019clock in the morning until\nthree o'clock in the afternoon, the children were\ninstructed in the rudiments of reading, writing and\narithmetic, and a system of geography that still contained\nsome pleasant echoes of myth. But these bare essentials\nof an articulate animal were considered sufficient for\nthe life of gin agricultural community.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:00","Nid":"780"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna201","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna201","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"School, Children","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna201","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/Hanna201_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff194\n\nAt noon the school broke for lunch, which, for\nmost of the scholars was the large buttered farl of\nwheaten or soda bread that they carried with their books\nin their oilcloth satchels. Master Herriot left the\nschool to walk to his lodgings in a neighbouring\nfarmer\u2019s, and as he walked through the shouting,\ntumbling children he would play fully ruffle a little\ngirl's hair here, or there hook the ball of a boy's\ntoe and dribble it skilfully up the road followed by\na rabble of gleeful boys shouting 'Hi, Mester! Here,\nMester!'\n\nHalf-an-hour later he would come down the road\nagain and this was a signal for the children to make\ntheir way into the close before the school and form\ninto a straggling line. Then to the muted beat of a\nbell they would stamp noisily into their classes for\nthe second period of the day.\n\nAt half-past two the 'infants' were released\nfrom school to be followed, by the older children,\nRavara School, catering as it did for a large area of\nthe surrounding countryside, contained scholars from\na number of townlands, and these gathered in neighbourly\nclans and parted from each other amid shouts and counter-\nsnouts until they lost sight of each other on the white\ndusty road.\n\nAmong the children who turned down into the heart\nof Ravara townland was a tail fairheaded boy of about\ntwelve who was among the leaders of those who went\nrambling off the road on various escapades, hunting\ngoats in the paddocks, or stealing beans and sweet red\ncarrots from the fields. Now and then he would throw\na word or two to a girl about five years his junior,\nand from the way in which he slewed her satchel round\nand rummaged in it for a ball, it was plain that there\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"781"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna202","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna202","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Martha, Sampson","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna202","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/Hanna202_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff195\n\nwas a relationship between them, although neither in\ncolouring nor cast of features was there any resenblance.\n\nAs they reached the brow of a hill, the drumming\nof a heavy engine vibrated in the air, and rising above\nthe trees about half-a-mile away, the children saw a\ndark feather of smoke. \"The thesher's up at your place,\nAndra Echlinl!\" a boy cried. The fairhaired boy strained\nhis ears to catch the sound. \"Aye, so it is!\" he said.\n\"Come on Martha, hurry up!\" and he thrust the ball into\nhis sister's satchel, caught her by the hand, and hurried\nher along the road.\n\nTo those of his companions who had kept up with\nhim, young Echlin pointed to where the loanen bank had\nbeen broken down by the tread of the tractor's wheel.\nThen he ran down the loanen, dragging his sister by the\nhand, until they came in sight of the thresher. Fainted\nred, blue and gold, with ornate scrolls carved in its\nframe, it sat at right angles to the last stretch of\nthe loanen that led uphill to the farm.\n\nA great load of gleaming straw which clouded out\nover the cart and the hindquarters of the horse was\njust drawing away from the noisy dusty scene. The driver,\nhis feet braced on the shafts, was half-hidden in the straw.\nAndrew waved his hand excitedly to him. \"Hello, Frank!\"\nhe shouted. The driver turned his yellow, wasted face\nslowly and looked at the boy in a vacant way before he\nnodded. Then he lashed the horse up the field track,\nleaving a free passage for the carts laden with sheaves\nthat came rumblinf down the loanen.\n\nPetie Sampson was forking up sheaves to Sarah who\nstood on the thresher platform. She loosed the bands and\nhanded the corn to Hamilton who splayed it out expertly\non the rollers until it vanished into the rumbling\npuffing interior. The shrill cries of the children\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"782"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna203","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna203","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Grain, Nightfall","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna203","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/Hanna203_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff196\n\nfailed to penetrate the uproar of the machinery, and it\nwas not until Sarah caught Hamilton\u2019s wink and nod that\nshe knew they were there. She leaned down and funnelled\nher mouth with her hands, \"Away up and Agnes'll get ye\nyour dinner - and then ye can come down and give a hand\nhere!\" . The boy nodded, but delayed to thrust his foot\ninto the rising pile of grain below the machine. Martha\nstood back in the hedge with her hands over her ears,\ngazing at the panting monster, and watching the patched\nancient belt bouncing between the wheels, The boy\nglanced up to see his mother\u2019s angry face, and although\nher words were inaudable, he grasped his sister's hand\nagain, and hurried up the loanen. Sarah, in answer to\nthe shout of the man beside her, tore off another band\nhastily and thrust the sheaf towards him. The machine\ngave a dry empty roar until again it felt the golden\nstraw and heavy heads among its rollers.\n\nMartha and Andrew paid little attention to their\ndinner, and in less than ten minute's time they were\nback among the threshers. Andrew was quickly absorbed\ninto the work, and his sister, much to his jealous anger,\nimmediately began to play with the cone of grain rising\non a canvas sheet below the machine. But he attracted his\nmother's attention to the girl and she was driven away.\n\nBy speeding up they managed to thresn two of the\nstacks by nightfall, and then the tired band of workers\nwith ropes, bags and baskets on rheir arms, went up to\nthe farm. Martha had been sent to bed long ago, but\nxxxx Andrew rode up the soft bumping field track with\nPetie. Agnes had supper ready for them when they\narrived. Seven spoons, four silver, three horn, lay at\nequal distance on the scrubbed table. When the men and\nthe boy were seated, Sarah and Agnes filled out plates\nof thick tripe soup with whole potatoes floating in it.\n\nAndrew sat listening drowsily to the engine-man\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"783"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna204","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna204","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Threshing, Signal","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna204","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/Hanna204_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff197\n\ntelling Hamilton and Frank about their neighbours'\nthreshing, and the difficulty he had moving the\ncumbersome machinery from one farm to another. The\nboy crumbled his buttered farl while he watched the\nothers lift the white cushions of bread between their\ndark, work-stained fingers, caught the glimpse of\nteeth as they opened their mouths and engulfed the\nbread, and fell asleep, lulled by their blurred and\nfloury speech.\n\nIt was the signal for everyone to go. Petie and\nAgnes left with the engine-man who was to sleep in the\nloft over the potato-house. \"We've an early day the\nmorra,\" said Hamilton, standing up and stretching himself\nwith a yawn. He turned out the lamp and ran it up to the\npolished ceiling.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"784"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna205","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna205","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"School, Mother","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna205","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/Hanna205_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff198\n\nChapter Two\n\nThe next morning, when the children awoke, the\nthreshed was already at work, and the heavy beat of the\nengine came to them through the clear morning air. They\narose quickly and in a few minutes were padding around\nbarefoot in the kitchen.\n\nSarah smiled to herself as she noticed that ANdrew\nate his porridge slowly, staring into the fire, and\ntwirling his bare toes together. '\u2019Come on, Andra,\" she\nsaid. \"You'll be late for school.\" \"I'm no going to\nscnool,\" answered the boy, raising his heed in a surprised\nmanner, as though his mother should have understood that\nhe must stay at home, today of all days. \"And me too'.\"\ncried Martha beating her plate with her porridge spoon.\n\"You're baith going to school,\" said Sarah. \"Now, no\nnonsense,\" she added sharply, as she saw her son's face\ndarken. \"Ye were kept at home for the hay and the praties.\nYe canna afford to miss any more schooling - or ye'll no\nbe able to read ava. That's enough from you, miss!\"\ncontinued the mother, stifling a protest from the little\ngirl. \"If you've finished your tea, go and put on your\nboots. It's time ye were out o' here.\"\n\nReluctantly the children left the table, but now\nthat they knew there was no further chance of a holiday\nthe fear of another authority and the punishment for\nbeing late urged them to hurry. Sarah had made up their\nlunch parcels and as she tucked one into each satchel\nshe said \"the threshing'll be done by the time you're\nback.\" Andrew ran down to the corner of the house. The\nsight of the two empty stack-stands and the third stack\nwith its head broken to the eaves, confirmed his mother's\nwords. Slowly he returned to where his mother and sister\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"785"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna206","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna206","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Loanen, Thresher","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna206","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/Hanna206_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff199\n\nstood. Sarah kissed both the children before they left.\nAS she bent over Andrew she said \"Get all the schooling\nye can son.Some day you\u2019ll get mair threshing than\nye want.\" The boy looked into her face gloomily, as\nif doubting her word.\n\nAs the children approached the thresher everyone\naround it seemed to be serving it feverishly. Even the\nhedges of the loanen they walked between were hung with\nstraw, as if they wore aprons to help with the work.\nMartha ran ahead to stare at the dancing belt and the\ntireless piston of the steam engine. Hugh followed\nslowly, kicking at the stones on the loanen. He thrust\na leg into the rising cone of grain until his boot and\nstocking were covered and he was standing knee-deep in\nthe hard white corn. He heard Martha calling him, and\nturning saw her, feet pressed together, standing at some\ndistance from the thresher. \"Stand here,\" she said \"close.\"\nHe put his feet close to hers and felt a tremor run up\nhis back. They were standing on a spine of whins tone\non which the tractor was set, end it pulsated like a\npiece of the engine. Martha\u2019s red cheeks were vibrating,\nand she opened her mouth small to let her teeth chatter.\n\"I\u2019m a chitty-wren!\u201c she shouted. \"You\u2019re daft,\" said\nAndrew, and without another look at the machine he\nturned and ran down the loanen to the road.\n\nThat day the boy's deafness seemed to grow worse.\nIt may have been the unusual volume of noise at the\nthreshing, or because he had slept uneasily the night\nbefore. That always made him deaf the following day.\nBy the midday break the voices of his schoolmates had\nbecame high-pitched notes without meaning to his ear.\nWhen he went back into school he kept head close to his\nwork so that none of his neighbours could talk to him.\nBut as the school hummed and drowsed through the warm\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"786"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna207","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna207","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Herriot, Deer","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna207","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/Hanna207_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff200\n\nautumn afternoon, Master Hierriot grew thirsty. He looked\nover the class before him and his eye rested on Andrew,\nthe nearest boy. \"Andrew,\" he said, go into the Master\u2019s\nhouse and bring me a glass of water.\" as he tossed\nAndrew the key his eyes wandered away\u2019 from the boy\u2019s\nface to the window. The thud of the key on his copy\nbook roused Andrew. The words that Herriot had spoken\nhad been meaningless to him but he knew that he had been\nordered to do something. His eyes followed Herriot's to\nthe window as he struggled desperately to interpret the\nwords, below the window was a press that held a pile\nof unframed, slates used by the older boys and girls for\ndictation and arithmetic.. Andrew got up and went over\nto the press and tried to insert the heavy key in the\nlock of the press. At that, a wave of laughter rose\nbehind him in a shrill squeal. He turned and found Mr\nHerriot\u2019s eyes fixed on him. \".\"Were you dozing, boy?\"\nasked the Master. Again Andrew strained madly to catch\nwhat the man was saying. \"Yes,\" he replied. Another\nsqueal of laughter rose from the class and a puzzled and\nangry frown came on Herriot\u2019s face. He stepped down from\nthe little platform behind his desk, cane in hand . \"Go\nin now, like a good lad, and bring the water from the\nhouse,\" he said slowly.\n\nAndrew stared at him for a moment, his face white\nwith fear and deperation. Suddenly he threw down the\nkey and raising his clenched fists beat them against his\nears. \"I\u2019m deef!\" he shouted, \"deef, deef, deef\u2019. \u201d He\nturned and ran out of the school and the startled and\nsilent children heard the thud of his feet receding over\nthe pebbled close. At a slower pace Herriot followed\nthe runaway. The faint breeze lifted his tired sandy hair\nas he steed on the step, looking up and down the road,\nbeyond the school wall he glimpsed a blue jersey passing\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"787"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna208","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna208","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Pipe, Martha","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna208","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/Hanna208_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff201\n\na gap in the hedge. He hurried down to the road and\ncalled on the boy, but he did not look back and soon\ndisappeared from the schoolmaster's view.\n\nThat evening, after six-o'clock tea, Herriot put\non his hat and set out for Rathard. The soft still\nevening light lay gently on the fields and Herriot\nnoted with pleasure that the last of the corn was being\nmoved to the stackyards as he ascended and descended\nthe little hills on the white road.\n\nAs he turned up the loanen leading to Hathard he\nnoted the banks torn and stamped by the toothed wheels\nof the tractor, and that the new ruts in the loanen had\nbeen already metalled. He was curious to see the strange\nhousehold about which he had heard so many rumours.\nUnder his arm he carried Andrew's tattered school. bag.\nAs he approached the farm he heard the boy's voice call\n'wheet-wheet! wheet-wheet!' and saw the bobbing line of\nducks come at his bidding, but the boy himself was\nhidden by the rowans at the mouth of the close.\n\nHerriot slowed his pace so that he wouldn't over-\ntake the ducks, and following behind them, came suddenly\nface to face with Andrew. He saw the look of sullen\nfear that came on the boy's face but he smiled pleasantly\nas he handed over the schoolbag. \"There you are,\nAndrew, you forgot that in your hurry today.\" Then the\nschoolmaster pushed his tweed hat back on his head and\ntook out his pipe. He nodded across the loanen. \"Your\nducks'll be wandering again,\" he said. At that moment\nthe little girl Martha burst out of the house, followed\nby a dog. She stopped short when she saw Herriot, and\nstood with her finger to her mouth, eyeing him warily.\n\nHerriot welcomed the interruption. \"Hello, Martha\"\nhe called \"So this is where you live?7\" Attracted by\nthe sound of the strange voice Sarah appeared in the\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"788"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna209","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna209","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Schoolbag, Habit","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna209","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/Hanna209_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff202\n\ndoorway of the dwelling-house, wiping her hands on her\napron. Martha backed towards her, still watching Mr.\nHerriot, and Andrew, realising that the trouble ahead\ncould not be averted, went off after his truant ducks.\n\nHerriot touched his hat and went forward. \"I'm\nthe master - Mr Herriot. You're Andrew's mother?\"\nSarah nodded, watching him carefully as her daughter had\ndone. \"You're welcome,\" she said \"Wont ye come in?\"\nHerriot thanked her and entered the kitchen.\n\n\"I brought back Andrew's schoolbag, He left it\nbehind him.\" As the woman did not speak he continued:\n\"I asked Martha if this was where she lived - but she's\nlost her tongue.\" The master smiled. \"You wouldn't\nthink it was the same girl at school.\"\n\nSarah glanced at her daughter and entered into\nHerriot's jocular mood. \"I'm sure she's a right nuisance\nat times to ye.\"\n\nThe man demurred and then said: \"I'd like a word\nwith you, Mrs Echlin.\"\n\n\"Martha,\" said her mother, \"away out and help\nAndrew house the ducks.\" When the girl had left the\nhouse Sarah turned enquiringly to the schoolmaster.\n\"Please sit down,\" she said, drawing forward a chair.\n\n\"Mrs Echlin,\" began Herriot, \"do you know that\nAndrew ran away from school today? \"No,\" he added, as\nhe noticed the expression on her face. \"The blame doesn't\nlie with the boy.\"\n\n\"Oh, who's to blame then?\" asked Sarah, bridling\nat his words.\n\n\"I dont know - perhaps no one. But Andrew's going\ndeaf. Bid you know that?\"\n\nShe wound her hands in her apron, a habit of hers\nwhen she was worried. \"I knew he was a bit deef at times.\nStill and all, he can hear well enough when he wants.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"789"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna210","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna210","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Master, Dumb","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna210","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/Hanna210_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff205\n\n\"Maybe,\u201d said, the master. \"But there was no\npretence today. He broke down - and I was wondering\nwere you doing anything about it.\"\n\n\"Ach, he gets hummings and drummings in his ears,\nbut they come and go wi' the weather. Anyway, what\ncan ye do about things like that?\"\n\n\"Well, you could take him to a doctor, and if his\nhearing is really threatened, there's a special school\nin Belfast to treat children like that.\"\n\n\"He doesn't need any more schooling. He's near\nthirteen now, and Mr Echiin was just saying t'other\nday that it was time the lad was brought home -\"\n\n\"I dont think you understand me, Mrs Echlin,\"\nHerriot said, interrupting her. \"I know Andrew will\nsoon be staying at home, but it was his ear trouble I\nwas thinking about. Believe me\" he continued earnestly,\n\"There's nothing more tragic than the loss of hearing.\nWe look on blind people and dumb people with pity and\nadmiration when they make the best of their disability,\nbut a deaf man is a dead man, for we always leave him\nout of our reckoning.\" He stood up and lifted his hat.\n\n\"I hope you'll see your way to doing something about\nAndrew, anyway.\"\n\nSarah appeared to be considering his words. 'Well\"\nshe said, \"I'll see what Mr Echlin says.\" as she\nfollowed Herriot to the door she added. \"But the boy'll\nsoon be leaving school, and deafness will be no\nhindrance to him working on the land. But thank ye\nall the same, Mr Herriot.\"\n\n\"That's all right. I just thought I'd better let\nyou know,\" and touching his hat to her, the master\nleft the farm.\n\nLater that evening, when they had all gathered in,\nAndrew watched his mother apprehensively. She laid his\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"790"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna211","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna211","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Schoolmaster, Slouched","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna211","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/Hanna211_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff204\n\nschoolbag on the dresser and crossing to the fireplace,\nlifted down the tea-caddy. She busied herself with\ninfusing the tea before she spoke. \"Master Herriot\nwas here the-day,\" she said at last.\nHamilton lowered his paper. \"Aye, and what did he\nwant?\"\n\n\"He was here to tell us that Andra was going deef.\"\n\"And what does he want us to do?\" queried the man. \"Buy\nhim new lugs?\" Little Martha giggled and Andrew smiled\nand lowered his eyes timidly.\n\nBut although the schoolmaster's visit had been\ndismissed in this manner, when bedtime came Sarah\ncalled the boy to her when he had undressed. She\nexamined his ears and then heated a little oil in a\nspoon and ran it into each ear. For several seconds\nthe lad stood with his head tilted to one side, his\neyes moving from his mother to Hamilton, and there was\nsuch an expression of anxious hope in his look that\nit arrested Hamiltoh's attention.\n\n\"Well? Well?\" burst from Sarah, sharply, impatiently.\n\nThe timid unhappy smile came on the boy's face\nagain. He shook his head. \"The bizzing's still there,\"\nhe said. Hamilton slouched back in his chair, lit his\ncold pipe and spat in the fire. \"Go tae your bed, son, \"\nsaid Sarah. When the boy had left them the couple by\nthe fire sat silent for a time. Then Hamilton knocked\nout his pipe and stood up. \"It's a quare thing the\ndeafness,\" he said, \"ye canna see it tae get at it.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"791"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna212","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna212","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"School, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna212","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/Hanna212_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff205\n\nChapter Three\n\nThe apparent indifference of Sarah and Hamilton\nto Andrew's deafness, and the scant regard they gave\nto Mr Harriot's advice, arose from neither indifference\nnor miserliness. Sarah had voiced the real reason\nwhen she told the schoolmaster that it was high time\nthat Andrew left school and started his life work on\nthe farm, a man can till and scatter the seed and reap\neven though his ears are dulled. Wasn't Frank with\nhis twisted body and slow stumbling step a greater man\nnow, than any creature who could only win a few rags\nfrom his tiny fields to cover his ox-like body?\n\nThe original farm of Hathard had spread in a series\nof swift outrushs. By judicious purchases, several\nsmall neighbouring farms had been absorbed, and the\nEchlin property had moved forward and spread out like\na pool that overflows and gathers at some small impediment,\nonly waiting to gather strength and flood into another\nlittle man's few acres. When Sarah went out in those\ngrey unwakened mornings, scratching herself and yawning,\nthere was nothing she loved better than to isolate\nthose fields, trees, loanens and roofs that had passed\ninto the hands of her and her men. When she had released\nthe fowl, she would lean on the eave of the henhouse,\nindifferent to the river of eager feathered creatures\nthat swirled past her ankles, and con the familiar\nfields again. \"All ours - all ours!\" Ah, there were\nstrong men and women wanted now in Rathard!\n\nStrong men and women. Not men with twisted backs....\nBut that had solved something too. Something of great\nimportance. Frank was slipping further and further back\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"792"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna213","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna213","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Father, Time","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna213","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/Hanna213_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff206\n\ninto the shadows of Rathard. Everything was silent and\nblind about him now, except his groans at night as he\nlay in his single bed, and the implacable hostility\nof his eyes when he watched Sarah. But on her side\nwas the strong unbroken man and the growing lad.\nNo one could dispute Hamilton as her husband and as\nfather to the children. He would have been the better\nman of the two, even if Frank had not wandered away\nfrom her and got himself broken. When a woman is\nforty and the faint colour that time has left on her\nface and bones is burned into her body like enamel,\nwhat does it matter if a man is clumsy and uncouth\nwhen they were alone? Time had solved many problems\nfor her, it would solve that one too.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"793"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna214","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna214","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Townland, Andrew","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna214","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/Hanna214_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff207\n\nChapter Four\n\nIn the farm-houses scattered through the townlands,\nSarah was known as Mrs Echlin. To the older generation\nher story had lost its savour; and what profit was there\nin retelling an old story against a strong family like\nthe Ehchlins? There may have been little change among\nthe names of the old-established families. The Ogles,\nBourkes, Fentlands, Gomartins,Arts, Gilmores, Purdys\nwere still thriving, but an old residenter was cut\ndown with each harvest, and birth, marriage and litigation\nhad changed the families in the farms.\n\nOne of the last threads that bound Sarah to her\npast was Agnes Sampson. Since those early unhappy days\nat Rathard Sarah had discussed all her problems with the\nwoman on Knocknadreemally hill. But a day came when\nshe lost her old friend.\n\nIt happened about six months after Andrew had left\nschool. One grey March afternoon as he was brerding a\ngap in the hedge near the road, he saw Petie trotting\ndown the hill as fast as his old legs would carry him.\nWhen he heard the boy chopping in the hedge he stopped\nand called on him. \"Andray Andra, son\u2019. Run for your\nmother and tell her Agnes is gey ill!\"\n\n\"Is she very badly, Petie?\"\n\n\"Aye, she's very badly. Now dont delay, like a good\nlad, but fetch Sarah.\"\n\n\"Will I yoke the pony and go to the dispensary for the\ndoctor, Petie?\" the boy asked eagerly.\n\n\"Ach, you know what Agnes is about doctoras! Now, like\na good son - or will I hae to go mysel?\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"794"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna215","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna215","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sofa, March","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna215","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/Hanna215_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff208\n\nIhe boy did not wait lor a second bidding, but fled up\nthe hil to Hathard. Old Petie turned and hurried back\nto his cottage.\n\nAgnes lay on the horsehair sola her breath coming\nheavily from between her dark lips, Petie raised her\nhead and wiped her mouth with a cloth. \"Sarah'11 be\nhere in a minute,\" he said \"Is there anything I can\nget ye?\" At the sound of his voice, she raised her\neyes to aim, her lips moving soundlessly. At the\nsight of the woman who had nursed and protected him\nfor so many years, now unable to help herself, Petie\nbroke into sobs, and falling on his knees, buried his\nface in her skirt. The dying woman groped blindly\nuntil she found, and laid her hands comfortingly, on\nhis bowed head. The effort seemed to calm her, for\nshe lat still, until her husband, gently disengaging\nher hand, arose, and went out see if Sarah, was coming.\n\nBut the glimmering bowl of the road lay grey and silent.\nA sudden March shower had fallen, and then swept\naway across the darkening hills. From every twig the\nsullen little drops crept down to feed the tumbling\ntrinket that suddenly found voice in the roots of the\nhedge. Slowly the old man entered the house and lowered\nthe kettle on the crane to bring it to the boil, as\nthough there would come seme moment when water would be\ncalled for, to bring relief to Agnes. Then he dragged\na cutty-stool to the side of the sofa and taking his\ndying wife's hand between his own, sat with his back\nturned stubbornly to the siient door and the waning light.\n\nThen suddenly he heard the quick step of Sarah on\nthe flat stones outside the door. She entered hurriedly,\npeering into the gloom of the cottage. \"What's ailing\nher, Petie?\" she asked. The old man stood up, shaking\nhis head helplessly. \"Andra's away in the cart for the\ndoctor,\" continued Sarah, as she raised Agnes's head to\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"795"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna216","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna216","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rafters, Rathard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna216","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/Hanna216_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff209\n\nplace a cushion under it. The grey hair of the woman,\nunloosed from its fastening, streamed down onto the\nfloor. At the sight of it, Petie turned away, wringing\nhis hands. \"Come on now, Petie, like a good man,\"\nsaid Sarah drawing a small bottle from her pocket, \"get\nme a clean spoon 'til I give her a ixa sup o' this\nwhiskey.\" as she spoke the woman on the sofa gave a\ngreat sigh. Petie stumbled across the room and bent\nover her. \"She's dead!\" he cried. \"Oh, Agnes, Agnes,\ndont leave me!\" He fell on the floor beside the sofa\nsaying over and over again: \"Oh my God, what'll become\no' me now - what'll become o' me now?\"\n\nAfter she had raised the old man to a chair, Sarah\ngot out linen, and as she was binding Agnes's head,\nAndrew arrived with the doctor. The doctor was familiar\nwith the dead woman's reputation and he gave a gesture\nof impatience as he brushed aside a bunch of herbs\ndangling from the rafters, but he laid his hand\nsympathetically enough on Petie's drooping shoulder.\nThere was little he could do, and after a word or two\nwith Sarah, he left, Andrew driving him away.\n\nWith the tottering help of old Petie, Sarah carried\nthe dead woman into the bedroom, where she washed her and\nlaid her out. She finished alone, for Petie had sunk\ninto his rope-bottomed chair, and sat staring into the\nfire. She tidied the room and went up into the kitchen.\n\"I'll send Andra down to bide wi' ye the-night, Petie,\"\nshe said. The old man shook his head. \"I'll stay alone\nwi' her the-night,\" he replied.\n\nBidding him goodnight, Sarah left the cottage and\nset off wearily for Rathard. At the top of the loanen\nshe turned and looked down on the countryside. The\nSpring dusk was thickening on the fields, and in the\nhollows of the little hills the trees stood like grey\npencil strokes. Here and there over the townlands lights\nwinked up in the darkness but she could see no light\ngleaming from Knocknadreemally.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"796"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna217","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna217","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Hamilton","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna217","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/Hanna217_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff210\n\nChapter Five\n\nAs Andrew and Martha grew up, Frank found less\nwork to do in the fields, and spent most of his waking\nday in the barns and byres but rarely in the house, for\nhe was obsessed with the idea that Sarah wanted him out\nof the way. And so he made jobs for himself, that he\nmight still claim some part in the life of the farm.\nMany times Hamilton had asked him to relinquish his\nwork, assuring him that he, more than anyone, could\nrest and take it easy.\n\n\"D'ye say rest?\" Frank turned his face up to his\nbrother who leaned over the half-door of the mealshed,\nwatching him draw a waxend through a broken fragment of\nharness, \"Rest, and let that witch fault me for doing\nno work about the place?\" He rose and shambled over to\nthe door, Putting his face close to his brother's he\nwhispered: \"That's where she wants me, ye know.\" He\npointed to the ground, winked, put a finger to his lips,\nand shambled back to his stool. Hamilton stood silent\nfor a moment. \"What the hell are ye blethering about,\nman?\" he said. Frank looked up, smiled twistedly, and\nnodded. \"I'm telling you\" he added. Hamilton kicked\nthe half-door open, strode in, and stood over his brother.\n\"What witch - what d'ye mean?\" Frank dropped the harness\nfrom his hands, hands still lean and brown and finely\nshaped. He raised his face to his brother with a child-\nlike smile. Slowly Hamilton laid his hands on the\nmisshapen shoulders and sank down on his kness beside\nFrank. \"Frankie boy, are we bad to ye? Are we hasty in\nthe tongue wi' ye, at times? God knows, Frankie, but we\ndont mean to be, we dont mean to be.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"797"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna218","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna218","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Broken, Shed","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna218","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/Hanna218_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff211\n\nFrank laid a finger gently on his brother's cheek.\nSome of the tenderness of his young manhood shone in his\neyes. \"We? You're close knit, aren't ye, Hami? There's\nno splitting ye.\"\n\n\"The three o' us, Frankie,\" Hamilton mumbled. \"The\nthree o' us is woven througnother.\" HE felt frank draw\naway from him and saw the sidelong furtive glance of\nhis eyes. \"That's a lie. I'm no part of ye now. I'm\nnot woven intae this place. I'm the broken reed wi'\nthe withered pith.\"\n\nHamilton tried to draw his brother to him again,\nbut Frank held him off, turning his face away from the\nman kneeling beside him. \"I'll have none o\u2019 ye. I\nsinned onct, and God chastised me. Now I know I maun\nsave another from sinning.\" Hamilton stood up and\npulled the crippled man round to face him. \"Who'll\nye save, frank?\" he asked harshly. \"I'll say no\nmore,\" answered the other, pushing his hand from his\nshoulder.\n\nFor some time Hamilton stood gazing at his\nbrother's back. Frank had lifted the piece of harness\non to the top of some bags of Indian corn at the end\nwall, and was fumbling at it in the gloom of the shed.\nHamilton knew that his brother couldn't see what was in\nhis hand, and for some reason the thought made him\nafraid. \"Come out into the light, Frank,\" he said \"Come\nout into the light, man.\"\n\n\"I want no light for what I'm doing,\" answered the\nman in the gloom. Hamilton retreated to the door, and\nlifting a straw, drew it thoughtfully through his teeth.\n\"Aye, by God, maybe you're speaking an honest word at\nthat,\" he said at last, and left the shed, closing the\nhalf-door after him.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"798"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna219","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna219","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Field, Children","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna219","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/Hanna219_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff212\n\nHe saw Sarah coming up from the well in the lough\nfield, her body straight and taut between the two lipping\nbuckets held away from her skirt by a wooden hoop. As\nshe stepped unsteadily on the rutted track little silver\nfringes of water leapt out from the buckets and fell on\nthe earth. He walked slowly across the close and down\nthe track and seated himself on the stone dyke. Sarah\nput down the buckets with a sigh of relief and rubbed\nher numb fingers. \"It's fine to see the gentry taking\nthe air on a summer's day,\" she said. Hamilton's lips\ncurved in a smile, then he crooked his finger for her\nto come nearer. \"Sarah, tell me, have ye noticed Frank\ntalking ower much to Andra or the wee girl?\"\n\n\"For why?\"\n\nHamilton raised his hand. \"I only asked ye a\nquestion. Have ye, or have ye no?\"\n\n\"Nothing more nor ordinary.\"\n\n\"All right, then. Now, there's nothing to be\nfeard of,\" he added, noticing the uneasiness on the\nwoman's face. \"Frank had just been acting a wee bit odd,\nof late.\"\n\n\"Aye, odder than ye think. He attended Ravara\nMeeting-House last Sunday. That's where he was in the\ntrap.\"\n\nHamilton's face lit up. \"B'God, I'm glad to hear\nthat! He's welcome to it, if it gives him any comfort,\nfor the cratur has had a wicked time of it, wi' that\nback o' his. Aye, he's welcome to it.\"\n\n\"Aye,\" echoed Sarah, but her expression was not\none of agreement. Hamilton stepped into the hoop and\nswung the buckets up lightly in his fingers. But he\nwas silent as they made their way towards the farmhouse.\nHe hadn't told Sarah what was uppermost in his mind, and\nnow his loyalty to his brother was struggling with his\nloyalty to Sarah and the children. ,When they reached\nthe gate into the close he put down the buckets and\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"799"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna220","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna220","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sarah, Garden","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna220","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/Hanna220_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff213\n\nand turned to the woman. \"Sarah, I want no more said\nabout this - but, if ye see Frank - kind of - telling\nthe weans things - I dont mean wicked things - but\nthings that might scald their hearts -\"\n\nSarah laughed, but their was a tender note in her\nvoice when she spoke: \"Hami, why do ye say one thing\nand think another? You're feard that now Frank has\ngot the religion he might take the notion to tell\nAndrew or Martha about - us?\"\n\n\"Aye! Aye, that's it!\" burst out Hamilton more\nstirred and troubled when he heard his innermost fear\nspoken aloud. \"Sarah, we've been good to the wee ones,\nhaven't we? They've naught tae reproach us wi' have\nthey?\" He watched her with fear and anxiety.\n\nAt that moment Martha jumped from the corner of\nthe barn and shouted loudly to frighten them. Sarah\nopened her arms and cried: \"Come, my wee lamb!\" The\ngirl flew across the close, nutbrown, lithe, beautiful,\nand sprang into her mother's arms. \"I scairt ye, didn't\nI? I scairt ye!\" she shouted, hiding her face in her\nmother's neck. \"Aye, dearie, ye scairt us,\" answered\nSarah, folding her arms passionately around the child.\nHamilton lifted the buckets and followed them into the\nhouse.\n\nOne evening later, Sarah was weeding in the rath\ngarden. A hush lay on the farm disturbed only by the\nbelling of a dog on the shore and the thud of Andrew's\nspade beyond the earthwork where he widened a trinket\nof water to make another pond for the ducks. His elders\nhad advised him against it, but he was unheeding, and\nthe rich-smelling soil, the fragrance of the garden, and\nthe calmness of the evening, bred in Sarah a lazy\ncontentment with whatever her son did. Suddenly she\nheard a low sibilant whistle from beyond the blackthorn\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"800"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna221","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna221","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Hedge","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna221","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/Hanna221_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff214\n\nhedge to her left, and then Frank\u2019s voice calling\nquitely \u2019Andra!\nHi, Andra!\" She raised her head over\nthe screen of daisies and saw Andrew looking over his\nshoulder expectantly. Frank called again and she\nwatched the boy drop his spade and walk round the rig\nof the field beyond the rath. Creeping stealthly\nacross the garden she peered through the hedge. Frank\nhad climbed up through the young corn and was seated\non a tumbled mound of the rath in such a way that she\ncould clearly see his face. The boy stood before him,\nwaiting for the man to speak.\n\n8\"Aye, Frank? Ye called me?\"\n\n\"I called ye son, I wanted a word wi\u2019 ye.\" The\nboy waited obediently before the man, but as the\nseconds dragged past in silence, stirred and glanced\nimpatiently over his shoulder. \"I wanted tee - \"\nFrank halted again and Sarah saw the mounting resolve\nin his eyes. She tensed herself to break through the\nhedge when to her amazement Frank caught the boy to\nhim and burst into tears. \"My wee son!\" he cried \"My\nwee son!\" She saw Andrew look round in distress, and\nthen lay a soothing hand on the bowed head of the cripple.\nShe crept down from the hedge, and stole back across the\ngarden, as silently as she had come.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"801"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna222","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna222","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Knocknadreemally, Nightshirt","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna222","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/Hanna222_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff215\n\nChapter Six\n\nA girl of about sixteen years of age wheeled her\nbicycle out of the loanen leading to Rathard, and\ncrossing carefully to the other side of the road, pointed\nthe front wheel to Knocknadreemally Hill. She didnt\nmount immediately but stood looking at the bicycle with\nobvious satisfaction. It was brand-new. The spokes\nand rims twinkled in the sunlight as she let it run\nforward, and the black and yellow strings of the\ndress-guard were as taut and clean as harp-strings.\nShe pushed it a little faster and put on the front brake.\nWhen the back wheel rose slightly from the road at this\nsudden check, the girl chuckled in delight with a note\nas sweet as the bell on the handlebars. It was a lovely\nbicycle.\n\nShe mounted, and after a few preliminary wobbles\npicked up speed to thrust swiftly down the slope before\nthe ascent of Knocknadreemally. The impetus of her\nflight carried her halfway u'p the hill, then she raised\nherself over the bars, her bare shapely legs thrusting\nstrongly on the pedals, her red lips open as she breathed.\nShe defeated and completely subdued the hill under her\ntwinkling wheels, and shook back her brown curls to the\ncool air when she reached the level. On her right were\ntwo small cottages, one shuttered, with a beard of grass\non its thatch, now used by her family as a potato-house.\nAt the second, as she sped past it, she saw a bent old\nman clad only in a nightshirt, standing at the door.\nFor the briefest mbment she saw him reach out a clawed\nfinger at her, saw a smile break on his dirty stubbled\nface, heard him cry \"wee Martha! wee Martha!.\" But\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"802"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna223","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna223","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Feathers, Martha","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna223","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/Hanna223_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff216\n\nshe was safely past, rushing down the hill away from the\nold fool and the stench that neighbours said came from\nhis dark untended home since his wife died.\n\nAt the bottom of the hill a flock of hens lay on\nthe road murmuring to each other, yawning and fluffing\ndust on their feathers. She bore down on them laughing\nand trilling her bell madly. They fled before her.\nspinning wheel, searching holes in the hedges, and when\nshe was far away she could still hear their indignant\nabuse and the angry stutter of the cock.\n\nShe cycled along the undulating road that ran\nthrough Banyil Moss, and after pushing up a hill\ndismounted at the door of Skillen's grocery store. The\nshop was a continuation of Skillen's dwelling-house, a\npretentious pebble-dashed house, with a fringe of\nnastartuims running along the base of the wall.\n\nThe shop itself was large and dark and the air\nheavy with the varied odours that rose from the merchandise\nthat the store displayed. From the left of the door the\nheavy dusty smell of meals, crushed corn and maize\nmingled with the smells of bacon, red cheese, onions,\ncandles , camphor and agricultural medicines. A large\nred oil-drum, with a copper measure dangling from the\nspigot, sat in a dark circle of paraffin soaked into the\nfloor. At the ping of the doorbell a young man's head\nrose from behind a round red cheese that sat on the\ncounter. He hurried forward wiping his fingers on his\napron. \"Hello, Martha,\" he said grinning bashfully. The\ngirl held out the string shopping bag she carried. \"I want\nhalf-a-pound o' tea, and two pounds o' sugar, and my\nmother says'll ye get the van to leave up four gallons\no' paraffin the next time its near our place?\" The youth\nunwound his fingers from his apron and took the bag. \"I\nsuppose you're letting on ye dont remember me going to\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"803"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna224","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna224","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Joe, Tobacco","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna224","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/Hanna224_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff217\n\nRavara School?\" \"Of coarse I remember ye!  Didnt ye\ngo to school with our Andrew?\" retorted the girl,\nscornf'al at such peurile raillery. \"Then what do they\ncall me?\" he demanded. \"They call ye Joe Skillen.\"\n\"Ah, then ye do remember me!\" cried Joe triumphantly.\n\"Of course 1 remember ye. D'ye think I'm as daft as\nail that!\"\n\nJoe, chivalrously acknowledging defeat, retreated\nbehind the counter and put the tea and sugar in the\nstring bag. \"Ye wont forget the paraffin?\" asked the\ngirl as she accepted her purchases. \"I'll bring it up\nmeself. I cant say fairer nor that!\" cried the youth,\nrubbing his hands together briskly. The girl looked\nat him gravely. \"No, I suppose ye cant,\" she agreed.\n\nHe opened the door for her and followed her out\nonto the road, as she stepped across the bicycle and\nstood poised, Joe rearranged the string bag that she had\nhung on the handlebars. \"It might catch on the brakes,\"\nhe warned, Suddenly he slid his hand along the bar\nuntil it closed on her's. He felt her warm brown hand\nquiver under his like a bird. \"I'll be up wi' the\nparaffin one of these evenings, soon,\" he said in a\nquick unsteady voice. He bent his head down to see her\nface under her tumbled hair. Her mouth was curved in\nlaughter, and his neart raced again. Without a word she\nshook her hand loose, and pushing vigorously on the\npedals sped away fiom him.\n\nWhen he went back into the shop his father was\ncutting tobacco at the counter. \"who was that ye were\nushering out?\" he demanded. \"Martha Echlin from Rathard.\"\n\"Oh, it was, was it?\" said his father putting down the\ntobacco knife and turning his red moon face on his son.\n\"Well, you've damned little to do wi\u2019 your time, helping\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"804"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna225","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna225","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Jezebel, Tobacco","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna225","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/Hanna225_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff213\n\nthat daughter o' Jezebel t\u2019load a pickle o' tea and\nsugar on her bislick. Damned little to do.\" And tucking\nthe plug of tobacco into his waistpocket, he left the\nshop by the door leading to the dwelling-house.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"805"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna226","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna226","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kipper, Boots","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna226","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/Hanna226_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff219\n\nChapter Seven\n\nFar away, on a neighbouring hill, a cock clapt\nhis fiery wings and lifted his trumpet to the sky. In\nthe bog below Knocknadreemally a cow crooned patiently.\nA bronze shape stirred in a corner of Petie Sampson?s\nkitchen, shook itself, stepped into the middle of the\nfloor and stretched its long body. The prying light\nthat filtered through the window glowed on the warm\ncolouring of the dog and lit up the miserable kitchen,\nwith its spider-linked roots and dusty jars. The dog\ntrotted over to the sofa and nosed Petie where he lay\nin his cocoon of blankets. The old man turned over\nmuttering but didnt rise until Kipper (the seventh in\na line of Irish setters of that name) laid his forepaws\nover his chest with a resounding thump. Petie shook him\noff. \"Damn-it-skin, you're a right pest,\" he mumbled.\nAfter a few seconds of groaning, stretching and scratching\nhis belly under his shirt, he lowered his bent naked legs\nto the floor. still scratching himself he hobbled across\nthe earth floor to the chair where he had thrown his\ntrousers the night before.\n\nHe drew' them on, and a pair of socks as stiff as\nboards, and clumped into his boots. His toilet was as\nbrief and simple as his dog's - a rubbing of his eyes\nwith a soiled cloth and phelgmy spittle shot into the\nback of the smouldering fire, and he was ready for\nbreakfast and the day's work. He drew the bolt of the\ndoor and went out to relieve himself at the gable of\nthe house. When he came in again he prodded the fire,\nthrew a fresh turf on it, and pushed the porridge-pot\nand the soot-crusted kettle into the embers. When a\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"806"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna227","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna227","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Belfast, Petie","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna227","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/Hanna227_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff220\n\nlanguid bubble burst on the surface of the porridge he\nstirred the skin into the steaming mess. \"Gie's it\na bit o' body,\" he explained to Kipper, who sat on his\nhaunches watching expectantly his master's preparations.\n\nWhen the porridge was warm enough to be spooned\ninto two dishes the kettle shot a splutter of steam\nand water from its spout. Petie took a canister from\nthe mantelboard and shook a handful of tea into his\npalm. He emptied this into the kettle and poured out\nanother handful from the canister. 3efore he added\nthis to the water he poured some of the brew into the\nback of the fire, observing critically its strength and\ncolour. \"Strong enough,\" he said, emptying the handful\nback into the canister. \"That'll gie us a fresh cup\nwhen we get back frae Belfast.\" The tea and the porridge\nand a few dried crusts were mixed up on a dish for\nKipper; Petie lifted his own plate onto his knee, and\nmaster and dog ate their hreakfast.\n\nThe daylight had broadened when Petie went out\nagain. He lifted his nose and sniffed appreciatively\nat the marbled sky. \"We'll get a dry run the-day,\nKipper boy, if that sky houlds. \"Tis time them boyos\nwere showing signs,\" he added, looking down the silent\nroad towards Ravara. But he had scarcely gone back into\nthe cottage again before faint shouts came filtering up\nthe hill, and an undertone of many hooves. Pulling on\nhis jacket and cramming a battered hat on his head,\nPetie trod down the fire, lifted an ashplant from the\ncorner, drove Kipper out befor him, and closed the door.\n\nStretching from hedge to hedge a solid hered of\ncattle was advancing up the hill. A man carrying a now\nuseless hurricane lamp strode before them. As he\napproached Petie he threw back his head and roared\n\"Are ye up yet, Petie, me ould dragoon!\" \"Aye, I'm\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"807"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna228","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna228","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kipper, Catholics","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna228","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/Hanna228_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff221\n\nup, and waiting for ye this past hour,\" answered Petie.\n\"Well, put this lamp somewhere, and get in shint wi' the\nbrother. Obediently Petie took the lamp and put it in\nthe small lean-to at the end of the cottage.\n\nThe herd had passed him by this time and he had to\nrun to catch up with the young man who followed the\nanimals. He nodded to Petie and then turned his attention\nKo a little black bitch that snarled and bristled as\nhipper gambolled playfully around her. The young man\nslapped his stick on his moleskin leg. \" Quit that,\nMolly, or I\u2019ll cut the tripes out o\u2019 ye!\" he shouted,\npolitely ignoring Petie\u2019s dog. He turned and again\nnodded amiably to Petie. \"Doesna know a gentleman when\nshe meets one - bad wee baste.\u201d \"But powerful at the\nherding,\u201d answered Petie, not to be outdone in politeness.\nWith a few further words between them the three men\nsettled down to driving the cattle on the long road to\nArdpatrick and the cattle train.\n\nThe two brothers who had offered Petie a day\u2019s work\nin helping with the cattle to Belfast, were Hugh and Peter\nOgle, young larmers from the towniand of Lusky Woods.\nThey were Catholics, which might have deterred Petie in\nhis younger and more obstreperous days. But beggars\ncant be choosers , and Petie's life was now as near a\nbeggarly one as made no difference. He was wanted no\nmore at Bourke\u2019s farm where young Mr Bourke had done all\nthe byres up in tiles and cement with a new-fangled\nmilking machine. At Rathard he could still get a meal\nand a spell of light work, but Sarah had made it clear\nto him that he was a nuisance when he went up too often,\nand had a way of tossing him a pair of done boots or a\ntattered jacket that hurt the old man\u2019s pride. Forgotten\nwas the glib resolution to give old Petie the means to\nlive out a decent old age, and only Hamilton had returned\nthe old man his half-crown rent for the cottage one day,\nand told him not to worry about it again.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"808"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna229","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna229","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ogle, Queen's Bridge","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna229","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/Hanna229_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff222\n\nBut hot even Petie could eke out life with the\nhelp of thirty pence a week. So Peter Ogle, a man of\n humanitymoved to pity perhaps by having seen old Petie\nworking round his cottage, or perhaps by some casual\nassociation of name, had cycled over a few days ago to\nask him to help with the cattle with a promise that there\nwould be a shilling or two in it, at the end of the day.\nAnyway, here were Petie and Kipper on their way to Belfast,\nthe lovely animal circling the cattle effortlessly at the\nmen\u2019s bidding, and Petie trotting from side to side,\nshouting, blattering rumps with his stick, his wizened\nface scarlet with excitement and pleasure.\n\nThe bullocks were loaded into the cattle wagons\nand the three men and the two dogs climbed into a third\nclass carriage. On the way to Belfast Hugh Ogle produced\na pack of broken cards and in front of Petie's staring\neyes proceeded to lose fifteen shillings to his brother.\n\"Made o\u2019 money, that\u2019s what ye are - made o' money,\u201d\nwhispered the old man gazing at the brothers in dismay\nand awe. Peter Ogle gave him a slap on the chest that\nsent him into hie corner. \"Tits, man!\" he shouted,\n\"sure its ell coming out o' one pocket!\" And the brothers\nlay back end roared with laughter.\n\nAt Belfast they got the cattle safely out of the\nstation and turned on Queen's Bridge for the Sand quay.\nAmong the thundering traffic of the city Petie's\nconfidence ebbed, and he kept close to the cattle, so\nclose indeed that sometimes he was walking between the\nsteaming flanks of the beasts, and his eyes were as\nwide and bewildered as those of the cattle he drove.\nBut the Ogles were experienced drovers and soon the\ncattle were trotting briskly down the Sand Quay, past\nthe church of St John's and into the cattle market,\nwhen there business was settled Peter, Petie and Hugh\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"809"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna230","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna230","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cromac, Wages","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna230","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/Hanna230_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff225\n\ncrossed over the bridge to Cromac Square, turned down\ntowards the city centre, entered a public-house and\nordered drinks.\n\nThey lifted, their pints from the counter and\ncarried them over to a snug. When they were seated\nPeter Ogle lifted his glass, closed his eyes, and\nslugged down the porter in one long draught. He set\ndown his glass and shook his head appreciatively at\nhis brother and Petie. \"That clears the cow-clap out\no' your throat, all right,\" he said .When the others\nhad finished their drink Peter beckoned to the barman.\n\"Three more pints, will ye? And bring a couple o\u2019 tin\nlids or something for the dogs.\" The pints came, bland\nas milk, and a chipped enamel basin for the dogs. The\nthree men each poured a little of their porter into the\nbasin, and Kipper and Ogles\u2019 bitch approached it warily\nand dipped their tongues in the frackled umber liquid.\n\nHugh Ogle glanced at Petie who sat beside him and\nthen nodded briefly to his brotner. \"Damn-it-sowl, I\nnear forgot!\" cried the man opposite, and fishing with\nhis finger and thumb in his waist pocket, drew out a\npound note and pushed it down into the breast pocket\nof Petie's jacket. The old man fumbled at the note\nand drew it out. An expression of surprise and dismay\ncame on his face when he saw the magnitude of his\nwages. \"Dammit, men there's no call for that, no call\nat all. Quarter o' it would have been more\u2019n enough\n\n\"Not a word out o' ye, now - not a word!\" cried\nPeter. \"Come on Hugh boy, dip the hand afore we choke\nwi' thirstt!\" The barman was summoned again, and when\nthat round was consumed Petie insisted on standing his\nwhack. As the drink mounted in them the brothers found\nthe porter slow and the pints gave way to bottles of\nstout and the stout to \u2019half-uns\u2019 and \u2019balls o\u2019 malt.'\nThey were big robust men, the Ogles, living a hard\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"810"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna231","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna231","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ireland, Laughter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna231","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/Hanna231_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff224\n\nvigorous life, and the whiskey only fired them and\nloosened their tongues. And Petie, who had drunk\nmore in the past two hours than he had in the past\nten years, hung grimly on to the discourse, and the\ntable. The brothers held out their arms for him to\nfeel and boasted about their strength and skill at\ngaelic football.\n\n\"And I tell ye what, Petie, me bould cock,\" said\nHugh, \"you\u2019ll see the day when we\u2019ll all be playing\nthe ould Irish games - all creeds and persuasions o'\nus!\"\n\nThis generous piece of heterodoxy was matched by\nPetie raising himself uncertainly at the table and\nsinging:\n\nIreland was a Nation\nAlien England was a pup\nAnd Ireland will be Ireland\nWhen England's buggered up.\nI'm as good a Roman Cath-o-lick\nAs ever went to Mass\nAnd all you English gentlemen\nCan kiss me Irish Ass!\n\nA tremendous uproar broke out from the snug at\nthis. Hugh Ogle thumped the partition with his fist,\nand Peter, tears of laughter running down his face,\nraised old Petie's hat and clapped it back on his head.\n\"Ch-ho, ye black-mouthed ould Presbyterian! We\u2019ll have\nye in wi\u2019 us yet, before ye die!\" he roared. The bar-\ntender had to shout before he could make himself heard.\n\"Come on you men, pack it up. Ye saw that sign up there\n- 'No Party Songs'. You\u2019ve had enough - more'n enough\nby the look o\u2019 your da,\" and he jerked his thumb at\nretie.\n\n'One more for the road, manager,\" said Hugh, raising\nhis hand. \"Not a damn drop - you've got all you're gonna\nget in this house.\" He held the door open invitingly.\n\"Now, any time ye like - gentlemen.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"811"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna232","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna232","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Barman, Kipper","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna232","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/Hanna232_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff225\n\n\"Ye can go t'hell,\" said Hugh, settling further\nback in his corner of the snug. But the barman was\nexperienced in the ways of drunks. He opened the door\nand stared coldly at Petie until the old man, unable\nto bear his scrutiny any longer, stumbled to his feet\nand came out of the snug followed slowly by the\nbrothers and the two dogs. The barman followed them\npolitely and distantly to the street door and held it\nopen for them to pass out.\n\n\"I could go back and clip that boyo one,\" said\nHugh. \"Ah, come on,\" said his brother. \"It's time\nwe had something to eat any way. M'belly thinks my\nthroat\u2019s cut.\" Petie stood with Kipper pressed closely\nagainst his leg, bewildered by the hurrying city crowd\nthat streamed past them. \"Would there be a place close\nat hand here where we could get a bite?\" he asked. \"And\na bit o' steak,\" he added, jingling the half-crowns in\nhis pocket.\n\n\"And a spud for the dogs,\" said Peter. \"Come on,\nmen, we\u2019ll hae to go up the middle o\u2019 the town I\u2019m\nfeard. There\u2019s no eating-places about here. Here's\na tram coming,\" he added, halting at a tram-stop where\na crowd of shipyard workers had gathered. Petie stared\nfearfully at the red clanging vehicle as it bore down\non them. \"Could we no walk a bit, Peter? A mouthful\no' air will do us good\n\n\"Not at all, man!, Ye never walk anywhere in the\ncity.\"\n\n\"They'll no take the dogs on her,\" said Petie\nwithout much hope as the tramcar grinded to a stop\nbefore them.\n\n\"Oh aye, they willl!\"retorted Peter. \"Upstairs wi'\nye now!\" he shouted, herding his brother and Petie and\nthe dogs off the pavement.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"812"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna233","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna233","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"City, Kipper","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna233","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/Hanna233_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff226\n\nBy vigorous use of their shoulders the Ogles gained\na foothold on the platform. Behind them came the dogs\nand Petie, buffeted and tossed by the men pressing\nbehind him. Just as he got his foot on the step, a\nyouth came clattering down the stairs and leapt from\nthe tram, knocking him staggering back onto the street.\n\nThe conductor, open-mouthed, craned his neck over a mass\nof oil-stained caps to see if everyone was safely on.\n\n\u2019\u2019All aboard!\" someone sang out. The bell pinged and\nthe tram, gathering speed, snored into the brown city\nmurk. Just before it disappeared, Petie saw a sudden\nupheaval among the men crushed on the platform. A lithe\ngolden shape wriggled out from the moving tram, slithered\nalong the road for a few feet and then turned and came\nbounding joyfully back to Petie. It was Kipper.\n\nFurther up the road a mill suddenly released\nhundreds upon hundreds of men and women. They came\nsurging down the pavement, sweeping all before them, so\nthat pedestrians moving in the opposite direction had\nto hug the wall or step off onto the street. In a\nfumbling darting run Petie and Kipper crossed the street\nto the quieter side. What little sense of direction the\nold man once had was now lost. Hunger, weariness, and\ntoo much drink had left him in a befuddled condition\nready to be swept along by any force outside himself.\n\nHe had crossed at the opposite tram-stop, and now,\nwhen a tram drew up before him, he moved forward\nautomatically with the other waiting people, clinging\ndesparately to Kipper\u2019s scruff. \"Upstairs with that dog,\"\nordered the conductor and Petie stumbled upstairs. He\nheld out two pennies when the conductor came along. \"One\nfor me and one for the dog,\" he said. The people who\noverheard him, laughed, but the conductor snatched a penny\na penny from his hand and thrust a ticket into the crook\nof his thumb. A kindly woman leant over to Petie. \"They\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"813"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna234","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna234","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Tram, Conductor","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna234","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/Hanna234_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff227\n\ntake dogs free,\u201d she said. She smelt the reek of whiskey\nfrom him and turned her head abruptly away.\n\nThe tram lurched and sang up the road, climbing\nout of the city. To Petie it was a confused blur of\nhurrying people, the lighted windows of huckster shops,\nhoardings, dirty brick walls, street lamps, and\npeople; people scurrying blindly along the pavements\nor moving forward in patient droves as the tram stopped.\n\n\"Penny stage!\" The tram came to a stop, then\nlaboriously began to pick up speed again, only to be\nhalted by a fierce tang of the bell. The conductor\ncame clattering up the stairs. \"Hi you! Penny stage!\"\nand he plucked Petie's sleeve. Petie gaped at him\nand then turned to the man who shared his seat. The\nman caught his eye. \"Your penny\u2019s up. Are ye getting\noff?\" Petie grasped at the only phrase he understood.\n\nHe nodded eagerly. \"Aye aye, getting off.\" He rose,\ndragging Kipper from among the passengers\u2019 feet and\ncrawled downstairs after the conductor. As he stepped\ndown onto the street he could see the passengers in\nthe lower saloon staring angrily at him.\n\nThere was a public-house at the corner of the\nstreet where he alighted. After looking round him\nhelplessly the old man pushed the door open and went\nin. There were already several men drinking at the\ncounter, some having a quick one before they went home,\nsome who had no intention of going home until their\nmoney was done or they were turned out. At the end of\nthe pub, with his back to the fire, stood a young Irish\nGuardsman surrounded by three or four other men, his\nrelations or neighbours. A shining receptacle filled\nwith tiers of pies spouted steam on the counter.\n\nPetie*s breath whistled through his lips as the warm\nodours of food and drink came to his nose. He herded\nKipper into a snug and sat down, waiting for the barman.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"814"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna235","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna235","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Partition, Guardsmen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna235","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/Hanna235_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff228\n\nWhen he came the old man ordered a pint and two pies.\nHe tossed a pie to the dog, bit ravenously into the\nother one, and gulped down a draught of porter. When\nhe had finished he stood up and called over the partition\nfor two more pies. He threw one on the floor for the\ndog, but he ate his own more slowly, for his hunger was\nblunted.\n\nThe bar was filling up quickly. Men who had been\ndrinking since knocking-off time in the mills found a\nnew thirst as workmates arrived. The hum of talk, the\nring of glasses, and the thud of cork-drawers grew\nlouder. People trickled into the snugs on either side\nof Petie and at last his snug door was opened and a\nman and woman, after glancing at him, slipped in and\nsat down. Petie moved back into the corner and pushed\nthe dog under the seat, but the man and woman hadn't\na word for him, and he began to feel lonely.\n\nThen over the din of the pub rose a voice singing\nThe Bold Penian Men:\n\n... all who love foreign law\nNative or Sassanach,\nMust out and make way for the bold Fenian men!\n\nPetie's eyes brightened; he got up and the woman\nwithout ceasing her talk or taking her eyes from her\ncompanion's face, swung her knees aside to let him\npass. It was the young Irish Guardsman who was singing\nwhile his friends good-humouredly shielded him from\na distracted barman who ran round them like a terrier\nround a herd of bullocks. Petie, smiling and eager\nfor company edged his way down the bar. The boss of\nthe pub, taking a sour eye off the singer and his\nhelpless barman for a moment, saw Kipper. \"Who's\nbloody cur is that?\" he asked a man who was drinking\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"815"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna236","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna236","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ulsterman, Comic","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna236","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/Hanna236_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff229\n\na pint at the counter. The man glanced down at the\ndog. \"Never saw it in me puff,\" he said. \"There's\na good man,\" said the boss \"wheek it out for us, will\nye?\" The man looked at the boss for a moment, then\nset down his pint and catching Kipper by the scruff\nthrew him out through a side door into the dark street.\n\nPetie had wormed his way into the inner ring\naround the singer. As the soldier ended amid the\napplause of his friends, Petie laid a hand on his\nchest. \"Soldier - soldier, would ye sing us the Ould\nOrange Flute?\" A silence fell on the pub. The claque\nstood frozen with their hands stretched out in the act\nof clapping. Men put their pints down on the counter\nsilently without tasting them. From a dark snug at\nthe top of the pub an old crone peered out, wiping\nthe tony wine from her mouth with her shawl.\n\nThe barman turned a frightened face to the boss.\n\"Jesus, boss,\" he whispered \"I ast him to sing no party\nsongs!\" The Guardsman stared down at Petie with a\nhard menacing frown. But as he searched the drunken\nwrinkled face of the old man the frown slowly cleared.\nHe bent his knees until his face was level with Petie's.\n\"No offence meant, old one?\" he asked. He spoke in\nthe clipped voice of an Ulsterman who had served overseas.\nPetie turned with a helpless gesture to the silent\ncrowd around him. \"Sure, what offence would I mean?\"\nhe asked. No one answered him. \"Well,\" said the\nsoldier loudly, drawing himself up, \"You'll get your\nsong.\" But he saw that he must placate his friend.\n\n\"The ould cod means no harm,\" he laughed. The men\nlifted their drinks, turning their backs on him and\nPetie. With an air of bravado the soldier started\nto sing the Orange song. He sang it in a comic manner\nto purge it of offence, his eyes searching vainly for\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"816"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna237","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna237","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Presbyterian, Soldier","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna237","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/Hanna237_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff230\n\nan answering smile among his friends. After a couple\nof verses he gave in easily, with a laugh, to the\nbarman's pleading.\n\nThen, inconstantly, the soldier's cronies pressed\nround Petie; somebody bought him a drink, another\nwarned him it was a mad dangerous thing to call for a\nParty song before you knew the colour of your pub, a\nthird congratulated him on not meeting a bunch of boys\nthat would have given him his head in his hand, a fourth\nbought him a drink.\n\n\"But sure m'grandfather was hanged in the '98\nRising\" cried Petie. \"T'hell wi' that for a tale,\"\nsaid an old man with a round intelligent face \"Sure,\nI've never met a Presbyterian wi' drink on him yet,\nwhose grandfather wasn't hanged in the '98!\" They\nlaughed at this, and drinks were brought for Petie\nand the old man. It was the last hurried round, for\nthe bar counter had been mopped down, the cork-drawers\nstood erect, silent and motionless, and the boss and\nhis curates leaned against the back of the bar with\nfolded arms, shaking their heads silently to each\nwheedling appeal from the other side of the counter.\n\nThe publican straightened himself. \"Come on now,\ngentlemen, come on now! D'ye went the sergeant in on\nus? Time now, everybody!\" The Guardsman and his\nfriends and Petie were urged out of the bar onto the\nlamplit street. The soldier and some of the younger\nmen wanted to continue the drinking in an nearby club.\nSome of the more temperate wanted to go home, as the\nmen swayed against each other, shouting each other down,\nan old shawled crone came creeping out of the pub. She\nsidled up to the men her eyes searching among them,\nwhen she saw Petie she whipped a porter bottle out of\nher shawl. \"That's for you, ye ould Orange bastard!\"\nshe screamed, and struck him to the ground. She\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"817"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna238","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna238","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Hell, Victoria Square","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna238","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/Hanna238_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff231\n\nscuttled off at amazing speed and disappeared into the\ndarkness of an entry. The soldier picked Petie up\nout of the gutter. His hat had broken the full force\nof the blow, but there was a trickle of blood starting\nfrom his forehead. \"Are you hurt, old boy?\" asked\nthe soldier. Petie clung to him, sick, stunned, dumb.\nThen he staggered away, and leaning against a lampost\nvomited heavily into the gutter. The men shuffled\nuneasily, peering sidewards at Petie. They had no\nsympathy with him now, he was a drunk who might attract\nthe police. They began to laugh and jeer, moving away\nin little groups into the darkness. Only one or two\nfriends of the soldier remained, trying to drag him\naway from the old man.\n\n\"Hell roast ye, Barney, the club\u2019ll be closed\nif we dont put an inch four step ...\" The soldier\nshook himself free. \"Well, on you go - I'm seeing\nthe old one on his bus.\" There was a shout of\ndisapproval at this.\"Come on, Barney, let the ould\nblirt be!\" \"I tell you I\u2019m seeing this man on his\nbus. Now on you go, the lot o' you. If I'm up in\ntime I'll knock on the window - if I'm not I'll\nsee you in the morn.\" Still protesting, the soldier's\nfriends moved away round the corner.\n\nHe half-lifted Petie onto a city-bound tram and\non the slow journey pieced together his day's story\nand his destination, when the tram stopped in\nDonegall Place he helped the old man off and led him\nto Victoria Square. There he propped him against a\nwall and went in search of the Ravara bus. When he\nfound it he went back for Petie. He called the\nconductor and slipping his hand into the old man's\npocket, held up the few coins he found there. \"Is that\nenough to take this man home?\" he asked. The conductor\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"818"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna239","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna239","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bus, Terror","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna239","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/Hanna239_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufefflaughed. \"leave him to me, soldier. I know him well,\nand where he comes from.\" \"Fair enough,\" said the\nGuardsman. He placed Petie in a corner seat and\npeered down into his face. \"Good-night, old one,\"\nhe said. Petie looked up at him silently, without\nunderstanding. The soldier grinned and nodded to the\nconductor as he left the bus. \"He\u2019s all right now?\"\n\"As right as rain, mate,\" answered the conductor,\njerking the bell, as the bus moved off, a spark of\nintelligence came- into the old man's eyes. He staggered\nto his feet and peered out of the bus window. \"Thank\nye, son, thank yel\" he cried. On the others side of\nthe street a tall figure in khaki passed under a\nstreet lamp and disappeared in the gloom without\nlooking back.\n\nAs the bus crept up over the top of the Castlereagh\nHills, a squall of rain struck it, slashing the windows\nwith black and silver. Here and there along the road\nto Ardpatrick the bus stopped in the darkness and a\nman or woman entered or left. None of them gave more\nthan a passing glance at the bowed figure of the old\nman who swayed weakly to the lurching of the bus, his\nhands grasping the seat in front of him. And slowly\nin Petie's mind a small black bud of terror grew and\nspread. He stretched down and groped blindly round\nhis legs and feet. \"Oh, God, me dog I\u2019ve left me\nwee dog!\" he cried out. He rose to his feet and\nblundered down the bus to the door. The conductor\ncaught him and hurled him into another seat. \"Sit\ndown ye ould fool!\" he shouted \"D\u2019ye want to break\nyour bloody neck!\" \"But I\u2019ve left me wee dog behind\nme! Oh God, he\u2019ll be kilt wi' all those people and\nmotor-cars!\"\n\n\"Ach, not at all, the police'll lift him and\nkeep him for ye.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"819"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna240","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna240","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Petie, Ravara","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna240","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/Hanna240_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff233\n\n\"Oh, no, oh, no I I know he'll be beat snd kilt\namong them. Oh, God, oh, God!\" he leant his head on\nthe seat in front of him and wept.\n\nThe bus bounced and jolted on, a speck of light\ncrawling over the face of the dark countryside. The\nconductor shook Petie by the shoulder. \"Knocknadree-\nmally Hill, next stop, Petie\" he shouted above the\nroar of the bus. The old tnan sat up, his face sober\nand \"quiet. \"I'm going on to Bavara crossroads, Sam,\"\nhe replied. \"But we're coming to your place now!\"\nshouted the conductor. \"Bavara crossroads,\" repeated\nPetie. \"You'll get no bus back the-night,\" the man\nwarned him. The old man was silent. \"Are ye staying\nwi' somebody there?\" \"Aye\" said Petie \"I'm staying\nwi' somebody there.\"\n\nAs the bus passed his cottage he didn't look out\nof the window, but stared straight ahead at the empty\nseats in front. Once or twice the conductor who sat\nin front glanced back uneasily at him. Then at last\nhe got up and sliding back the window behind the\ndriver's head talked long and earnestly to his mate.\nWhen he had finished he stood aside so that the other\nman could look back into the bus. The driver screwed\nround in his seat and stared at Petie as long as he\ndared. Then he turned back to his wheel, spat into\nthe darkness, and shouted something over his shoulder\nwith a note of finality. The conductor shut the\nwindow and sat down with his back to Petie.\n\nAt Bavara the bus came to a throbbing halt. The\nconductor stood over Petie, bracing himself by the\nhandles of the seats. \u2019You're at the crossroads,\nPetie,\" he said.\n\nThe old man looked up and smiled. \"Thank ye\nkindly, Sam. I know me way now.\" He crawled out of\nhis seat and walked slowly down the bus. The driver\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"820"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna241","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna241","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ravara, Gravestones","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna241","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/Hanna241_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\n\n254.\n\nturned round to watch their last passenger descend.\nThe force of the wind and the rain made the old man\nstagger when he stepped onto the road. He raised his\nhand in salute and the bus slowly picked up speed and\nwent droning into the darkness.\n\nPetie walked back a short distance to the gates\nof Ravara churchyard. They squealed as he pushed them\nopen, and his feet crunched on the new gravel of the\npath. At a flat tombstone he turned off the path and\npushed on through the seeping grass. He had almost\nreached the corner of the graveyard under the hedge\nbefore he stopped. The burying-place of the Sampsons\nwas two graves wide and the family stone nodded over\nit, heavy with its tale of death. The top of one grave\nstill rose in a gentle arch of new-healed earth. Here\nthe old man fell on nis knees, then stretched himself\nout, casting his arm over the grave. At first the rain\nstruck him with a dry pattering noise, merging at last\ninto the dull insistent murmur with which it fell on\ngravestones, grass, and trees.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"821"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna242","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna242","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Skillen, Kitchen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna242","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/Hanna242_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff235\nChapter Eight\n\nSome evenings after Martha\u2019s visit to the shop,\nJoe Skillen delivered the drum of paraffin to Rathard.\nThe wheels of his light cart were not heard by the\ndogs of the farm so that when he suddenly appeared\namong the rowan trees they rose up in a clamorous\noutburst to hide their unwariness. Skillen had never\nbeen in Rathard before, and he looked with intense\ninterest at the woman who came to the door of the\ndwelling-house and stared questioningiy at him. He\nleapt lightly from the cart. \"The paraffin, ma\u2019am,\"\nhe explained, touching his cap and smiling pleasantly.\nThe woman relaxed a little, \"From - ?\"\n\n\"From Skillens. I\u2019m Joe Skillen.\"\n\nShe looked at him as though the addition of his\nname had been an impertinence. \"I'll send one o' the\nmen,\" she said, withdrawing into the house. The youth\nmade no effort to roll the drum to the lip of the cart.\nHe used every second to peer and probe with sharp eyes\naround the farmstead. Was the girl Martha out? Or was\nshe sitting in the kitchen aware that he had come? Who\nwould Sarah Echlin send to help him? Then his heart\ngave a great leap as the tall figure of Andrew appeared\nin the doorway. Skillen hurried towards him with\noutstretched hand. \"The bould Andra boy! What\u2019s the\nword with ye?\"\n\nAndrew took his hand in a shy fumbling manner. \"I'm\nrightly, Joe,\" he replied.\n\n\"It's a long time since you and me kicked a\nhanky ball coming home from school!\" continued Skillen\nlinking his arm in the other\u2019s and leading him towards\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"822"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna243","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna243","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Schoomates, Rathard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna243","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/Hanna243_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff236\n\nthe cart. Andrew laughed so loudly at this, that Skillen\nglanced at him in surprise, he did not understand that\nthis was the first time in eight years that Echlin had\nseen one of his schoolmates in the close of Hathard,\nand that the young man had suddenly realised that people\nstill remembered him, and would shake hands with him, as\nthey would with any other former\u2019s son growing to manhood.\n\nwhen Skilien had clambered up and moved the drum\nto the lip of the cart, Andrew pushed his hands away.\n\"I've ould clothes,\" he said \"You'll only muck yourself\ncarrying it.\" He put his arms around the drum and\nlifting it easily, carried it across the close and set\nit down in an outhouse. Skillen who had followed him,\ngripped his upper arm. \"B\u2019god, there\u2019s pith there, Andra\nboy,\" he said. Andrew smiled and lowered his head as\nhe pulled down his sleeves. Then he looked Skillen\nstraight in the face. \"Come on in and have a cup o' tea,\nhe said. He turned and walked with deliberate steps\nto the house door. \"I've brought Joe Skillen in for a\ndrop o' tea,\" he announced.\n\nThe four occupants of the kitchen looked up as\nAndrew spoke. Although he had never before seen any of\nthe three older people, Skillen recognised them immediat-\nely. They were people from an old story come to life.\nThat was Frank lying on the sofa, lying on the sofa who\ngot his back broke in a fight long ago, over some girl\nor other. That woman at the table who stared over her\nshoulder, not at him, but at her son, was Sarah Gomartin,\nand the big-boned man at the fire, of whom other men\nspoke with respect, was Hamilton Echlin. After a pause\nHamilton pushed his chair back hospitably. \"Come in Mr -\nSkillen,\" he said. And as he moved back the firelight\nthat he had snrouded shot across the darkening room and\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"823"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna244","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna244","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Skillen, Crane","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna244","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/Hanna244_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\n\n237\n\nSkillen saw her seated in the opposite corner, her small\nshy vivid face turned to him.\n\nFor the first time the assurance of the youth\nwavered. He smiled sheepishly and bobbed his head \"Good\nevening,\" he said. If she answered, her voice was so\nlow that he did not hear it, but the smile she gave him\nwas sufficient.\n\nSlowly his cocksureness returned. After a few\njocular remarks to Andrew he turned his attention to the\nolder people, feeling warily for the most friendly one\namong them. He was no fool, young Skillen, and talked\nsensibly to Hamilton about tools and their cost, and\ncrops and the prices they fetched. Now and again he\nthrew a polite word to the woman at the table, but it\nwas Frank who encouraged him and drew him out. It was\nthe cripple lying back on the sofa who had realised the\nmoment the young man entered the house why he was there,\nwho had caught and interpreted the shy swift glance\nbetween Skillen and Martha. And as the conversation\ngrew the man on the sofa flowered into wit end laughter,\nand his gaeity spread to the others. Sarah gave up her\nwork at the table and drew a chair into the circle.\nMartha and Andrew, amid the talk and laughter, gazed\nwith curiosity at this new Frank, they had never known\nbefore. Hamilton sat quietly among them, except when a\nbark of laughter was drawn from him, his dark eyes\nfixed on his brother and a happy smile playing on his\nmouth. This was the Frank he remembered.\n\nThen, as Sarah stretched forward to lower the\nkettle on the crane, Skillen stood up quickly. \"I must\nbe away now,\" he said. \"You'll stay for a cup o' tea,\nsurely,\" said Sarah. \"Ah, its getting on,\" he answered,\nbuttoning his jacket, \"and I dont want to be giving\nyou any bother.\" \"Its no bother at all,\" Andrew assured\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"824"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna245","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna245","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fireside, Crimson","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna245","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/Hanna245_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff238\n\nhim. \"Sure this is our time for a cup o\u2019 tea, anyway.\"\n\"Well now, if ye say that,\" answered Joe, sitting down\nagain.\n\nWhen the tea was infused they took their seats\nat the table, for no one would have thought of drinking\na cup of tea at the fireside with a guest present. The\nslight formality of the meal checked the spate of talk,\nbut the feeling of cordiality still persisted after the\ncups were emptied. Joe had fallen silent for other\nreasons than having his mouth full of food. During the\nevening he hadn\u2019t exchanged more than half-a-dozen words\nwith Martha. Now he was pondering on his next move.\nIn his most optimistic moments he had never dreamt that\nhe would make such progress with the girl\u2019s parents.\nBut now, when he left, he feared that the curtain of\ninsularity would fall on this household again, and all\nthe ground that he had gained would be lost. He made\nup his mind to chance his luck further that evening.\n\nWhen the men rose from the table and returned to\ntheir places at the fire, Joe declined to sit down again.\n\"No stopping this time, thank ye,\" he replied. He peered\nout at the blue darkness of the evening. \"And its going\nto be a sore job getting down that loanen of yours, seeing\nI dont know the way. l tell ye what he swung round\nwith a tense little laugh to where Martha stood: \"You\nshow me the way, will ye?\" The girl flushed crimson, and\nthe rest of the Echlins, with the exception of Frank,\nstared at Joe in surprise. Frank, who was stretched on\nthe sofa again, lowered his head and picked idly at the\nfringe. My God, thought the lad, I've made a mistake.\n\nHe drew back a little. \"Maybe its too cold for ye to\ncome out,\" he murmured. There was silence lor a moment.\n\"Put on your coat, Martha,\" said Sarah slowly, \"and see\nMr Skillen on his road.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"825"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna246","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna246","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Reins, Incline","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna246","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/Hanna246_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff239\n\n\"Yes, mother,\" said the girl, and taking her coat\nfrom behind the door, pulled it over her shoulders.\n\"Well, goodnight to you,\" said Joe, putting his hand\nto his forenead and swivelling on his heel to include\nthem all in his salute. Then he followed Martha out\nto the close.\n\nHis horse snickered when it felt the weight of\nfeet on the shafts and stepped out readily when Joe\nlifted the reins.\n\nThere was silence between the two young people\nuntil the girl gave a low laugh and Joe caught the\ngleam of her eyes as she looked up at him. He slapped\nthe reins lightly on the horse's rump. \"Well, what's\nso funny, eh?\n\n\"You're a cool boyo, walking in just like that,\nand stealing me away from the fire.\" Joe was no\nsluggard when it came to love-making. He was not one\nof those youths, who, after they have parted from their\nsweethearts, recall every word and gesture, and sink\ndeeper and deeper into a cloud of self-reproach and\ndespair, as they realise too late, the invitation\nhidden in the glance or word that held no significance\nat the time. Rather, he was a young man who not only\nseized the opportunity, but made it. He passed the\nreins into his right hand and clipped his left arm\nround the girl's slender waist.\n\n\"and what's this for, pray?\" she cried, striving,\nbut not too vigorously, to unclasp his fingers.\n\n\"that's to make up for the heat you're losing\nat the fire.\" She murmured in protest, laughed, and\nleant back against his shoulder.\n\nThe horse edged carefully round the left hand\nbend at the bottom of the steep incline and ambled\nslowly towards the road. When they reached it Joe\npulled up at the verge, \"What do we do now?\" he\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"826"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna247","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna247","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Martha, Statement","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna247","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/Hanna247_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff240\n\nasked, looking down into Martha\u2019s face. She laughed\ntimidly and withdrew from his arm. \u2019\u2019I mean, d\u2019ye\nthink your mother\u2019ll let me come up again?\u201d\n\n\u201dOh? Well, why shouldn't she, she\u2019s nothing\nagainst ye.\"\n\n\"Do you want me to come up again?\u201d He had to\nbend his head to catch her low-voiced answer. As he\nlooked down at the young figure beside him a sudden\nwave of tenderness overcame him. \"Martha,\u201d he said\nin a husky uncertain voice \u201dI want very dearly to\nmarry you.\"\n\nShe raised her face to look at him. \"But Joe, I\ndont know you.\" Then as she lowered her head she added\n\"And you dont know anything about me.\u201d\n\nHe placed his fingers gently under her chin and\nraised her face again. \"The way I feel about you has\nnothing to do with knowing - or maybe it goes far\nbeyond that. But you went to know about me? Ah,\nthat's a different thing! Look at me.\u201d He moved her\nround until they looked into each other's eyes. After\na long grave unwinking moment she was trembling on the\nverge of laughter. \"Well, now you\u2019ve seen me. There\u2019s\nnothing more about me to know. You\u2019ve seen me as I'll\nalways be, in youth and age, fair weather and foul.\"\n\nAnd it seemed to Martha that this absurd statement was\nthe truest thing she had ever heard. The light shining\nin his eyes transfigured the small nondescript face of\nthe youth. She put her arms around his neck and pressed\nher fresh young mouth to his.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"827"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna248","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna248","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Autumn, Sea","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna248","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/Hanna248_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff241 \n\nChapter Nine\n\nA cold bitter fog erect out of Banyil Moss and\ndrifted slowly across the road. It was the first\nblack fog of the autumn and the smell of it banished\nsunny harvest days from the memory. Blind winter\nwas groping for a hold on the earth; the silken busbies\nof the thistles mustered for a last stand on the\ndykes, and in the waste land the nettles pricked the\nmist like a shattered army staggering away from the\nmurk of war. The fog muted the countryside and to\nthe noises it could not stifle it gave a strange\nunatural resonance; the flung bark of a dog, the\nbooming of a cart's wheels, the drumming feet of a\nman climbimg Knocknadreemaily. He climbed steadily\nup out of the si Lent grey sea to the crest of the hill\nwhere the mist drifted in thin ribbons in the clearer\nair.\n\nIt was Joe Skillen. He passed the deserted\ncottages and plunged down towards Rathard, lowering\nhis head as he entered the mist again. There were\nbeads of moisture on his hair, eyelashes ana flushed\ncheeks.\n\nAt the bottom of the hill he paused in his rapid\nunseeing stride, and groping his way to a field-gate,\nleaned his arms on the upper bar. Vast columns of\nmist, creeping up from the lough and stirred from the\nair from the hilltop, shuttled and pirouetted and\ncurtsied before him, hiding in their flutings trees\nhedges and fields. But the scene that Joe gazed on\nburned on his inner eye. He saw again his father, his\nugly red face grown redder as he progressed from reproach\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"828"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna249","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna249","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Joe, Rage","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna249","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/Hanna249_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff242\n\nto cajolery, from cajolery to threats, from threats to\ndownright brutal rage at his son's stubborness. \"Very\nwell, ye cur ye!\" he had shouted at last, running out\nto the hall door and throwing it violently throwing it\nopen, \"Get out to your crew o' libertines and whores,\nand dont darken this house again 'til ye come back\nto beg pardon of me and your mother!\" But his mother\nhadn't spoken a word during the scene between her\nhusband and her white-faced son. She had sat on the\nsofa, moving her great heavy face from one to the other,\nendeavouring to piece out in her slow mind what the\nquarrel was about. And then as Joe left the kitchen\nrealisation dawned on her and she had cried out in a\nvoice sharp with pain \"Joe, Joe my wee son!\" When\nJoe turned back to her, his father had come slopping\ndown the hall, end caught him by the hair just as he\nwas about to put his arms around the pathetic creature\non the sofa. And Joe, good-natured wee Joe, had turned\nand struck his father a clumsy blow on the forehead,\nbut hard enough to set him on his backside on the floor.\nThen he had put his arms around his mother, pressed\nan awkward kiss on her flat white cheek, touched the\nscant grey hair drawn tightly back on her shapeless\nhead, and left the house without a glance at the\nwhimpering man on the floor.\n\nAs he went over the whole incident again, recalling\nthe shame and stupidity of it, he ground his hands in\nhis pockets. It was the culmination of a series of\nscenes mounting in passion and abuse, as the blustering\nman threw himself unavailingly against a determination\nwhich he never thought his son possessed, and which at\ntimes roused in him an articulate and murderous rage.\n\nIt's all over now, thought Joe, and yet he felt\nthat he had lost more than he had gained, or rather,\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"829"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna250","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna250","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Martha, Rathard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna250","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/Hanna250_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff243\n\nthat stupidity and ill-reason had filched from him\nsomething that he valued. For Joe loved that slow-\nwitted kindly woman, his mother, and even at this\nmoment, while he deliberately reminded himself that\nhis life with his father was broken, it was not the\nlast stupid painful days he remembered, but all the\nhappy times they had together; at the markets, the trips\nto Belfast, and those days when the three of them had\njoined their neighbours cockle-raking on the beach at\nCastle Espie.\n\nJoe was fond of telling Martha how free he was\nof fancy, and expression that became more popular with\nhim in later life, as he grew more and more to resemble\nhis father, but here, standing in the sunken gateway,\nhalfway between his old home and Rathard, he felt with\na brief clarity that he was standing at the gate opening\nto a new phase of his life. Behind him lay the house\nwhere he was born and the summer days of childhood, in\nfront lay Rathard and the responsibilities of manhood.\n\nHe pushed the gate open, stepped through, and\nclimbed up to Rathard through the drenched fields. As\nhe neared the top of the loanen the mist fell away and\nhe entered the clear air of the hilltop. He stopped\nand looked down on the silent coiling grey sea below\nhim. Away towards his home the mist suddenly billowed\nand swirled as though it were disturbed by some creature\nfloundering beneath it. He thought again of his mother\nand his heart constricted in pain.\n\nBut he had something more urgent to think about\nnow. He had to face the Echlins and tell them that he\nhad been turned out by his father, thrown out bf his\nown home and heritage because of them. He knew that\nMartha would not be surprised, because he had already\nhinted several times of his father\u2019s opposition to their\ncourtship. In this way he had explained why he could\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02","Nid":"830"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna251","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna251","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Daughter, Billet","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna251","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/Hanna251_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff244\n\nnot take her to visit his mother. The men, he expected,\nhad never thought this strange. But what of Sarah?\nWas it her guilty pride that resteained her so\nscrupulously from asking Martha or him what his parents\nthought of their relationship? If so, Joe reasoned,\nthat spelt danger, for it could only spring from the\nknowledge that she and her daughter were still considered\nunworthy by the decent farming folk of the townlands,\nand that the woman who ruled Rathard had to solve a\nproblem, which, for once, could not be solved by money\nor thrust aside by her energetic will. He turned his\nface towards the farm. Martha was his ally, his\naffianced wife, the men he could twist round his\nfinger. But Sarah - Sarah was another matter.\n\nThe clamour of the dogs welcomed him as he\nentered the farm-close. First eager Martha, then\nFrank, then Sarah came to the door. Andrew came round\nthe corner from the rath. He picked up a piece of\nwood and threw it for the dogs to retrieve. It fell\nnear Joe's feet and he $xack& snatched it from\nthem as they bounded towards him. Then, before he\ncould get rid of it they were upon him, planting their\nforepaws on his chest and arms, wagging their tails\nand barking excitedly. Half-pinioned as he was, he\ntossed it to Martha, and then began a noisy, laughing,\nthree-cornered game between the young people, while\nthe dogs raced after the billet half-crazy with\nexcitement. \"That's enough, that's enough!\" shouted\nFrank, shuffling down from the doorway. \"You'll have\nthem dogs beside themselves, if ye dont quit!\" With\na smile on his face, the cripple adroitly caught the\npiece of wood in its last erratic throw, and going\nindoors tossed it on the fire. Andrew followed him,\nand Joe and Martha strolled towards each other, laughing\nand mopping their faces.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"831"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna252","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna252","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fog, House","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna252","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/Hanna252_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff245\n\n\"That\u2019s a terrible fog,\" said Martha, looking\ndown towards the hidden fields. She saw the shadow\nthat passed over his face as he followed her glance.\nHe did not reply but stood brooding on the grey\ntumbling mist that stretched as far as the eye could\nsee.\n\n\"Is there anything wrong, Joe?\" she asked at last.\n\nHe nodded briefly. \"Aye, plenty.\"\n\nHamilton appeared at the gate leading to the\nfield over the lough. He had a swingletree on his\nshoulder and waved his free hand to the young couple.\n\"You may tell me after,\" said Martha in a low hurried\nvoice, as the men approached them. \"You'll all hear\nit afore the night's out,\" answered Joe. He saw the\nlook of anxiety in her eyes, and pressed her arm\nreassuringly. \"It'll be all right,\" he whispered.\nThe boy and girl returned Hamilton's greeting and\nfollowed him into the house.\n\nAs the men sat round the fire while Martha and\nSarah prepared the tea, Joe pondered on the best way to\nbreak his news to the Echlins. He almost regretted that\nhe hadn't told Martha, knowing that she would have told\nSarah. But then again, it might be ill-advised to let\nSarah into the secret alone. He might yet need allies\namong the men. He glanced around him: Hamilton, his\nageing cadaverous face lit up by the fire; .Frank lying\non the sofa, staring patiently at the ceiling; Andrew\nplaying idly with a floury goosewing and answering the\nolder men in monosyllables. None of them had enough\nauthority in this house to give a decision on the\ncatastrophe that had befallen him and through him,\nMartha. He would have to tell them altogether, and he\nevolved a plan, some gesture that would make one of them\nquestion him.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"832"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna253","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna253","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Joe, Andrew","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna253","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/Hanna253_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff246\n\nMartha pushed her way among them, lifted the\nteapot from the fire, and carried it to the table.\n\"Tea\u2019s ready now,\" she called. \"Come on and get it\nbefore its cold.\" The men moved clumsily around the\ntable until each had settled into his familiar chair.\nThe tea was poured out, the cups handed round, and\neveryone stretched forward for bread. The meal was\nhalfway through before Frank noticed that Joe\u2019s egg\nwas still unbroken. He tapped it with his spoon.\n\"Dammit, I thought ye had emptied it and turned it\nend up! that's wrong wi' it, man?\" They were all\nlooking at Joe now. \"And you\u2019ve no bread on your\nplate,\" cried Sarah. \"Have ye lost your appetite?\"\nHe pushed his plate away and studied the faces around\nthe table before he spoke. \"To tell ye the truth,\"\nhe said at last, \"I dont feel like meat. I had a\nterrible thing happen to me today.\" He paused again\nand looked at them. \"My father told me to leave the\nhouse.\"\n\nSarah spoke first. \"For why?\" she demanded\ncurtly. But Joe knew that she knew before he answered\nher. \"He wanted me to give up going with Martha. When\nI said I wouldn\u2019t, he turned me out.\"\n\n\"Your father turned ye out, eh?\" repeated Sarah,\nwith a harsh edge to her voice. \"And why did he fault\nMartha?\"\nAs Joe sought feverishly for an answer, Hamilton\nrapped the table with his hard fingers. \"Its no affair\nof ours, Sarah, why Mr Skillen doesna want his son to\nkeep company with Martha. What concerns us is that Joe\nhas broken wi' his house, and its for us to decide what's\nbest.\" But when he had said that Hamilton fell silent,\nand it was plain to see by his face that what was best\neluded him as widely as it did Joe, Andrew, and pale-\nfaced Martha. But in Sarah's eyes a light slowly\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"833"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna254","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna254","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Joe, Shop","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna254","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/Hanna254_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff247\n\nwidened, and her full pale lips twitched. \"Have ye any\nmoney by ye, Joe?\" she asked.\n\n\"About a hundred and eighty pounds. I did a bit\nat the fowl-dealing in the summer,\" he added in\nexplanation.\n\nThe older woman rose abruptly. \"Joe, I\u2019m going\nto put another hundred and eighty to it, and set the\nboth of ye up in a shop. What d'ye say?\"\n\nJoe stared up at her, his mouth loosened in\nastonishment. \"A shop? But what kind o' a shop, Mrs\nEchlin - and where?\"\n\nSarah\u2019s eyes closed in a cold lingering smile. \"A\ngrocer's shop. I was thinking there might be room in\nthe townlands for two. Maybe another one about the top\no\u2019 Knocknadreemally in what used to be Sampson's old\ncottage?\"\n\nFox a moment the dying loyalty to his father\nflickered up in the boy. But the hard quizzical eyes\nof the women standing at the table demanded an answer.\nHe nodded silently in agreement.'\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"834"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna255","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna255","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sarah, Joyful","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna255","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/Hanna255_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff248\n\nChapter Ten\n\nThey would have cleared the loft over the potato-\nhouse and put a bed in it for Joe, for though by some\ncontriving room could have been made for him in the\nhouse, there was a reluctance among the older people\nto admit him so abruptly into the inner circle of their\ndomestic life. Joe, quite unwittingly, saved them from\nembarrasment by going to live with an aunt, a sister\nof his mother in the towniand of Darragh, only seven\nmiles away. He hired an ass and cart and continued his\ndealing round the countryside, applying himself with\neven greater industry to the adding to the hundred and\neighty pounds lying in the bank in Ardpatrick. In the\nevenings he cycled over to Ravara to see Martha and to\nlend a hand in the conversion of the old cottage on\nKnocknadreemally.\n\nThe new shop had been Sarah\u2019s idea; the money\nventured in the scheme had been her's also, so it was\nonly proper that she should choose which of the men\nshould supervise the re-building. Her choice fell on\nFrank. There were a number of reasons for this, some\ndeliberate, others of which she was only dimly aware.\nFrank was in many ways a better workman than Hamilton,\nhe had that gift of craftsmanship, of seeing the task\nin its entirety, and working towards that end. In some\nways also, Sarah felt that she was compensating the\ncrippled man. She realised that he was excited and\njoyful over the task, and for the first time for many\nyears she did not have to probe behind his joy, seeking\nfor some motive working against herself.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"835"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna256","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna256","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Knocknadreemally, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna256","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/Hanna256_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff249\n\nBut indeed every member of the Rathard household\nwas excited about the new shop. It was a sudden outlet\nfor them. They were about to break through the social\nisolation that had parched their hearts and minds for\nyears, and on Knocknadreemally there would arise a\nhomestead bound by unbreakable bonds with Rathard, an\noutpost of their own kin.\n\nFrank had many more suggestions to make and he\noutlined them to Joe one afternoon, sketching his plans\non the doorpost of the old cottage. \"When things are\ngoing well wi\u2019 ye, Joe, ye can build a house for your-\nself on the plot o' land next to the shop. A decent\nhouse, two-storied wi' a slate roof, pebble-dashed walls\nfacing on the road, a bit o' fuschia at the gate, and a\ngreen door wi\u2019 a brass knocker.\" The youth eyed the\nplot of land that Frank had pointed to, and nodded his\nhead. \"It would look well there - and when it comes to\nthe building, Frank, you\u2019ll be the man that\u2019ll draw it\nup!\" Frank caught his arm. \"Dont forget that, Joe, I\u2019ll\nbe the man that'll build it.\" \"Its a promise, Frank, I\nwont forget!\" and they both laughed.\n\nHaving learnt Frank's requirements for the shop,\nHamilton himself supervised the buying of the heavy-\ntimber, sheeting, brackets and shelving. Andrew laboured\nmanfully to cut a larger window in the ancient stone\nwall of the cottage, and Sarah, with Joe to advise her,\napplied her shrewd mind to the purchase of stock for the\nshop.\n\nDuring the day, Frank had the help of Andrew when\nhe was free from farm-work, and a labourer, Martin\nMcSherry, who could put his hand to coarse cappentry.\nHamilton rarely went near the cottage during the daytime,\nbut in the evening, when his work was finished, he would\ntake a stroll up Knocknadreemally to see what progress\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"836"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna257","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna257","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"November, McSherry","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna257","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna257_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff250\n\nhis brother was making. Joe Skillen hurried over as\nsoon as he had cleared his cart and had a meal, but in\nthese early November evenings it was usually dusk by\nthe time he had arrived, and the men were tidying up\nto go home.\n\nAs they worked at the old cottage, the fields\naround them were stripped for the winter, the last\nragged leaves were plucked by the wind, and already\none or two meadows were barred with ever-widening strips\nof winter ploughing. Towards the end of the month\nthey had days of warmth, as though the sun had\nfurtively slipped back for one last look at the earth\nbefore Winter exiled him.\n\nAndrew and McSherry and Joe, who had arrived\nearlier than usual that evening, were lying on the\ngrass bank opposite the cottage enjoying the glow\nif not the heat of the sinking sun. From where they\nlay they could hear the subdued chink of tools from\nthe cottage where Frank was finishing his day\u2019s work.\n\nThe work was going well, and Joe was expressing his\nsatisfaction while Andrew and McSherry listened with\nmodest pleasure, as all good workmen should.\n\nIt was MeSherry who saw the ridge of the roof\nbuckle and cave in, leisurely and without a sound.\nHe watched it with staring eyes, too astounded to cry\nout to the other men. With a shout he sprang up and\nrusher across the road. Like a sigh, a gust of wind\nladen with the dust of centuries, met him as he ran\nthrough the doorway. Then all three of them were\nstruggling through the falling ruin, blinded and\nchoked by crumbling timber, thatch and mortar. They\nfound Frank lying under the broken ridge rafter. Very\ngently they released him and carried him out to the\nopen air. He was dead when they laid him down on the\nroadside.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"837"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna258","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna258","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Death, Regret","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna258","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/Hanna258_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff251\n\nChapter Eleven\n\nFrank's death had a deep and lasting effect on the\npeople of Rathard, Skillen's regret at the man's death\nwas intertwined with his much more lively disappointment\nat the upsetting of his plans, for like many who enter\non a project reluctantly, he had come to view the shop\non Knocknadreemally with the greatest enthusiasm, seeing\nhimself not only as a merchant, but as a miller and a.\nstrong farmer in the district. To Martha it was a\npassing shadow, a few tears as brief as a summer shower,\nand then the thought of her forthcoming marriage again\nflooded her young life. To Hamilton and Andrew it was\nthe absence of a familiar voice and presence, for men\nwho work end live together become part of each others'\nlives, for good or ill. It meant more to the elder man,\nfor he had loved his brother, and their life together\nhad been, as he had always understood it to be, and\nmeant it to be, 'woven throughother.'\n\nBut Frank's death sounded deepest in Sarah's heart.\nAs she stood in the close watching them carry the dead\ncripple into the house, she glimpsed for the second time\nin her life the inexorable pattern that they had cease-\nlessly spun behind their everyday lives, and realised\nthat Frank's death could be traced back, step by step,\nto their early folly. And what frightened her and\nsubdued her that evening, was the knowledge that she had\nbrought much unhappiness into the life of the deed man.\nThere was something drastically wrong with lives in\nwhich ambitions and passions were never disciplined nor\nchecked except by external things that could be seen,\nweighed up, and overcome.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"838"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna259","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna259","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bitterness, Letters","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna259","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/Hanna259_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff252\n\nBt a lifelong preoccupation with other peoples\nlives is not easily put aside, and that evening she\ndiscussed the future in whispers with Joe and Martha.\nIf the youth revealed some bitterness, Sarah accepted\nit quitely, and when he warned her that he would never\nconsider opening a shop or setting up a home anywhere\nin the townlands, she cried out \"No, no! My god, ye\ncould never do that now!\" with so much anger and\ndistress, that Skillen, taken aback, mumbled something\nabout having made other arrangements. In fact, he had\ncome prepared for some shrewd and calculated plan on\nSarah\u2019s part, but this time she had none to offer;\nnothing but an anxious and pathetic interest in what\nthe two young people were going to do after they were\nmarried.\n\n\"After we're married,\" said Joe, \"we're going to\nstart up in Belfast. I could\u2019ve rented a shop on the\nNewtownards Koad six months ago, and I know it\u2019s still\nthere for the asking.\" He paused, but Sarah said\nnothing, so he continued: \"It\u2019s a good stand, and with\nthe shipyards throwing a bit o\u2019 work this weather, the\npeople have money among their fingers.\"\n\n\"Aye\" said Sarah nodding, \"that would be a wise\nmove.\" She hesitated and then added: \"The money I\noffered ye is still there for ye.\" When Joe bridled,\nshe waved him aside with some of her old impatience.\n\"Maybe you dont want it, but it\u2019s Martha\u2019s due,\" and the\nyoung man was silent.\n\nAt any other time Sarah would have got a sardonic\npleasure from the letters that trickled in after Frank\u2019s\ndeath. Many had been laboured out by neighbours who\nwould not have set a foot in Rathard but for the funeral.\nNow a few of the men appeared under the rowan trees, as\nsombre and stiff as their Sabbath clothes, refused\nrefreshment, waited silently until the coffin appeared,\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"839"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna260","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna260","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Death, Father","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna260","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/Hanna260_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff255\n\nand walked behind it the polite conventialinal distance,\nwhen they turned home again, and left the relatives\nto convoy it to the graveyard. They had put in an\nappearance not so much to pay their respects to the\ndead man, as to Death itself.\n\nBut there was one visitor to Rathard that afternoon,\nwho entered the house without restraint or question.\nSarah, who had been watching the straggling group of\nneighbours from the window, was surprised to see a\nyoung clergyman entering the close. \"Andra!\" she called,\n\"Andra, go and tell Hami a minister\u2019s coming up to the\nhouse!\" Andrew came and looked over her shoulder. \"Ye\nneedn\u2019t worry\" he said. \"Hamilton knows. He sent word\nto him yesterday. It\u2019s the new minister - but he was\nto meet us at the graveyard.\"\n\nAs she haerd the clergyman approaching the door,\nSarah turned to meet him. He paused for a moment on the\nthreshold and then came forward with outstretched hand.\n\"We haven\u2019t met, I know. But I've heard of you.\" Sarah\ntook his hand gropingly, her eyes fixed on his face.\nThat they had met, was the thought uppermost in her\nmind, and it brought with it painful memories and echoes\nof the past. The round pleasant face of the young man\nbeamed down on her. \"You think you remember me, perhaps?\nMany people here do. My name is Sorleyson - my father\nwas minister at Ravara once.\"\n\n\"Ah, I remember now,\" said Sarah, releasing his\nhand. \"But you were never in this district afore, Mr\nSorleyson?\"\n\n\"No, I was born a year after my father left here.\"\nHe looked around questioningly. \"Is Mr Echlin about?\"\n\n\"Come wi\u2019 me,\" said the woman, and led him towards\nthe lower room. \"Andra\u201d she called to her son. \"You and\nMartha and Joe may come, too.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"840"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna261","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna261","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Coffin, Hills","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna261","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/Hanna261_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff254\n\nIsaacV^J^Cl Sorleyson, standing on almost the identical\nplace where his father had stood, years before, offered\na brief and simple prayer for the soul of the dead man,\nand a word of compassion for those of the living. Then\nthe lid of the coffin was screwed down, and the bearers\nlifted it to carry it out. It had always been a difficult\ntask to carry a coffin through the dark narrow passage\nbetween the parlour and the kitchen of Rathard. But the\nmen who carried it were cunning in the handling of\nclumsy inanimate things. Sorleyson, standing in the\ndoorWay of the tiny room where Frank had lain in delirium\nwhen his father was carried out, heard the terse whispers\nfrom man to man, each order as certain and precise as\nthe movement that followed. Take her round an inch at\nthe butt .... up a handsbreadth at the jamb, Andra,\nand we're through. So the strong living men carried\ntheir dead brother out into the light, as they themselves\nwould be carried out some day, earlier or later.\n\nThen, when the coffin was raised by the first relay\nof bearers, the neighbouring-men coiled slowly after it,\nnone pressing forward for fear of usurping the place of\nthe relatives. So Frank Echlin was carried away from\nRathard, with the men of the townlands following him,\nand Sarah snd Martha, standing among the rowan trees,\nwatched his coffin and the darkclad figures stumbling\nunder it, until all disappeared into the folds of the\nlittle hills.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"841"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna262","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna262","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Souls, Red","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna262","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/Hanna262_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff255\n\nChapter Twelve\n\nThen followed those days when the memory closes\nover and subsides like a new grave, only for small\ninsignificant things to thumb it open harshly. Sarah\npicking up the empty water bucket and calling \"Frank!\"\nand then standing silent, fearful that the others\nmight have heard. Hamilton and Andrew gloomily\ncompleting tasks that had been outside their ken.\nMartha rushing into the kitchen, trembling with laughter\nand shouting \"Didn't I tell ye . . \" and then sinking\ndown on the sofa where there was now no man to tell.\n\nBut for all that, Martha laughed readily enough\nin those days of tarnished December skies over which\ngreat clouds crept, laden with snow. The shop in the\ncity had been rented, and Joe had taken the girl to\ninspect the tiny rooms that seemed to have been pushed\nunder the roof by the bustling shop downstairs. She\nhad come back excited by it all; the shop, the tramcars,\nthe picture palaces that promised delight, and the\nunbelievable number of neighbours she would have - a\nwhole city-full, half-a-million souls!\n\nYet, there was some shadow on their happiness, some\nsunken log breaking the smooth stream of their lives.\nSarah saw it in the silent troubled gaze with which her\ndaughter watched her at times. She wondered why Joe,\nwho had been so energetic and tireless in gathering his\nnew home together, should be so tardy in making arrange-\nments for his wedding. At last she spoke to him about\nit. He turned away from her, his face flushing red.\n\"Aye,\" he muttered, \"there's still another thing to do -\nI've another matter to redd up.\" And no matter how much\nshe pressed him, he would say no more.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"842"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna263","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna263","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Tea, Gomartin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna263","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/Hanna263_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff256\n\nBut a day or two later, the matter was made clear\nto her. a small blue car swept into the close, scattering\nthe hens before it like foam, and the Reverend Mr.\nSorleyson climbed out and came up to the house. \"How are\nyou all?\" he said, smiling in at Sarah and Martha from\nthe door. Sarah returned his smile, indeed, there was\nsomething so honest and pleasant about it, that it\nwould have been difficult to resist. \"Come in, Mr.\nSorleyson. Would ye like a bite o' dinner - or maybe\nye wanted to see Mr Echlin?\"\n\n\"No, no. I wanted to see you, and I\u2019ll take a cup\nof tea with you, if you\u2019ll be so kind.\" He turned to the\ngirl and put his hand on her shoulder. \"Run away out,\nMartha, and come back in fifteen minutes, will you?\" he\nsmiled as he said it, but the hand that urged the girl\nforward was not to be contradicted.\n\nSorleyson took the cup of tea, stirred it, sipped\nit, and nodded his approval to Sarah. But his face was\ngrave when he spoke. \"Miss Gomartin\" he began, and\nSarah looked up sharply at the strange title, \"I\u2019ve\nsomething to tell you, and I want to say it as briefly\nand - honestly, as I can contrive. You know, of course,\nthat Joe Skillen and your daughter have completed their\nnew home in Belfast, and all that remains to be done is\nget married?\" Sarah nodded, and the minister continued:\n\"Right. Has it not seemed strange to you that there\u2019s\nbeen no headway made in the arrangements for the wedding?\"\n\n\"I was wondering that myself, the other day, but\nwhen I asked Joe he said something about having another\nmatter to redd up.\"\n\n\"Aye. Well, I csn tell you what that other matter\nis - its you.\" Sorleyson set his cup and saucer on the\nfloor and leaned back in his chair to watch the women\non the other side of the hearth.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"843"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna264","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna264","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Father, Minister","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna264","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/Hanna264_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff257\n\n\"Me? Have I done aught to hinder - \" There was\nsuch a note of fear in her voice, that pity broke through\nSorleyson's resolve to be stern, and the words came\ntumbling from him in response. \"No, no! You've been\na very good mother to the girl! And yet, cant you see,\nshe's never had a real father and mother? What has\nhappened in this family in the past is bound to give\nyour daughter a sense of shame when she thinks of her\nown marriage. And she has a responsibility to the\nfuture - to her own children, your grandchildren.\" He\npaused and leaned forward in his chair. \"You would make\nher a very happy girl, if you marry Hamilton Echlin.\nThat's the obstacle to your daughter's marriage, that's\nthe matter to be redd up.\"\n\nSarah, crouched in the chair opposite him, did\nnot raise her head. \"You - think - that's what 1 maun\ndo?\"\n\n\"Of course I do! I'll say no word about the wrong\nyou have done before God, to yourself, and to the men.\nSomeday, perhaps, you may want to talk about that. But,\nfor all your folly, I believe you've been a brave and\ncourageous woman.\" At this, Sarah straightened her back\nand looked the minister in the face. In a lower voice\nhe continued: \"There are still many things I have to\nlearn about the world, Sarah Gomartun, some maybe, that\nyou can teach me, but this time you'll be guided by me,\nfor the sake of your children.\"\n\nThe woman stretched out her hand, groping towards\nthe young man. As he caught it, she whispered \"I will,\nson, I'll marry him.\"\n\nWhen he stood up to go, Sorleyson said \"You'll\nwant someone to be here when you're married - a witness,\na best man, as it were.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"844"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna265","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna265","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sarah, Crockery","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna265","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/Hanna265_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff258\n\nA reed of laughter shook in Sarahs voice as she\nanswered \"Aye, we'll want a best man.\" They passed\nthrough the doorway and stood in the open air. She\nnodded to where her son, a silhouette against the sky-\nline, dragged a recalcitrant bullock across the lough\nfield. \"Andra could come wi' us.\"\n\nMy God, said Sorleyson to himself, and turned his\nmind from the thought as Sarah asked \"And the sexton o'\nthe church'll be there?\"\n\n\"The sexton - of the church?'*\n\n\"Aye. We'll be married in Ravara Church, and as\nsoon as ye can manage it.\" As if she guessed what was\nin his thoughts, she swept her eyes disdainfully over\nthe countryside. \"I'm too old now to be caring what they\nthink.\"\n\n\"Well, I'll arrange it for you. Say a week from\nWednesday. Goodbye, Sarah, I'm glad I came. I hope I've\nmade a friend in you.\" Sarah returned the pressure of\nhis hand, her eyes smiling into his. \"Thank ye, thank\nye\" she said, and she watched the old blue car until it\nhad clattered out of sight.\n\nThat evening Sarah was restless. Half-a-dozen\ntimes she picked up her glowering hoops, only to drop\nthem again and wander aimlessly round the house,\narranging and re-arranging the crockery on the dresser,\nthe ornaments on the parlour mantelshelf, or to pluck\nthe already lawn-smooth quilt on the spare bed. Then she\nlit a candle stealthily, and holding it up, examined\nher face in the parlour mirror. She got a brush and\ntried to arrange her still heavy hair over a white strand\nat her forehead. With a towel she rubbed her cheeks\nuntil they burned.\n\nWhen Andrew had gone to bed, Hamilton realised that\nSarah was not in the kitchen. He dragged his chair\nforward and gazed into the black mouth of the passage.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"845"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna266","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna266","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Married, Thursday","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna266","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/Hanna266_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff259\n\n\"What are ye doing down there in the dark, woman?he *\ncalled.\n\n\"Nothing, nothing!\" cried Sarah from the room, end\ncame running light-foot into the kitchen. Her eyes\nwere wide and bright and a red glow pulsed on her pale\ncheeks. Hamilton stared reproachfully over his paper\nat her. \"Well, sit down here and close the door like\na good woman. There\u2019s a powerful draught wi' ye\nleaving it open.\"\n\nObediently she closed the door and sat down beside\nhim. Then after a time she spoke. \"Hami, Mr Sorleyson,\nthe minister, was here the-day.\"\n\n\"Aye?\" said Hamilton, without lowering his paper.\n\n\"He wants us to get married\"\n\nHamilton dropped his paper in concertina folds on\nhis knees. \"He what?\"\n\n\"He says we'll have to get married afore Martha\ncan get married.\"\n\n\"Ah\" said Hamilton, gazing into the fire. \"And\nwhen's this tae be done?\"\n\n\"On Wednesday's-a-week.\"\n\nThe man raised his head. \"Wednesday? Then I maun\ngo tae Killyleagh for coals on the Thursday?\"\n\nThe woman\u2019s eyes widened and her lips quivered. She\nlooked at the dark gaunt mein as he sat there, his face\nbathed in shadow, his earth-stained hands stretched on\nthe arms of his chair. For an instant a crystal of angry\nlaughter glowed in her eyes. \"Aye, ye may go tae Killy-\nleagh for coals on the Thursday!\" She set the words\ndown like plates clinking on a table-top. She stood up\nabruptly. \"I\u2019m away to my bed now\"she said, and as\nshe left the kitchen, there was the faintest flounce to\nher step.\n\nHamilton pulled off his socks and hung them on the\ncrane. He held out his naked soles to the glowing embers\nand sighed with pleasure. Then he got up and turned out\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"846"}},{"node":{"title":"Hanna267","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna267","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Flame, Shadows","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna267","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/Hanna267_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff260\n\nthe lamp and ran it up to the roof. A nimbus of flame\ndanced for a moment in the globe, flickered and\nvanished, and from all the corners of the kitchen,\nancient shadows crept out, silent-footed, to sit by the\ndying fire.\n\n- THE EN D -\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSam Hanna Bell","Updated date":"Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:03","Nid":"847"}}]}