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[Hawk screeches]

[Softly]
A soaring hawk.

What?

Just studying
that hawk up yonder.

Oh, yeah.
Chicken hawk.

What do you suppose
is going on
in his head?

What?

What's he thinking?

He's got a brain
like we have.

Got a heart.

What do you think is
going on in his head

while he's looking
down at us
pitching hay?

Sometimes I wonder
about you, boy.

Me, too.

Suspect that's
the difference
between us.

You're riding the wind,
and me, I'm just...
Riding a hay wagon.

Farming don't give a man
much of a chance

for riding the wind.

But then it ain't
a bad life, farming.

At least you're
your own man.

I know.

Get on!

Mary: John!

-John!
-Whoa.

John!

John!

Pa, I'll be
home directly.

Just come in
on the stage!

-I'd about given up.
-Yeah, me, too.

What's it say?

Wait a minute.

"John Sanderson,
esquire,

"we apologize
for the delay
in acknowledging

"receipt of
the collection
of short poems

"you sent last month
entitled prairie songs.

"Please know it was
not lack of interest

that occasioned
the delay.
On the contrary."

They like them.

That's wonderful.
Go on, John.

"We have discussed
your work in detail

"and would like now
to put forward
a proposition

"which we feel should
interest a young man of
your obvious talents.

"To that end, our
Mr. Frederick Deering

will come to call
on you very soon."

They're going
to buy my poems.

They're going
to buy my poems!

They're going to
publish my poems
in "the pathfinder"!

Oh, I'm going to get paid
for doing what I love
best in all the world.

Second best.

I'm so happy
for you.

Not for me.

For us.

You can live
anywhere you please
if you're a writer,

in Timbuktu
if you want.

I want to
stay here.

So do I. In
our own house.

Yeah. I know just
the place for it.

On the rise, just
above our place.

How'd you know?

I could tell
the first time we
went there together.

With pa's help,
I could build it...

With a corral
and a barn.

And a horse!

Maybe two.
Maybe we could
have a pair!

And a cow?

-How good are you
at milking?
-Very good.

And I can churn
the best butter
you ever tasted.

That'll be a help.

We'll need
a vegetable garden
just like ma's.

Strange what money
does to you.

It makes you
feel grown up
all of a sudden.

It isn't
everything, pa says,

but it sure helps.

You know, we've been
carrying on as if
it was all settled.

I never even
asked you.

Yes, you did.

That was yesterday,

when I was a boy.

I think I'd better
ask you again.

Go ahead.

Mary Ingalls...

I love you very much...

More than anything
in the world.

I want you
to be my wife.

Thank you, John.

Grace:
For what we are
about to receive,

may we be truly
thankful. Amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

The business with
the poetry. How'd
that get started?

Miss Beadle.

She said that John's
poems are too good

to keep hidden away
in a notebook.

You kept it
under your hat,
seems like.

Well, we thought
maybe nothing
would come of it.

Well, maybe
nothing will.

How do you figure
what a poem's worth?

Oh, I don't know.
I think they figure it up

the same way
as they do corn.

Except it don't
go by the bushel.
Ain't that right, John?

Yep. You set it up
on the scale,
weigh it out.

16 poems, 423 lines,

3 1/4 pounds...

Comes to $7.10 exactly.

You're pulling
my leg.

Isaiah: Well, no matter
how you figure it up,
it would be nice to have

a few dollars coming in
on the side.

Won't be on the side.

Hmm?

I'm going to make
a living at it, pa.

What do you mean,
full-time?

You mean you ain't
going to work?

Of course I'll work.

This'll be my work,
writing poems and stories.

Well, don't look
so surprised, Isaiah.

There's nothing so
unusual about that.

What do you mean?
You're going to get
up in the morning,

drink your coffee,
go off to work
with a pencil?

Yep. Then write down
the words and send them
off to the publisher.

And get money
for it regular?

That's what
you hope for.

John, slow down.
You're eating too fast.

I got to hurry, ma.
I got some work.

What work?

Well, get my
poems ready,

maybe sharpen up
a few things.

Get ready for
the man from
"the pathfinder."

Now wait, hold on
here. We got to
talk about this.

You can't make
a living putting
words down on paper!

Well, I'm going
to have to.

Going to have another
mouth to feed
pretty soon.

I just asked Mary
Ingalls to marry me.

And she said she would.

Have you heard
any talk about
the Rasmussens?

Like what?

That they were
selling their place
and moving east.

Hanson said he
heard something
about it.

A man's going
to come and
talk to John

about paying him
for his poems.

That's very good.
I know.

Going to be nice
having a working poet
around walnut grove.

I was just thinking,
if they do sell out,

I'd like to put
a bid on that bay
mare of theirs.

Mr. Frederick
Deering,
his name is.

Whose name?

The man from
"the pathfinder."

Oh. You know,
that mare's got to
be 16 hands high.

Can't be more
than 6 years old.

Going to have to put
that black horse out
to pasture pretty soon.

"Your obedient
servant, Jeremy Hollis,

editor of
the pathfinder."

We're going to save
our money and put it
in the bank.

Very good.

I don't know how much
they'd ask for
the animal, but--

what'd you say?

I said we're going
to save our money.

Well, who's we?

John and I.

For what?

A house. A place
of our own.

Well...

Why not?

Well, I--I don't
know why not.

I just never
thought about it.

I mean, she's only
13 years old.

Charles, how old
were we when we met?

Oh, come on, Caroline.
You know that's different.

We weren't even serious.

[Laughs] We weren't?

Isaiah: You know, Ingalls,
I don't know as I'd pick
you to be a relation.

Maybe I'm going to
get you whether I
want you or not.

Time's on our side.
We aren't going to let
her marry till she's 15.

That's a year
and a half away.

He'll be over
to talk to you
before long.

I'll be ready for him.

You know, I ain't exactly
the world's greatest
authority on poetry.

Seems like most of them
was pretty well off
when they started.

Byron was a lord.
What do you figure
a lord makes?

More than a farmer.

Can't get it
through my head

how a boy can go off
into the world

and make a living
putting words
down on paper.

He's just a pup.
He don't know

half the things
we knew at his age.

Ah, he'll learn.

Maybe. Can't say
nothing to him, though.

Boy's got to make
his own decision.

He ask you for advice,
you give it to him.

He don't, you shut up.

Well, like you say,
we got a year and a half.

He's coming!

He's on
his way!

-He's here!
-Who?

The man from
"the pathfinder."

-How'd you know
it was him?
-I could tell.

He was driving
a livery rig.

He had a store-
bought suit on,

a satchel,
and a necktie!

He's probably
in the house
right now!

Whoo-hoo!

-Watch the team.
-Okay.

We're all very
impressed with your
work, young man.

Thank you, sir.

Imagination is
a gift, you know.

Can't be taught.
Can't be learned.

You obviously
have it.

I hope you're
properly grateful.

Yes, sir,
I am.

John reads
a great deal.

Of course.

Well, tell me,
John...

What do you
want to do
with your life?

Well, sir,
I'd like to
be a writer.

Well, you've made
a very good start.

Do you work
hard at it?

I don't have to, sir.

I don't know just
how it happens.

My mind is just
full of people.

I can lie on my back

and let my mind go,

and things happen.

Words...

And lines of poetry
and stories...

Kind of like music
inside me.

That's why I call my
poems "prairie songs."

The words just come
flying in my head.

Well, you just might
be a writer in time.

You have the talent
and the imagination.

What you need now
is the discipline
to shape it.

It's a fine
beginning. Fine.

But not yet ready
for publishing.

Then...I don't
understand.

Each spring,
we choose
a promising boy

from the farming
community to send
to the university--

seed corn,
a spring sowing

in the hopes that
in a dozen years

we might have
another Sam Clemens,
Cullen Bryant.

We feel that you
are an excellent
prospect, young man.

We're offering
you 4 years at
the university.

Board, room, tuition.

Oh, John!

Oh, John!

Well, this is
the proposal.

I know it's
a big decision.

You'll want to
discuss it with
your parents.

-Yes, sir.
-Now, if you'll
excuse me,

I have a train
to catch.

Oh, yes,
of course!

Now, John, should
you decide not
to accept,

we have another
young man in mind,

and we would appreciate
you letting us know
as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.
I will.

-A real pleasure,
ma'am.
-Well, thank you, sir.

I hope you'll
accept, John.
Bye.

-Bye.
-Good-bye!

Oh, think of it, John!

A 4-year scholarship!

Isaiah, isn't it--

pa?

Pa!

I'm going
to run over
and tell Mary.

Then I'll be
back to give
you a hand.

It's all right.
I can handle it.

What do you mean?
You need me on top
of the load.

Loaded a lot of
hay wagons by myself.

Reckon I can
do it again,

what with you going
off to college.

I'm not going away
until fall.

As long as I'm here,
I'm going to help.

Going to be a poet,
you got no business
pitching hay.

You don't want
me to go.

It's your life.
It's your decision
to make.

You got better
things to do
than chores,

putting words
down on paper.

Now you can do that,
you got no business
farming

or chopping wood
or pitching hay.

Pa, listen to me.

I'm only going away
for a spell.

I'm not leaving you.

I can do my chores
and be part of
the family

and write
my words, too.

We're different, boy.

You and me,
we're different.
It's like...

Like we live on two
different hills with
a big ditch between us.

I mean, you're
doing things

I ain't got
the faintest notion
what they are.

You don't
want me, then.

I want you to be
what you want to be.

I ain't gonna pull
you up on my hill

if you want
to stay on yours.

I can't ever
thank you enough.

I ain't asking
for thanks.

It's not just thanks.

I love my real pa--

I ain't a patch
on your pa.
I ain't--

never mind
what you ain't.

You're all I needed
for a father...

And then some.

I'll be out
in the field.

Ma...

He's hurting or--
or mad or something.

It'll pass.

What did I do wrong?

Most every father
would like his son

to follow in his
footsteps.

You're going
in a different
direction,

and that bothers him.

Well, he didn't
say that.

No.

But it's still
the problem.

He'll get over it.

Now why don't you
go over to
the Ingalls'

and give Mary
the good news?

All right.

But I still feel
like I'm doing
something wrong.

It's the rightest
thing you ever did,

and don't you
ever forget it.

Isaiah'll come to
know that in time.

He'll get over it.

Then go on!

Mary's going to
be as happy for
you as I am!

All right. Thanks.

Charles. Shall
I go inside?

No, no, no.
Go right on with
what you're doing.

-John.
-Morning.

-John, how are you?
-Fine.

Come over for
a little talk,
did you?

Well, no, sir.
I got no time.
Where's Mary?

She's over
at the big oak.

Had a little
studying to do.

Come on in
the house where
we can be alone.

Hey, John?

Hey, don't you want
to have a talk?

How can I tell him
he and Mary have to
wait a year and a half

if he doesn't ask me?

Mary!

-I got great news.
-What is it?

I talked to the man
from "the pathfinder."

-What'd he say?
-I'm going to
the university.

-When?
-This fall.

Only one boy
from the whole
district,

and they picked me!

He says I got
the imagination
and the talent,

and I'm going to
make a writer
someday

like Mark twain
or Robert Burns.

How long will
you be away?

4 years.

[Whispers]
4 years.

I didn't talk
to him for more
than 5 minutes,

and he changed
my whole life.

4 years
at the university.

Everything paid.

I don't even know
what a university
looks like.

Wonderful,
I expect.

It's a great
opportunity.

You'll be gone
a long time.

But I'll be back
in the summer, though,
for two weeks,

maybe 3!

And at Christmas.

Why, we'll see each
other twice a year!

Twice a year.

That's better
than nothing.

We'll have so much
to talk about!

You'll be different.

No, I won't.

You will, too.

Living in Chicago...

Going to
the university.

It'll be like
living on the moon

compared to
walnut grove.

What do you
want me to do?

I want you to go.

You can't turn down
4 years at the university.

It'll be different, John.

And you'll be different,
too, when you come back
at Christmas.

Are you sure you
want me to go?

Of course I do.

When it's done,
we'll both be
glad you did it.

I got to get home.

Sorry I missed supper.

Are you hungry?

Haven't given it
much thought.

Well, I'll fetch
something for you.

Thanks.

There's more
if you want it.

That'll be fine.

Is it Mary?

It'll work.

Takes time, but--

thought my mind
was made up.

Seems like
it ought to be.

You'll ride the wind
one day, John.

Will I?

And Mary?

Well, she'll be here,
waiting for you.

If she's fond enough
of you, she will be.

Oh, you're both
so young.

You've got
so much to do,
so much to learn.

I know.

I know all that.

Knowing doesn't
make it any easier.

What'll I be
when I come back?

Will I be the same?

No.

Neither will she.

She's a girl now.

She'll be
a woman then,

and you'll be a man.

And you'll see
each other with
different eyes.

That's what
I'm afraid of.

I don't want things
to change.

But they do, John.

You can't help it.

Oh, there's a great,
big world out there

waiting for you, John.

Like an enormous house
with a million rooms

all filled
with treasures,

and at the university,
they'll give you
the keys.

What about Mary?

She's a very
bright girl.

No telling what
she might do

if she sets
her mind to it.

But if I go away...

I--I'll lose her.

Maybe.

Things won't be
the same again.

Things never
are the same.

Don't fret
about it, John.

Good night.

Good night.

John, breakfast
is ready!

Put it on the table.
Be careful.

Sit down.
Breakfast
is all ready.

I got something
to say.

I, uh, done my thinking
and made my decision.

I'm not going
to take it.

Grace:
Oh, John!

John: My mind's made up.

I thought about it
all last night.

I'm going to stay here
and farm with Isaiah.

I could spend
4 years at
the university

and not become
a writer after all.

Nobody's promising
anything.

You don't need
promises.

All you want
is an opportunity!

I got an opportunity
here.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing,

-what you're giving up?
-I think so.

You haven't
the faintest
notion, John!

They're offering
you the world!

My world's right here.

I made my decision.

Now I'm going
to go haying.

Never mind about
the haying. I'll
take care of that.

You go get your gal.
There's something
I want to show you.

She's probably
left for school.

Well, go on!
Get her. I'll meet
you up on the rise.

Isaiah!

Isaiah, you can't
let it go like this!

What are you
talking about?
You heard the boy.

His mind's made up!
He made a man's
decision.

A man's decision?
A boy made it!

[Dog barks]

Charles.

-Yeah, darling.
-Here he comes.

It's about time.

[Chickens cluck]

-Hi, Mr. Ingalls.
-John, how you doing?

Mr. Ingalls,
I got to--

now just take it
easy. I understand
how you feel.

We can talk this
over like a couple
of grown men.

Is she here?

No, no. She went
off to school about
5 minutes ago.

Excuse us.
Why don't we go in--

well, I'll
catch up
to her.

John!

John, don't you
think we ought
to have that talk?

John:
Mary!

Pa says he has to
show us something.

I got to
go to school.

Come on!

He said it's
important.

Ha ha! Hey, come on,
you two. Come on!

You can see it
real good from
right down here.

Come on! Come on!

You're going
to be a man
of property, boy.

Come on. No sorry
house for you, gal,
when the time comes.

Been saving this.

I been hoping.

Never let on,
but I been hoping.

There's 30 acres
down there.

There ain't a better
piece of bottom land

in this whole state
than that one!

Ain't been turned yet,
but we can do that.

We can do that
together.

Sow a crop of
winter wheat.

We'll borrow
your pa's team.

We'll turn that sod
on its ear! Ha ha.

Oh, you're not going
to make much of a crop
the first year.

But the next year--
the next year
you watch out!

We'll work it together,
you and me.

You see, what happens
is you make a crop.

You got money
in the bank.

Then when
the time comes,
you can move

that gal of yours
into a real house.

Right over here.

Put it--put it
right there.

It faces out
on your field, see?

That way you can
sit up here

and look out
on your land.
The thing you do--

the thing you do
is you build
a big old porch

right here across
the front, see?

Oh, you got to
have a chimney

and some shingles
on the roof,

and a plank floor
and some glass
windows.

Ooh! Something else
I wanted to show you.
Here. Look at here.

Here you go.
Feel that.

There.

You know what
that means?

That means there's
water down there.

I'll bet it ain't
10, 15 feet
under the ground!

You know what
that means, gal?

That means
we can put a well

just 10 feet from
your back door!

Then we'll have a barn.
Have a barn right
yonder there.

Big old barn, and
a corral for some stock.

And a garden.
Garden here.

And a whole lot
of flowers! Ha.

I'll tell you what.

You make a crop,

you got money
in the bank!

When can we
start building?

Oh, well, uh...
Tomorrow.

-Tomorrow!
-Right. I already
talked to Hanson

about getting
the first jag of lumber.

I didn't want to
say nothing, you know,

until you made up
your mind.

But she's here.
She's all yours.

You can go to work
on her tomorrow.

Carrie.

Thank you.

More soup?

I'm not hungry.

Anything wrong,
Mary?

Not exactly.

-It's just that--
-hush up, Laura.

Hush up,
Laura!

Is there something
I should know about, or...

Pa, I just don't
feel like eating.
That's all.

Sorry.
I just thought--

Charles, have
some more stew.

Oh. Thank you.

[Knock on door]

I'll get it.

-Ah, John.
Come on in.
-Evening, Mr. Ingalls.

Mary's just about
through supper.

Um, I'd just as soon
talk to you now,
if you don't mind.

Sure. Come in.

Could we talk outside?
It's kind of private.

Yeah. We'll be
right back.

Mr. Ingalls...

[Breathes heavily]

I, uh...

Well...

Take a deep
breath, boy,

and swallow hard
and say it.

I love your
daughter, sir.

So do I.

But I want
to marry her!

I'll be
a good husband.

I'll take care
of her and...

Well...

That's about
it, sir.

I've said my piece.

And I think you
said it very well.

I'd be happy to have
you as a member
of the family.

Thank you, sir.

Now, why don't you
sit down before
you fall down?

You know, John,
we have another
question here,

and it's a pretty
important one.

Yes, sir?

It's something
that's...

Going to have a big
effect on you
and Mary both.

You made a decision
not too long ago.

Yeah. I, uh...

I've made up my mind
about that, sir.

Your mind's made up
right now,

but what about
a few years from now?

You're giving up
a chance for
a good education.

It's a chance
you're not going
to have again.

Once you're married,
that's all going
to be in the past.

You're sure?

Yes, sir.

I'm sure.

I've made my decision.

All right, a year
and a half from now
when Mary's 15,

she's yours.

A year and a half, sir?

That's an awful
long time.

You and my daughter
are going to spend

the rest of your
lives together.

That's a long time.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you so much.

What do you expect
he'll say?

"Sir...

I've come to ask you
on bended knee--"

Mary: Laura,
will you hush up?

Mary, your pa knows
how he feels.

He's been through
the same thing
as John Jr.

[Door opens]

I hope my stew
didn't get cold.

Oh, you're engaged.

-Oh, pa!
-[Laughs]

Thank you.

-Where's John?
-Well, it's dark,
I sent him home.

You're just
engaged, you know?

Guess who.

Uh...jenny Lynn.

-Lillie Langtry?
-[Laughs]

No. Don't look
so disappointed.

I brought you some
cornbread and buttermilk.

Thanks.

I can't believe
you're doing it.

Well, I wasn't much
of a carpenter at first.

But I'm learning.

What's this?

Robert Burns. Miss
Beadle thought you might
want to look at it.

-No?
-I'm not interested.

It's got "highland Mary"
and "sweet Afton."

I told you I'm
not interested.

Just take it back
and tell her thanks.

I don't want
to look at it.

She has some others.

I've got no
time for books.
I'm building a house.

Isn't that enough?

Mary.

I am through with writing.

I'm through with poetry,
I'm through with books.

The sooner we get
that settled, the
better off we'll be.

I'm sorry.

I guess I'll be
going home now.

Ma's doing some
canning, and I
told her I'd help.

Did you look
at this?

No.

Robert Burns.

"Oh, Mary,
at thy window be!

"It is the wished,
the trysted hour.

Those smiles
and glances--"

grace!

I'm sorry.

I don't want to
hear poetry.

Why not?

Do I have to
have a reason?

Hello, darling.

Evening, Isaiah.

Hey, John, I was
talking to Ingalls.

He's going to
lend us that team.

Means we can start
busting that field
by tomorrow.

I figure the house
can wait, but
the crops can't.

Got to get them in
before it rains.

Of course, I don't
mean to make no
decisions for you.

I know.

What you're
doing here,

you don't agree
with me, all you
got to do is--

what's eating
you, John?

Nothing.

I'll take this back
to Miss Beadle.

Tell her thanks.

There's another one
on my desk you can have,

if you want it.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

Oh, don't fret about
him. He's put in a
big day. He's tired.

He's empty.

What do you mean?

Something's gone
out of him.

Isaiah, you're
the one that told me

not long ago that
you and the boy
are different.

You forgetting that?

He's growing up.
He's coming into manhood.

A lot of things on
his mind, that's all.

He'll be all right.

I hope so.

I wonder,
though...

What?

He used to smile.

Kind of late,
isn't it?

I know.
I'm not sleepy.

John's poems.

He gave them to grace,
but she thought
I'd like to read them.

"Meadowlark."

"Winter kill."

"Charlie's fiddle"?

That's about pa.

How does he do it?

How does he put
into words

exactly what I hear

and feel when I hear
your pa play?

Ever ask him?

We don't talk much
about poetry.

Other things
on his mind, hmm?

He's awful busy.

Hmm.

That's what happens
when you fall in love
and get married.

You enter
a whole new world,

and you leave
the old one behind.

That happen to you?

Sure. Happens
to everybody.

What kind of a world
did you leave behind?

Can't remember.

Oh, if I think back
to the time

before I met and
married your pa...

It's like I...

Don't even know
that girl.

The things she
wanted to do...

Places she wanted
to go.

The person she
wanted to be.

Things change so.

You get married...

And you have one another
to look out for...

House to build...

Crops to grow...

Children to raise,

feed, and clothe.

Bills to pay.

And that'll happen
to us, too?

But you'll be glad

for all of it.

You leave one
world behind,

and you go on
to the new...

And you forget
the dreams you had

before it
all happened.

Will John forget
his poetry?

Well...

Your pa still
plays his fiddle,
doesn't he?

Don't fret about it.

It happens to
all of us, Mary.

Good night.

Good night.

Got a lot to do,
but it's coming.

Going to have a nice
field down there,
you and John.

What you're going
to have to do next,

you're going to have to
figure out what kind
of door you want.

Solid from top
to bottom,

or we can put in
one of them
divided ones

where you get air
through the top

and keep the varmints
out with the bottom.

I loved it.

I'd fall asleep
thinking about it,

then I'd dream
about it...

A green field
down there...

New wheat coming up
in the spring...

Wildflowers.

It was a wonderful
dream.

Dream?

That's what
it was, a dream.

Barn over there...

And a chicken house.

Our own well.

This ain't a dream!
It's real!

Be ready to move into
before you know it.

No, I won't.

What are you
talking about?

I don't know
how to start.

What's the
matter, Mary?

You know what's wrong,
Mr. Edwards,

just as well as I do.

What we're doing
here is wrong.

What we decided back
in the beginning
was wrong.

Wrong? There's nothing
wrong about it!

I mean, look at
him down there.

He'll have that field
busted by sundown
tomorrow.

You got yourself
a good farmer
down there.

He's doing it
all for you.

That's what's
wrong about it.

He's doing it
for me and for you,

not for himself.

He isn't a farmer.

He wasn't born
to be a farmer.

He was born for this.

He was born to books

and words,

and the music he can
make with them.

And we're taking them
away from him.

Now, Mary, girl,
you don't want to--

it's true!
You know it's true.

We can't hold him
like a meadowlark
in a cage!

He'll stay if
we ask him to,

with the life
gone out of him

and the music.

I want him, more
than you do, maybe,

but not that way.

I don't think
you do, either.

Do you?

[Bell chiming]

John, here's
some sandwiches
and some cake.

I made them
last night.

Thank you,
Mrs. Ingalls.

Keep your hand
on your
pocketbook.

Isaiah, you've
already told him
that 20 times.

22.

Don't worry,
I will.

Thanks.

Ain't no reason
to thank me.

Debt's on my side.

We'll be thinking
about you.

All the time.

Good luck,
John.

Thank you,
Mr. Ingalls.

I'll be back
for Christmas.

It won't be
so long.

You'll write?

Every day.

I'll write, too.

I want to know
all about you.

And your studies.

[Cries]

Aboard!

I love you.

All aboard!

I love you!

Here, John.

Take care!

-Good-bye, John!
-Bye, John!

-Bye, John!
-Bye, John!

Take care!

[Whistle blows]

[Bell ringing]