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I like nice things.

Do you?

But at what cost?

We have too much, and we are too poor.

We're too anxious to seem than to be.

We strive for baubles and gewgaws, gimcracks,

fancy clothes,

and shiny cars rather than for contentment

and fundamental culture.

[clears throat]

Not only are we in economics, politics among

the most unsophisticated yokels in the world,

but we are precluded from solving our problems

by the fact that we are so
cocky and conceited because

we have so many things.

[bell ringing]

[footsteps]

Don't forget chapter eight for Thursday.

["Beautiful Dreamer" by Stephen Foster plays]

MAN: Do you have a minute?
JOHN: Yes.

[inaudible dialogue]

♪ Beautiful dreamer
wake unto me ♪

♪ Starlight and dewdrops
are waiting for thee ♪

♪ Sounds of the rude world
heard in the day ♪

♪ Lull'd by the moonlight
have all pass'd away ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer
queen of my song ♪

♪ List while I woo thee
with soft melody ♪

♪ Gone are the cares
of life's busy throng ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer
awake unto me ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer
awake unto me ♪

[knocking]

Mother?

[music stops]

Mother?

[footsteps]

[relieved sighing]

ROSA ISE: Johnny.
Have a seat, son.

JOHN: Mother, I've been pestering you for years

about the old days.

I was thinking, could you make some notes?

ROSA: You know I
don't write well.

JOHN: You have an
incredible memory, mother.

ROSA: My mother, now,
there was a woman

with a sharp wit and memory.

JOHN: Maybe you get it
from her then, but you have it.

[sighing]

ROSA: I'll just tell you my
stories, John.

JOHN: When thoughts come to you,
simply write them down.

Even a few words.

Then, when I come over, you can tell me more.

It will help me to put things into order.

ROSA: I'll try.

JOHN: When was the first time
you met father?

ROSA: Your father was patient,
and quiet, and very intelligent.

[sighing]

I was 17.

My brother, Chris, had tried his
luck out in the western part

of the state.

And one time, he came back home,

and he brought a friend, Henry Ise.

[bright instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

ROSA: Oh, those
dear little birds.

What would spring be without them?

Do you have any on your claim?
Any meadowlarks?

HENRY ISE: Lots of them.
More than here.

And they sing better than the meadowlarks

here in Eastern Kansas.

It's a long song, twice as long,

that winds up with a kind of trill.

[chuckling]

ROSA: I think you're
pulling my leg, Henry Ise.

[whistling]

[laughing]

HENRY: I can't wait
to get you out there.

You're gonna love it.

ROSA: I love you, Henry.
HENRY: You do, do you?

ROSA: Of course, I do.
Well, don't you love me back?

HENRY: I love you first,
I have to.

I'm older.

Hyah.

[wagon wheels rattling]

[stirring string music]

[applause]

[instrumental music continues]

ROSINA HAAG: Remember your
family, Rosalina.

Pray for your parents and we will pray for you.

JOHN HAAG: God, give this couple
in matrimony, and big prayers

for many blessings, and long lives, many children.

And remember, always keep your eye on God.

Henry, I give you my daughter.

She's a good girl.
A hard worker and strong.

Your mother and I have done everything we can.

I want you to have this.

My mother gave that to me
in Deutschland, the old country.

Say your prayers.

(In German) I am little, but my heart is pure.

ROSA: Ya, father.

JOHN: I raised her well, Henry.

(In German) I know you did, sir.

[sighing]

ROSA: Goodbye.
Goodbye mother, goodbye father.

ROSINA: Farewell my children, farewell.

[sobbing]

JOHN: Rosa, your brother
will take care of you.

CHRIS HAAG: I will, father.
ROSINA: Write to me if you can.

[sobbing]

CHRIS: I'll see you soon, Rosie.

[sighing]

ROSA: Auf Wiedersehen.

[Rosina sobbing]

[wagon wheels rattling]

[solemn instrumental music]

WILLIAM SCHOONOVER:
Any trouble, Missus?

ROSA: Did you see a man
up the road?

Or three brindle cows?

WILLIAM: Yeah,
I seen 'em all.

Man was back about a mile or so,
cow's about a mile further.

They'll be along soon, I reckon.
They yours?

ROSA: He's mine.

WILLIAM: Yeah, his cows seemed
much sprier than mine.

They'll come fast when they come.

Right smart morning, ain't it?

[solemn music]

Ma'am, this man you say is yours, is he your husband?

ROSA: Yes, he's mine.

WILLIAM: I don't mean
to scare you none.

Name's Schoonover, William Schoonover.

ROSA: Rosina Ise.
What is it that you want?

WILLIAM: Well, you see,
my wife died

and I ain't got much or much help.

ROSA: We're on our way
to our claim.

Maybe you should go back towards a town.

Where are you headed?

WILLIAM: We was headed for our
claim in Nebraska.

I went back to get my wife and children,

and she was awful sick, and died.

Now a couple of the little ones, they're ill too.

ROSA: Maybe you should go back
home where you have help.

WILLIAM: I ain't going back now.
Anyway, home's Kentucky.

There ain't nothing for us there.

Home's out here now.

ROSA: Well, maybe you
need your people.

WILLIAM: Ma'am, I ain't hardly
got any people.

She was all I had.
ROSA: I'm sorry.

HENRY: Can I help you?

[relieved sighing]

WILLIAM: No, I was just leaving.

ROSA: We'll keep you in
our prayers and thoughts.

WILLIAM: Thank you.

[solemn music]

[wagon wheels rattling]

[upbeat banjo music]

HENRY: Woah.
Be right back.

We need coffee and salt.
ROSA: All right.

[music continues]

[hooves thudding]

HENRY: Why don't you drive
them for a bit?

I'll walk with the cows.

ROSA: Giddy up Frank, Sam!
HENRY: Ten miles to home, Rosie.

I can't wait for you to see it!

[saddle chains rattling]

Woah, woah.

[light music builds]

There it is.
That's our cabin.

That's our claim.

It starts right there at the creek cross

and goes half a mile to the south,

half a mile to the west.

Doesn't it look like good land, Rosie, darling?

ROSA: I pray it's a
good home for us.

It surely looks like good land, Henry.

HENRY: It is good land.

I've plowed and furrowed all around,

and turned up nothing but rich, black soil.

It won't take long with some luck.

[chucking]

[music continues]

[door thuds]

ROSA: Woah.
Who was that? Henry!

HENRY: That's Frank Hagel.

He's been taking care of the cabin since I left.

ROSA: Well, he didn't even wave.

He just ran inside like something was wrong.

HENRY: I bet the
place is a mess.

Probably hasn't swept it out since I left.

[chuckling]

Here Frank, meet my wife, Rosie Ise.

What have you got for dinner?
We're hungry as coyotes.

[chuckling]

[horse snorting]

[tense music]

[bottle clinking]

[cup thudding]

[tense music continues]

[cards shuffling]

[stove lid rattling]

[birds chirping]

[sighing]

ROSA: It's better than what my
family had in Holton at first.

[chuckling]

HENRY: The Bible your father
gave you.

ROSA: Hm, thank you, Henry.

[sighing]

HENRY: It's not much.
ROSA: It has possibilities.

HENRY: Do I?
ROSA: No.

You are hopeless, Henry Ise.

[chuckling]

Our home.
HENRY: Yeah.

ROSA: I'd like to see Chris.
HENRY: Of course.

I want you to meet our neighbors too.

ROSA: I want see them all.

Chris and Louisa first, please?
HENRY: Yeah.

[footsteps]

ROSA: Marriages: Henry C. Ise
of Osborne County, Kansas

to Rosa Haag of Jackson County, Kansas on May 16, 1873.

[exhaling]

[whistling]

[playful music builds]

ROSA: My word, Henry.
HENRY: Old man Vietz.

ROSA: What is wrong with him?
HENRY: He's just different.

ROSA: I suppose so.

[laughing]

[music continues]

CHRIS: I told you he was
the best single man

in Osborne County.

Was I right?

He's the best in Jackson County, too.

Only the best for my Rosie.

ROSA: Definitely the best
in Jackson County,

but I don't know about the Osborne County men yet.

[laughing]

We did see the strangest man on the way here.

LOUISA HAAG: Who
was that, darling?

HENRY: Old man Vietz.

ROSA: He was nearly naked,
bathing in public.

I thought it was an Indian except for his beard.

CHRIS: He's harmless, Rosie.
The man's a preacher.

ROSA: A preacher?

Who is his congregation?
The birds?

CHRIS: No doubt.

He does talk to himself but he's an honest Dutchman.

LOUISA: They say
he eats skunks.

He says he's a preacher but I'm not certain.

Anyone could say that?
ROSA: Does he have a family?

LOUISA: He says his family
won't come west.

At least, not unless he builds them a decent home.

ROSA: Well, I hope you
don't have many like him.

CHRIS: Hm.
He certainly is one of a kind.

ROSA: Can I get you some coffee?
LOUISA: I'm fine.

CHRIS: Mm, I'll have some.

How was your trip?

HENRY: Good, good.
Creek sure was up.

ROSA: So glad to
see you, Chris.

It makes missing mother and father so much easier.

LOUISA: We're happy
for the company and family.

ROSA: I'm glad to
see you too, Lou.

I don't know what I'd do
without female companionship.

LOUISA: It does get pretty lonely out here,

but the church is growing.

You'll love the Bartschs, and others.

CHRIS: You're just feeling
a bit homesick, sis.

It will get better.

And who knows, maybe the whole Haag family

can join us before long.

[Louisa chuckling]

HENRY: Here comes Steve.
STEVE LINGE: Well, hello there.

Here's the beautiful Mrs. Ise.

I've heard so much about you, ma'am.

I'm not sure why you chose to
help out this old, rough German.

There are plenty of good German men in the county.

(In German) German.

He told me he was a Swede.

[laughing]

[wagon wheels rattling]

STEVE: Mrs. Ise,
this is my wife, Pheobe.

PHEOBE LINGE: Pleased to
meet you.

ROSA: Likewise.

PHEOBE: Now you can see
what I have to put up with.

CHRIS BARTSCH: Ah, welcome to
Rosenthal, er, Rose Valley.

Oh, I'm Chris Bartsch, and this
is my ehefrau, my wife, Mary.

HENRY: I'm Henry Ise,
and this is my wife, Rosa.

CHRIS: Nice to meet you.

(In German) Are you German?

ROSA (In German) My Parents-were born there.

MARY BARTSCH: Welcome.

If I can help in any way, please let me know.

ROSA: Well, I'll be honest,
it has been an adjustment.

MARY: Let me tell you,
when we first came out here,

I told Chris I wouldn't stay
unless he repaired the roof,

and he made the place livable.
Truthfully, it is an adjustment.

ROSA: I'm trying to look
at the bright side,

but Henry is a dreamer.

MARY: I think you have
to be to come out here.

[laughing]

ROSA: I don't know if I'm
a dreamer, Mary.

MARY: You believe in that
man over there, don't you?

ROSA: I do.
MARY: See, you are a dreamer.

We just dream differently.

That's not a bad thing, you know.

Sometimes, I think over time,
our dreams, they grow together.

CHRIS: Well, we move on now,
let you get back to work.

Leave her.

REVEREND BOWERS: And Moses,
in Exodus 33,

asked the Lord to show him His glory.

He wanted to see the face and the glory of the Lord,

but that could not be for the Lord said in verse 20,

"You cannot see my face.

No man sees my face
and lives."

CONGREGANT: Amen, pastor.

REVEREND BOWERS: That's why
the word had to become flesh.

[handle clicking]

[suspenseful music]

[latch catching]

HENRY: I'll go see
what they want.

STEVE: I'm coming with you.

CHRIS: And I will
cover you both.

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[handle clicking]

[chickens flapping and clucking]

[door creaking]

HENRY: We were having
a prayer service.

NEHARKA: My people are
starving, hungry.

HENRY: We don't have much.
NEHARKA: You have more than we.

STEVE: What about the bread?
Rosie's bread.

HENRY: Yeah.
Please ask her.

[footsteps]

CHRIS: They just want food.
Don't worry, don't worry.

[relieved sighing]

REVEREND BOWERS: Now, let's
not all be frightened

and concerned here.
Let's remain calm, ladies.

ROSA: Is that all they want?
CHRIS: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just food.
Just food.

[knife sawing]

[plates clattering]

[footsteps]

[bird chirping]

NEHARKA: Bread is no good.
HENRY: The bread is good.

And we have more.

NEHARKA: What is this?
HENRY: Butter.

My wife's butter.
NEHARKA: We need meat.

I have nothing to hunt.

All of the hunt has moved away
since your people came upon us.

Take them.
All of them!

[footsteps]

[handle clicking]

REVEREND BOWERS: Well, we thank
the Lord for our safe keeping.

[knocking]

HENRY: Quiet, please.

[door squeaking]

NEHARKA: Very good.

[handle clicking]

HENRY: Those chickens
were dying of cholera.

It will make them all sick.

CHRIS: Well, I wouldn't worry
about them anymore.

No.
Come, come.

REVEREND BOWERS: Shall
we continue with

the services, everyone?

In the book of Exodus…

MART STARLING: Henry!

Henry!

Hi there, Henry.

HENRY: Mart, King.

MART: We got trouble up
at Oak Creek.

HENRY: What kind of trouble?

MART: It's Nebraska Stevens,

the boy who got bit by the rabid wolf.

He went mad yesterday and drove
his folks out the house.

KING: Some of us will have
to help take care of him.

HENRY: I hadn't heard about it.
His mother, she...

MART: She's beside herself, Henry.

Damn near lost her mind too.

You know his pa.
He ain't doing much better.

HENRY: Are they sure
it's the rabies?

MART: What else?
It was more than just a scare.

He was working down at the south
ranch when he heard a commotion

in the chicken coop and went to see what was wrong.

KING: People have been talking about a mad wolf

for a long time.

MART: I believe it now.

Anyway, he took a gun with him

when he went to check out the coop.

But just as he rounded that door of the chicken coop,

the beast burst out
and tore him up something fierce

before he could even draw the damn gun.

We thought he was alright for a while.

Yesterday, he went down to the creek with his dad,

when he saw that water, he had an awful fit.

ROSA: Dear God.

HENRY: Have they sought out
a doctor?

MART: No, and they won't.
He's too far gone, Henry.

You know doctors won't go near a boy who's gone mad.

His pa and John Wise are doing their best

to keep him under control,

but they need somebody's help.
They need someone to dispel him.

HENRY: Let's go.

[horse galloping]

[door thudding]

[footsteps]

How can I help?

JOHN WISE: Take Bill Stevens' place so we can get

his wife out of here.
The boy is beyond mad.

He'll make sense for a minute and get close to you.

Stay clear and stay safe.

[eerie music]

[rapid breathing]

[sobbing]

[eerie music continues]

NEBRASKA STEVENS: Mother?

Water.

Water!

Please, somebody give me a drink.

Why won't you give me a drink?
I want a drink.

JOHN: God, to hear him beg.
NEBRASKA: Water!

JOHN: I can't listen
to him beg anymore.

NEBRASKA: Please!

[Nebraska sobbing]
JOHN: I'll give it to him.

[cup clatters]

[Lizzie cries out]
LIZZIE STEVENS: No!

HENRY: Ma'am, we need
you to leave.

NEBRASKA: Mother, do you
have to leave?

I won't bite you.

Please, just give me a kiss before you have to go.

HENRY: You shouldn't do that.
Please go with your husband now.

We'll watch over your boy.

NEBRASKA: No mother,
I won't hurt you.

BILL STEVENS: Come mother,
we must go.

LIZZIE: No!
JOHN: Ma'am, I'm begging you.

We'll do all we can.

NEBRASKA: I'm fine.

[eerie music continues]

I'm fine.
LIZZIE: We love you, Nebraska.

JOHN: We'll take care
of your boy.

[sobbing]

HENRY: Please go.

Now!

[footsteps]

[door creaking]

[somber music builds]

God bless you.

[somber music continues]

ROSA: What are you
reading, Henry?

HENRY: A book about
the reformation.

ROSA: Is it interesting?

HENRY: Yeah.
It helps me understand.

I want a better education for our children.

ROSA: Well, speaking of...
That's old man Vietz.

[footsteps]

[Vietz knocking]

[handle clicking]

[birds chirping]

VIETZ: Hello Mr. Ise.

My name is Vietz, I run the post office.

HENRY: Mr. Vietz,
please come in.

VIETZ: Thank you.

I have a piece of mail here for you.

HENRY: Thank you.

VIETZ: I can no longer
run the post office.

You see, Mr. Bender,
he finds my services

irritating for some reason.

HENRY: He can't take
your job away.

VIETZ: Oh, no, no.

He can't do that.

No, I just need to take a leave of absence,

so he'll quit worrying about me.

HENRY: You shouldn't' let
him intimidate you.

VIETZ: Oh, my services are
much bigger than this.

You see, the people around here don't understand me.

You understand,
don't you, Mr. Ise?

HENRY: I don't know,
but I'll listen.

VIETZ: Good.
Good.

You see, I am a traveler.

We're all travelers in this weary world.

Some of us on the road to salvation,

some on the road to ruin.

I have always tried to be a servant to man

and a disciple to God.

HENRY: I understand.
VIETZ: Yes, yes.

So, you can take over my position as postmaster,

but from here in your own home, of course.

And by and by, I would come back and relieve you.

HENRY: I believe
I could do that.

VIETZ: Yes.
Good, good.

Well, God bless this house and all who dwell here.

Goodbye.

HENRY: Where will
you go, Vietz?

VIETZ: Oh, I don't know.

I'm sure I'll find the proper field for my services.

Ma'am, sir.

[handle clicking]

HENRY: Good luck.

[door closes]

[footsteps]

[knife clicking]

[thudding]

[sighing]

ROSA: You say yes to
everything and everyone

without asking any details, Henry.

HENRY: I have to help.

ROSA: You have to take care
of our family, our needs.

I am with child.
HENRY: You're what?

Really?
Are you sure?

ROSA: I'm sure.
HENRY: I'm gonna be a father.

We're gonna be parents, Rosie.
ROSA: Yes.

HENRY: I was gonna go get supplies, but I can't go now.

ROSA: Please go.
Take care of things.

HENRY: And leave you alone?
How?

ROSA: I'm fine.

I worry you're spreading yourself too thin.

HENRY: I don't need to go.

ROSA: The baby won't be
here for several months.

Please, go take care of things.

HENRY: Let me take you
to your brother's.

ROSA: I don't need to
be babysat, Henry.

HENRY: I know.

Okay.
I'll be back by tomorrow.

[Rosa chuckling]

MARY: Yes Rosie, it's good.
It is good.

It is good.
All is good.

All is good.
Just one more time, Rosie.

One more time.
Come on.

Come on.

Louisa and I are here for you.

[screaming]

LOUISA: It is good.
It's good.

Come on, Rosie.
Come on.

MARY: Come on.
Yes, yes.

[screaming]

Good.
LOUISA: Keep going.

MARY: Yes Rosie, yes!

[Rosa screaming]

More, more!
LOUISA: Keep going.

MARY: All is good.
LOUISA: Keep going.

MARY: We have baby!
We have baby!

[baby crying]

Woo, baby is here.
Baby is here!

Oh, good.
Rose, your baby is here.

[crying]
[baby crying]

You have baby, Rosie.
Baby.

[Laughing]

Baby is here.

[Rosie laughing]

[baby crying]

[handle clicking]

[laughing]

ROSA: Henry, it's a boy.
HENRY: He has blue eyes, Rosie.

[laughing]

ROSA: We're going
to name him Albert.

[relieved sighing]
HENRY: Son.

Can you stay for a couple of days?

I'm new to this.

MARY: Of course.
I was planning on it.

But we are going to need some things.

I'll need you to go into town, Henry.

LOUISA: I'll stay as well,
if you want me to, Rosie.

[Albert screaming]

HENRY: What is it?
What's wrong?

ROSA: I don't know.

[sighing]

[Albert continues crying]

I don't know.

Could you please go get a doctor?

HENRY: When's the
last time he fed?

ROSA: I don't know.
Please go get a doctor.

HENRY: I don't wanna leave.
ROSA: Go!

Please!

[Albert fusses]

[handle clicking]

[crying continues]

[deep sighing]

[screaming continues]

Oh, sweet Albert, papa went to get you a doctor.

It's okay, Albert.

It's okay.

[crying intensifies]

Where is Henry?

No.

[sniffling]

No!
No.

[sobbing]

Henry!

[sobbing]

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

No.

I love you.

I love you.

[haunting music]

[footsteps]

[haunting music continues]

[knife clacking]

[sighing]

ROSA: I guess it's about time
for dinner.

When I lost sweet Albert,

I couldn't imagine my future without him.

People think when you have other children,

you somehow forget your loss.

You don't.
It's not true, Johnny.

Loss is loss.
JOHN: I know.

So hard not to know what he
would've looked like or become.

ROSA: As difficult
as it was on me,

your father took it even harder.

But he kept it inside.

From John?

[sniffling]

HENRY: From Kate.
ROSA: What does she say?

HENRY: Things are good in Iowa.
The Brietze's farm's for sale.

I could own that farm if I hadn't had my $300 stolen.

ROSA: I've prayed that their conscience would move

them to return your money.

I guess that only happens in storybooks.

HENRY: Iowa's good country.

I helped break that farm after the war.

The best around there.

This place… [papers shuffling]

Everything dies here.

My corn, my son, everything.

ROSA: It will rain
one of these days.

I remember what it was like 14 years ago at Holton.

It was worse than this.

It was our first year in this country.

Mother and father didn't know what to expect.

[footsteps]

[door closes]

[corn stalks crunching]

HENRY: It's worthless.
It made it all worthless.

ROSA: Please listen to me.

When my folks came here, we had
no rain from May to November.

We had no wheat, no corn, no rye, no money, nothing.

Father was ill, so we had nothing to eat.

[sighing]
And poor mother.

She saw that we weren't gonna make it to spring,

so she started to Atchison,
and got caught in a blizzard.

HENRY: How old were you?

ROSA: I was five.

As the days passed,

father realized that mother might've lost her life,

but he couldn't help.
He was so sick.

One day, he started to cut our hair,

and he began to cry.

I'd never seen my father cry.

HENRY: What happened
to your mother?

ROSA: Oh, thank God
a wagon passed by

and took her to a reservation and saved her life.

Henry, you have not failed.

You told me it would get better, and it will.

HENRY: I'm good at
floating hope out there, eh?

ROSA: It's more than hope,
it's love.

Love for your fellow man, for me, for our babies.

We will have more babies, I feel it in my bones.

HENRY: It hurts to fail.

ROSA: It's part of life.

You taught me that.

So, maybe you should listen to yourself.

[corn stalks crunching]

We have no place to go, and nowhere else to be but here.

This is our home.
Our home.

I will not let you quit.

[sniffling]

[solemn music]

JOHN KIPLINGER: Lord, we thank
you for our blessings.

We pray for our families and our friends.

We ask all of this in Jesus' name, amen.

HENRY: Grateful to have
you here, Reverend.

JOHN: Glad to be with you.
HENRY: This is my wife, Rosie.

ROSA: Hi.

HENRY: And my brother
and sister-in-law,

Chris and Louisa Haag.

JOHN: Nice to meet you.

This is my wife, Amanda.
AMANDA KIPLINGER: Hi.

HENRY: Hello.
AMANDA: Hello.

LOUISA: It's wonderful news, Rosie. Are you sure?

ROSA: I'm sure.

LOUISA: How far along
do you think you are?

ROSA: Two, maybe three weeks.
Two, maybe three months.

[squealing]

[laughing]

Those early years were challenging,

but we were blessed.

And in 1885, with the help of our neighbors,

we built a new home.

We were so proud and grateful.

We also were blessed with the sound of little feet.

What once felt like an impossible dream

was now a reality.

We were home.

[light instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

HENRY: What do you think, Rosie?
Do you like our new home?

ROSA: I do, Henry.

I'm grateful to you and everyone who's helped us.

We've worked hard for this.
HENRY: We've been blessed.

ROSA: We've had
some lean years.

HENRY: I'm grateful
we did this together.

I wanna get you a gift.

ROSA: Henry, this gift is
more than I could dream.

HENRY: You've been laboring
so hard with the sewing

for the children, I wanna buy you a machine.

[chuckling]

ROSA: The Bartschs have
a machine I could use

or ask them to do some sewing.

HENRY: You need your own.

We have many children now, and maybe more to come.

[clapping]

["Little Old Sod Shanty on the Claim" playing]

♪ I'm looking
rather seedy now ♪

♪ While holding down
my claim ♪

♪ And my vittles are not always
served the best ♪

♪ And the mice play shyly round
me as I nestle down to rest ♪

♪ In the little old sod shanty
on my claim ♪

♪ Oh the hinges are of leather
and the windows have no glass ♪

♪ And the board roof lets
the howling blizzard in ♪

♪ And I hear the hungry coyote
as he slinks up thru the grass ♪

♪ Round the little old sod
shanty on my claim ♪

♪ Round the little old sod shanty on my claim ♪

[applauding]

[hooves thudding]

[Joe screaming]

ROSA: Something's wrong
with Joe.

He's fussing and feverish.

HENRY: What is it?

ROSA: I don't know,
but I'll sit up with him.

HENRY: I will, dear.

[Joe crying]

Try to get some rest.
ROSA: I can't.

I'm worried sick.

[handle clicking]

[Joe crying]

HENRY: What if it
is the paralysis?

ROSA: That's what Linge's
baby had.

HENRY: Steve said she had a
fever, was fretful for days,

and she just died.

ROSA: Henry, you must
go get the doctor.

He'll know what to do, go.
Go now!

Go as fast as you can.

HENRY: Wouldn't it be better
to take him to the doctor?

We could get there faster than he can get to us.

Laura, Billy, come, come.

We're gonna take Joe to the doctor.

Help your mother, I'm gonna hitch up the team.

LAURA ISE: Yes, father.

[somber music]

ROSA: Come, come.

[music continues]

[footsteps]

DOC POOLE: Is the lad sick?

Bad weather for youngins, I'll tell you.

HENRY: Cross and feverish
since Thursday.

He hasn't been able to move either foot.

ROSA: Is it the paralysis?

DOC POOLE: I'm afraid
if it is the paralysis…

[sighing]

...there's just
not much I can do.

I'm just a country doctor, and I'm limited.

[sighing]

Henry, Rosie, I wish to God

we could get him in to see somebody else.

I'm afraid it's possible that
this boy will never walk again.

ROSA: No, no.

You have to do something for him.

DOC POOLE: Okay, okay.

Let's don't get ahead of ourselves, okay?

He might get over it.

He's young and he seems stout enough,

and yeah, he could pull through it.

And besides, he comes from good stock, that's right.

So, here's what I want you to do.

I want you to give him a couple of tablespoons

of this every hour.

I want you to bring him back tomorrow and every day

of this week, if need be, all right?

And above all else,

we've got to feed him good, nourishing food,

we've got to keep his strength up, all right?

[sighing]

[footsteps]

Henry, you gotta be strong.
That woman's gonna need you.

I know you want answers, but answers take time

and you're just gonna have to take one day at a time.

HENRY: I understand.

ROSA: Never walk again?
Never walk again.

HENRY: That's not what he said.
We'll get help.

[wagon wheels rattling]

ROSA: From where, Henry?
We don't have any money.

Our baby will never walk again.
What will he be?

He can't go to school, he can't have a regular job.

He will be a cripple.
HENRY: You're going too far.

We need to go to God for this.
ROSA: And where is God now, huh?

Our child, our son.

HENRY: Our little boy needs you,
and so do I.

ROSA: I know.
HENRY: We'll go to God.

DOCTOR BISHOP: We have a
sick one, do we?

HENRY: He hasn't been able
to walk for some time.

ROSA: He had quite a
fever and the doctor

at Downs said it might be the paralysis.

DOCTOR BISHOP: Did he
ever walk properly?

ROSA: Well, maybe barely.

But he was playful, though, and healthy.

There's just something wrong.

DOCTOR BISHOP: I see.

I believe this will be of help to him.

HENRY: What is it?

DOCTOR BISHOP: The names
aren't important.

But we have seen some pretty fine reactions

with this medicine.

Of course, improvement or responses

will vary from patient to patient.

ROSA: When might
we see improvement?

DOCTOR BISHOP: As I said,

this will vary from patient to patient.

But he's young and relatively healthy it seems.

HENRY: How much will this all
cost, doctor?

DOCTOR BISHOP: Well,
let's see.

What did we plan on today?

HENRY: I have just $300.

DOCTOR BISHOP: As a
matter of fact,

that is exactly what my bill is.

I'm certainly glad you have that today, son.

I bet soon, he'll be as good as new.

[somber music]

[cup clanking]

ROSA: That rotten doctor.

Not only did he frighten us, but he took our money.

JOHN: Oh, mother,
it was meant to be.

ROSA: But John, the man was
a charlatan and a fake.

JOHN: I know,
but my leg was no good.

[sighing]

ROSA: Who knew that my boy
would grow to be the great

Dr. John Ise?

JOHN: Well, whatever
I've become,

I have you and father to thank for it.

You set the bar high, mother.
I'm grateful.

ROSA: Your father was
the intelligent one.

He taught y'all so much.

HENRY: It's nice
to have you here, Pastor,

and Mrs. Kiplinger.

JOHN: This community has
been a real blessing to us.

AMANDA: It feels like home.
ROSA: It's our pleasure.

BILLY ISE: Cookies!
ROSA: After dinner.

JOHN: Henry, I know you
grew up in Germany.

HENRY: Württemberg.

JOHN: How old were you
when you came over, Henry?

HENRY: Seventeen.
I came with my sister.

JOHN: And you fought in the war?
HENRY: 10th Illinois.

JOHN: I did the same.
48th Indiana.

Henry, I'd like to start a Sabbath school

for the German speaking folks in our flock.

HENRY: I think that's
a good idea.

JOHN: Everyone says you'd be
a good one to lead that.

ROSA: Couldn't you
lead that, pastor?

Or someone else?

JOHN: Well, I plan on leading
the English speaking

Sabbath time, but my German
certainly isn't good enough

to lead those that are Germanic.

HENRY: There are many here
that come from the old country.

JOHN: Precisely.

And what a wonderful way to minister them.

I just hear from everyone that
Mr. Ise is the exemplary man

and a wonderful Christian gentleman.

ROSA: No one disagrees
with that.

AMANDA: I'm sorry if
we intrude, Rosa.

LAURA: Mother, may we
have our cookies?

ROSA: May you pass
around the cookies?

BILLY: Ma, he's taking two
at a whack!

[laughing]

ROSA: One for you, Billy.

[soft piano music]

[wagon wheels rattling]

[piano music continues]

[bell ringing]

JOHN: Let's all
gather round, please.

Let's all gather around.

The sooner we complete our program,

the sooner we all get to eat.

Now, let's have our children
from the school please come

forth and kindly sing for us.

[music continues]

CHILDREN: ♪ Oh my darling,
Oh my darling ♪

♪ Oh my darling,
Clementine ♪

♪ You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

[applauding]

[light music continues]

[laughing]

[footsteps]

SLATS JONES: Danny Ise,

did you do your homework for today?

Danny, can you hear me?
Once more.

Did you tackle Belle Bowers
this morning during recess?

[giggling]

Danny Ise!
DANNY: Yes, ma'am?

SLATS: Joe, go get the switch
for me outside please.

And hurry.

[footsteps]

DANNY: Please don't whip me.

SLATS: You should've thought
of that before you misbehaved.

Let's go.

[footsteps]

[striking blows]
[Danny groans]

Go.

Mr. Ise, I suggest you consider
your behavior and your future.

You know I'll have to report this to your parents.

DANNY: Ma'am, please don't
tell this to my folks.

HENRY: If the boy misbehaved,
he'll be disciplined for it.

ROSA: They say she's
incredibly harsh, Henry.

HENRY: He must learn.

[sighing]

ROSA: Not much
trouble when they're little.

Washing a few diapers, picking up a few messes,

but then they get big,

and they can get into some real trouble.

The kind that keeps me awake at night.

Little children, little troubles,

big children, big troubles.

DANNY: It's the girls.
They have big mouths.

ROSA: Oh, is that right?
JOHN: Not you, mother.

These girls.
ROSA: Your sisters?

DANNY: Our neighbors.
They want attention.

They think it's funny.

[chuckling]

ROSA: It isn't funny, Henry.
HENRY: It's a little funny.

ROSA: Danny can hardly walk.

HENRY: And if he's
learned anything,

he'll stay away from Slats.

ROSA: Please don't
call her that.

[tapping shovel]

[approaching hooves]

JOHN: Henry, it's Bartsch.
He's going fast.

[birds chirping]

HENRY: Rosie will
want to come.

[corn rustling]

[coughing]

HENRY (In German) Bartsch.

My German Friend.

You've been a good Christian.

You have nothing to worry about.

Rosie and I will help Mary.

Was Mary proud.

CHRIS (In German) Danka.

You've been a good friend.

(coughing)

Thank you.

HENRY (In German) Go in peace, And with our love.

HENRY: I'll let you
be alone.

ROSA: I'm so sorry, Mary.

We're here.
Whatever you need.

MARY: I know.
You always have been.

We could not have asked

for better friends than the both of you.

[sniffling]

[sighing]

[sobbing]

["Beautiful Dreamer" plays]

♪ Beautiful dreamer
wake unto me ♪

♪ Starlight and dewdrops
are waiting for thee ♪

♪ All of the rude sounds
heard in the day ♪

♪ Lull'd by the moonlight
have all pass'd away ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer
queen of my song ♪

♪ List while I woo thee
with soft melody ♪

♪ Gone are the cares
of life's busy throng ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer
awake unto me ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer
awake unto me ♪

[applauding]

ROSA: Are you okay?

HENRY: I'm fine.

I'm enjoying watching the children.

ROSA: They are talented,
aren't they?

HENRY: Yes, they are.

ROSA: Thanks to their father.

He's very talented, you know.

HENRY: Don't forget
about their mother.

She's the resourceful one.

She made sure they studied every single say.

ROSA: Yes, but their father
taught them to read music.

He was generous and he's very intelligent.

[chuckling]

[solemn music]

Is it your stomach again?
HENRY: Yeah.

ROSA: Is it the same
feeling as always?

HENRY: Different.

ROSA: How so?

HENRY: Deeper.

The pain, it's deeper.

ROSA: Why don't you let
the doctor take a look at you?

Henry, for me.
Please.

Let's find out what this is.

[sighing]

HENRY: All right.

ROSA: I'll send one of the
boys to get him tomorrow.

HENRY: Don't we have
corn to husk tomorrow?

ROSA: Well, he probably won't
be able to be here

until late in the day anyhow.

[chimes tinkling]

[somber music]

[bell ringing]

[groaning]

[bell ringing]

LAURA: Wash.
Dinner time.

[bell ringing]

[music continues]

[knife clacking]

[handle clicks]

[water trickles]

[footsteps]

[door closes]

[somber music continues]

ROSA: Not feeling well?

HENRY: Nein.

ROSA: Can I get you something?
A little soup?

Tea?

HENRY: Nothing.

[footsteps]

ROSA: Your stomach?

HENRY: Does that feel
like a lump to you?

It hurts.

ROSA: Your medicine.

HENRY: Doesn't help.

ROSA: But it has helped.

HENRY: Maybe.

ROSA: You cannot work like that.
Not like you did today.

Someone else can husk the corn.

HENRY: Okay, dear.

ROSA: Henry, Doc Poole
and Doctor Bailey are here.

DOC POOLE: Henry, can I have
a look at that side there?

DOCTOR BAILEY: Henry are
you getting enough to drink.

HENRY: Laura and Rosie
are very good to me.

DOC POOLE: I know
they are, Henry.

I know they are.

And I'm gonna leave some medicine with Rosie

that'll help with the pain.

[footsteps]

[sighing]

If it is cancer…
ROSA: No.

DOC POOLE: … And we fear there's
very little doubt that it is,

all you can do is try to make
it as easy on him as possible.

ROSA: Isn't there anything?
An operation?

DOC POOLE: No, ma'am.

I could not put him through that.

I wouldn't know where or how to start.

We have hope, dear, and we have prayer too.

ROSA: Thank you both very much.
DOC POOLE: Yes ma'am.

[somber music]

DOCTOR BAILEY: Good day.

ROSA: We need to send for Billy,
and to Iowa for Aunt Kate.

[sobbing]

[somber music continues]

[pencil clanking]

JOHN: I wish I could've
spent more time with father.

I didn't get to work the fields
or help him like the others.

ROSA: But your
father understood.

He knew you would find a life in education or music.

Oh, Johnny.

He was our rock.

JOHN: I think father knew how
strong you could be, don't you?

ROSA: I suppose
you're right, son.

[Henry groaning]

HENRY: Rosie, girl, wanna go
for a ride around the place?

ROSA: Henry, you're
much too weak.

HENRY: Ask Billy to
fix up the surrey.

[somber music continues]

[groaning]

[carriage wheels rattling]

[hooves plodding]

HENRY: Remember when we crossed
here for the first time, Rosie?

ROSA: Only a little while ago,
yet so much has happened.

A lot of good came from some very hard times.

[sighing]

If we had seen it all before us,

would we have had so much courage?

HENRY: If we had known all
our work and all our worry

would lead to this.

I'm not quite 60.

Perhaps we could've found more
joy in the years as they passed.

It seems such a short time now.

ROSA: If we could just start out
with dear old Frank and Sam.

Drive across the prairie to our new, little cabin.

[sighing]

HENRY: It was...
So much promise.

ROSA: It seemed good.
We were hopeful.

HENRY: We spend most our
lives living in the future,

and now it's all in the past.

It was the third of June that day, wasn't it?

ROSA: Third of June.

[birds chirping]

What a bright, fresh green everything was.

The prairie, little field of wheat.

HENRY: Frank Hagel isn't here
to welcome us, this time.

ROSA: Hmm.
Poor Frank.

He's been gone so long.

HENRY: Okay Billy,
we can go.

[wagon wheels creak]

CHURCH ELDER: It is the last
chance you will have,

brother Ise, to do something for the Lord.

The Lord has
blessed you, Mr. Ise.

[footsteps]

Mr. Ise, even
renters who don't own farms

are giving more than that.

HENRY: We can only live
up to the light we have.

I cannot pledge money for
others to pay after I'm gone.

[handle clicking]

[footsteps]

ROSA: He'll have to rest now.
Good day, gentlemen.

[sighing]

[footsteps]

[door closing]

[light music]

What did they want?

HENRY: Money for
the pastor's home.

ROSA: Were they scolding?
HENRY: A bit.

I can't pledge money to be given after I'm gone.

I won't do that to you.

[birds chirping]

ROSA: Henry,
speak to me once more.

[breathing shakily]

HENRY: Farewell.
Thank you for everything.

And love them.
ROSA: I will.

HENRY: You've been the best
woman a man could ever ask for.

[sobbing]

ROSA: Oh no, no.

[sobbing]

[soft music]

ROSA: I spent 30 years sitting
on that porch praying for rain.

And I've been thinking that y'all would all leave me,

everyone except Will.

I think Will plans to stay.

LAURA: Mother, if you need to
stay, that would be fine.

But the children are nearly all grown,

and we worry about how hard you work in the summers.

ROSA: You all don't
need me any longer.

And there's not much that I can do.

But it isn't a happy thought to know

that you're no longer needed.

ROSINA ISE: Mother.

ROSA: Joe, sit on
the sofa properly.

JOHN: Yes, mother.

ROSINA: Mother,
you are needed.

Don't you know you and father were so strong?

ALICE ISE: Yes, you are needed.
As much as ever.

And you could make a home for us
or for yourself in Lawrence

as well as here.

ROSA: And leave Will?

ROSINA: Will may not stay here
much longer anyhow.

And if he does, he'll wanna be married someday, likely.

ROSA: Yes, I suppose he should.
And I would only be in his way.

LAURA: You could get
a house in Lawrence.

And some of us would be here for several years.

ROSINA: Dutch and Happy
aren't through high school yet,

and you know more of us are going

to the university next fall.

Joe and Robert wanna go to law school.

You would have a lot to do to help us.

ROSA: Yeah,
I suppose I could.

But those little houses in
Lawrence, the ones with the...

You turn the facet on for the
water and a man brings the ice

to the back porch, another brings milk.

No garden, no flowers, huh?
What would I do?

Cook?
Dust furniture all day long?

ALICE: We'll get you
a house where there's a garden

and all the flowers you want.

You could have lots of flowers.

ROSA: I could have
lots of flowers.

ALICE: Yes.

ROSA: I used to think
it would be so fine

to have lots of flowers.

But when it comes down to it, flowers just don't seem

that important anymore.

Caring for the children, planting trees,

building up a home, a good home.

That's what mattered to your father and I.

LAURA: What you and father built
for us was wonderful, mother.

More than you might realize.

ROSA: You just want me
to walk away from it all

as if it never happened.

As if everything that your father and I worked

for was for nothing.

LAURA: No, mother.
That is not what we're saying.

ROSA: I suppose I could go.

I could be... I could go and be content somewhere else,

but it will never be my home.
Do you hear me?

It will never be my home.
This, this is my home.

ALICE: Momma.

[sobbing]

ROSA: This is your
father's place.

This was his dream.

He is everywhere here.

ROSINA: He's not here
anymore, momma.

He's not here.

[footsteps]

AUCTIONEER: We've got
a carriage over here,

very comfortable.

I've got a 40, 45, 45, 45?
Sold.

I got this little saddle here, can I get 5, 10, 10, a 10?

Can I get a 15?
15, 15, 15,15.

Sold to the man in the back…

ROSA: That it would
come to this.

AUCTIONEER: Three, three?
Four.

Four going four.

Sold to the lovely lady in the red dress.

Got a nice work horse here that
will complement everybody's

farming practices right there.

LAURA: Momma?
Momma, he's selling Joe alone.

AUCTIONEER: Twenty, twenty.

One twenty-five.
Twenty-five!

Twenty-five!
What do you want?

One twenty-five?
LAURA: Oh no.

No, don't split them up.

[somber music]

They've never been apart before,
not even in the pasture.

AUCTIONEER: Sold!
Mr. John Kaser, the buyer.

[music continues]

ROSA: It's time.

Goodbye, Henry.

[sighing]

ROSA: My poor little Roozer,
I have to leave you, too.

WOMAN: We'll take
care of him.

ROSA: He's always
been so faithful.

[music continues]

[wagon creaking]

Can you stop here for a minute?
WILL: Woah.

[somber music continues]

[birds chirping]

Oh, those dear little birds.

Henry always said they sang their best out here.

[birds chirping]

It all happened so fast.

I'll make some notes.

JOHN: I'd appreciate it,
mother.

ROSA: I'll do it
for your father.

JOHN: But it's
our story, mother.

And you're the one who can tell it.

["Blessed Assurance" playing]

ROSA: Your father
did everything for us.

Our home…

Our lives…

["Waiting" by Joe Scott playing]

♪ 'Mid pleasures
and palaces ♪

♪ Though we may roam ♪

♪ Be it ever so humble
there's no place like home ♪

♪ No place like home
No place like home ♪

♪ Be it ever so humble
there's no place like home ♪

ROSA: We had a
wonderful life.

[light music]

John Ise, with Rosie's help, finished the manuscript,

"Sod and Stubble", that told the story

of the Ise Family pioneering on the plains.

Henry Ise passed away in 1900.

Rosie moved to Lawrence, KS

in 1909, where she lived just blocks away

from the University of Kansas.

She died in 1947.