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(SINGING) Old Yeller, Old Yeller

Old Yeller

Here, Yeller

Come back, Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Old Yeller was a mongrel

An ugly lop-eared mongrel

Fancy-free without a family tree

(DOG BARKING)

But he could up and do it

And prove there's nothin' to it

And that's how a good dog should be

Here, Yeller (WHISTLING)

Come back, Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Old Yeller was a hunter

A rarin', tearin' hunter

In any chase he knew just how to run

(DOG BARKING)

And when he hunted trouble

He always found it double

And that's when Old Yeller had fun

Here, Yeller (WHISTLING)

Come back, Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Best doggone dog in the West

Old Yeller was a fighter A rootin', tootin' fighter

In any scrap he knew just what to do

Knew what to do

A rough and ready feller

Although his coat was yeller

His bold Texas heart was true blue

True blue

Here, Yeller (WHISTLING)

Come back, Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Here, Yeller

Come back, Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Best doggone dog

In the west

- What's Pop gonna sell our steers for? - For money, of course.

- What's money? - It's what you buy things with.

What do you mean by "buy things"?

Well, if you got money, you give it to people for stuff.

They say you can get anything for money.

Anything? What's it look like?

Well, I never seen but one piece,

a dollar bill Papa had. It's paper.

- What'd Papa get with this dollar? - Nothin'. It wasn't no good.

But you just said you could get anything with money.

Well, ya can. But Papa's was Confederate.

- What's Confederate money? - Confederate money?

Well, it's...

- Well? - Don't you ever run outta questions?

I wish you didn't have to go.

Right now I feel sorta the same way, but...

I put 100 head of our steers in that pool herd

and in Kansas, we can get, maybe, $4, $5 a head for 'em.

- Cash money, too. - I know, but...

Ain't nothin' to be sad about, Katie girl.

When you think on it, we're lucky.

There's us and the young 'uns, good land,

plenty of water, game for the killin'.

Cash money is all we need to get a tight tail-hold on the world.

Will you really be gone three months?

All of three months, maybe four.

Now, honey, it ain't nothin' to cry about.

It's just that we've never been separated before.

You know what I'm gonna do when I sell them steers?

What?

I'm gonna get you a store-bought dress.

The first one you've had since we come to Texas.

Let's see.

Is this about the right size?

Papa! I aim to go with ya!

You better stay here and take care of your mama.

Aw, gee, Papa.

But I wanna go. I tell ya, I wanna go!

- I wanna go! Wanna go! - Arliss.

- You ride a piece with me, Travis. - All right, Papa.

I wanna go! (GRUNTS) But I wanna go!

I can ride them old cows same as you.

You can't go on no cow drive, boy. Them Injuns would scalp you for sure.

- You think so, Papa? - I'm certain.

Good-bye, Katie.

Good-bye, Jim dear.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Well, son, while I'm gone, you'll be the man of the house.

Yes, sir.

There'll be the pigs to mark, fresh meat to shoot.

And mainly, there's the corn patch.

If you don't work it right, we'll be without bread this winter.

It's sure enough a man-sized job.

Think you can handle Old Jumper when he's hooked to a plow?

I'll handle him, or I'll bust his jawbone with a club.

(CHUCKLES) Well, all right, boy. I'll see you this fall.

- Papa, you ain't forgettin' the horse? - What horse?

Now, Papa, you know I've been achin' all over for a horse to ride.

I told you time and again.

Well, what you're needin' worse than a horse is a good dog.

Yes, sir, but what I'm wantin' worst is a good horse.

All right, boy. You act a man's part, and I'll bring you a man's horse.

Wanna shake on it?

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Whoa.

- (DOG BARKING) - Whoa.

(BARKING CONTINUES)

Whoa!

(BARKING CONTINUES)

Whoa, Jumper! Whoa!

(BARKING)

Whoa! Whoa, Jumper!

TRAVIS: Get away from that mule!

(BARKING CONTINUES)

Let that mule alone!

(SIGHS) Papa ain't gone a full day and look what a mess.

- It's not your fault, son. - Maybe not, but...

(BARKS)

Get, you crazy fool dog! Get!

I know one thing.

That old dog better not come around here while I got me a gun in my hands.

- Who busted down the fence? - KATIE: Where have you been?

Bear huntin'. Who busted the fence down?

- Danged old stray dog. - Dog? Where is he?

You won't ever see him. I done rocked him clean off this place.

But I need me a good huntin' dog.

Arliss, go wash up before supper's all cold.

- Aw, Mama. - Go on!

- What do you got in that pocket? - Nothin'.

- Let's see what you got this time. - Aw, Mama.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, Arliss! How can you even touch those ugly things?

They aren't ugly.

Look it here at his belly, how soft and smooth and pretty it is.

I know. Everything you catch is pretty. But take him outta here.

You can't keep him in the house.

You mean I gotta throw him away?

And everything else you got in those pockets.

- My frog, too? - (CROAKING)

Arliss, what all have you got in those pockets?

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

Aw, Mama, it's just a little old garter snake.

I don't care. Get it out of here!

Arliss, if you don't stop catchin' things and bringin' 'em into the house,

I'm gonna switch you good.

And don't you ever, ever pick up a snake again.

- Ya understand? - Yes'm.

Now, go out there and wash up for supper.

TRAVIS: Little old garter snake ain't harmful.

If he'll pick up one kind of snake, he'll pick up another.

Next time it could be a rattler.

I wish he did have a good dog, like Old Bell.

When you were little, Old Bell wouldn't let you near anything harmful.

Ain't another dog in this world like Old Bell was.

Sure would've made short work of that old, yeller stray.

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

(ROOSTER CROWING)

- Mama. - (SIGHS)

I was just thinkin'.

About your papa. I guess he's eaten his breakfast by now.

Probably wanted to get an early start.

I wonder how far they got yesterday.

Oh, I don't know. Papa says 15 mile a day

is a long haul for a trail herd.

I guess he made about 10 mile.

Mush is about ready. If you want middling meat with it,

better go out and cut some down.

All right.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Mama, what happened to the middling meat?

Why, you no-account, thievin' rascal!

- Get outta here! - (BARKS)

(DOOR OPENING)

A dog!

All right!

You hit my dog and I'll wear you to a frazzle.

KATIE: Travis, Arliss, whatcha doin' out there?

- ARLISS: Let go of my stick! - Arliss! Arliss.

Don't you dare hit your brother.

He was tryin' to kill my dog.

He's not your dog, and I never even touched him.

Where on earth did he come from?

He's that same stray dog that wrecked the fence.

Stole that big side of middling meat there too!

He's my dog. Ain't nobody gonna try to hurt him.

Well.

Looks like we've got us a dog.

Mama, you don't mean we're gonna keep that old, ugly yeller dog

after what he done?

He isn't a ugly yeller dog. He's a pretty yeller dog.

Come on now.

- (BARKING) - Come on.

(CHATTERING)

Why not let Arliss claim him?

And have him stampedin' Jumper again?

You could break him of that.

He's a thief, Mama! He'll steal us blind.

Most creatures will steal when they're hungry enough.

All right, but I still don't want him!

Now, Travis, you're not bein' fair.

You had a dog when you were little, and Arliss has never had one.

He's too little for you to play with. He gets lonely.

(BARKING)

After breakfast, you can take to the woods and get us a deer.

And, Travis, do some thinkin' on what I said

about Arliss and that old, yeller dog.

Come on, boy.

(CHIRPING)

(FLUTTERING)

Jumper, you jug head!

A bunch of bobwhites, and you act like you ain't got the brains

of a blind goose in a hail storm.

(RUSTLING)

(SQUIRREL CHITTERING)

(CHUCKLES)

(CHITTERING CONTINUES)

Arliss, get that dirty, old dog outta our drinkin' water!

Aw, mind your own business!

- Get outta there! - (BARKING)

You quit rockin' my dog!

- Quit chuckin' them rocks at me! - (BARKING)

Ow!

Stop it, Arliss! Stop it!

You rock my dog again

- and I'll bust your head open! - KATIE: Arliss!

Arliss!

Travis, what are you doin' to your little brother?

Him and that dirty, old, yeller dog were wallowing in our drinkin' water.

ARLISS: He was rockin' my dog!

Look here, young rooster. If you wanna keep outta trouble,

you start minding your big brother.

- You mean I gotta mind him? - Mmm-hmm.

He ain't my papa.

You start mindin' him just the same.

Now go inside and take off those wet clothes.

What I oughta do is get me a sprout and give him one good thrashing.

Take it easy, son. He's only a little boy.

Papa wouldn't want that old dog in our drinkin' water.

Papa wouldn't have started a rock fight with Arliss either.

I never started no rock fight. He... (PANTING)

Arliss rocks me. Mama blesses me out.

And you. You get off scot-free.

What I oughta do is run you clean off this place.

You touch a bite of this meat,

and come mornin' I'm gonna shoot you right between the eyes.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

(GROANS)

I'll be dogged.

Mama? Did you feed that old dog anything?

Well, no, I forgot to. Been so long since we had a dog.

Well, he's sure gone and rustled up some grub somewhere.

He ain't touched a bite of that venison.

You might know he'd be too smart for that.

You could've put it on the ground and he wouldn't have touched it.

You better get dressed if you want an early start cuttin' fence posts.

Yes'm.

(BARKING)

(BARKING)

Come on, Yeller boy, get him!

Get him, Yeller! There he is!

There he goes, over there!

Missed him!

That's got him! Good for you, boy!

Mama! Mama, look at the fish that I caught! Ain't he a whopper?

Oh, Arliss! You're all wet and muddy again.

- But, Mama, I had to. - Had to?

Had to dive way down deep under to catch this fish.

He was way down deep under where there was this cave

and it was real dark and muddy.

And there's about a million other fish and they all tried to eat me.

And I had to throw rocks at 'em.

And then there's these two big snakes and...

Sounds like that cottontail you roped this mornin'.

But I did rope him, didn't I, Mama?

He came runnin' by, and I roped him right by the ears.

Well, you certainly brought home a rabbit, and now this big catfish.

You're gettin' to be as good a hunter as Travis.

Here, Mama.

Come on, Yeller! Come on, boy!

- (BARKING) - Yeah!

Mama, you know them is just big windies Arliss is tellin'.

Now, Travis, let him tell his stories the way he wants to.

But, Mama, I just seen that old, yeller dog catch this fish.

Arliss is just a little boy with a big imagination.

Won't hurt him to let him use it.

(SCOFFS) We keep that old, yeller dog much longer

and it's gonna make Arliss the biggest liar in Texas!

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

Here, boy, come and get some bread.

Here.

Come on.

A little closer.

Come on. I'll give you some more bread.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

- (LOW GROWL) - Come on.

(LOUD WAILING)

- (WAILING) - What's that?

- Come on, boy. - (WAILING CONTINUES)

Arliss, turn it loose!

- (LOUD GROWL) - Arliss, watch out!

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

TRAVIS: Turn it loose!

(BARKING)

- (BARKING) - (GROWLING)

Go on, ya old fool, before she kills ya.

(BARKING)

Oh. (PANTING)

(CRYING)

Oh, you crazy, wonderful dog!

He acts like it's a great big romp, doesn't he, Travis?

Crazy as a bull bat.

But he's a heap more dog than I ever had him figured for.

(WHINING)

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

Just listen to those songbirds this mornin'...

Singin' their heads off.

(SIGHS)

It's like the year your Papa and I settled here.

We meant to build over at the Salt Licks settlement

where it would've been safer from the Indians, but...

That last day, we camped by the spring.

And the bee myrtle was in blossom

and full of singin' birds, like now.

And it was all so pretty, I just couldn't go on.

And I said to your Papa, "Jim, this is it.

"This is home."

Hello, the house!

It's Bud Searcy and Lisbeth, too.

You might know he'd land right at mealtime.

Howdy, Miss Coates. Howdy do? Howdy, boy. How's everybody?

- Hello, Mr. Searcy. - Slide down, child.

Hello, Lisbeth.

Just dropped over to see if there's anything I could do.

Travis, take this pony to the corn crib and strip the saddle gear off him.

- TRAVIS: Yes, Mr. Searcy. - Might feed him a bit of corn

while you're at it, boy.

Won't you come and set a while?

Well, I believe I will shade up for a spell, Miss Coates.

Come on, Lisbeth. Hot, ain't it?

We don't get some rain pretty soon, this country's gonna burn up bad.

Corn crop ain't gonna be worth nothin' more than a whirlwind nubbins.

Some folks'll be scrapin' the bottom of their meal barrels come wintertime.

This here's hanged too long.

Lisbeth, honey, run down to the spring

and fetch your poor old pappy a bucket of fresh water.

I'll tell you, Miss Coates... (SIGHS)

It's a heavy responsibility ridin' herd on the settlement

while the menfolks is gone.

Wears a man right down to a frazzle.

But I ain't complainin', though.

I was chose for this job and I'll get her done.

I, uh, kinda figured to head up that cow drive to Kansas myself.

But when man after man called me all spoke private like...

Beggin' me to stay behind,

look after you womenfolks and the young ones, I seen my duty.

Knowed I was bein' called on for a bigger job.

Jim said you were gonna protect us all.

Mighty lucky thing I done it, too. Know what happened the other day?

That fool kid of Jed Simpson's

shot at a bunch of javelina hogs and wounded one of 'em.

Set it too squealin'. Ha! Be dogged that the rest of them didn't tree that boy.

Kept him up there too till I happened along and seed what a pickle he was in.

Of course I couldn't chase them pesky javelinas off.

But I did go tell that boy's Mama where he was, so she could rest easy

till the varmints left out and give him a chance to climb down.

Yep. Lookin' out after you womenfolks

and the young ones sure keeps a man a-hoppin' around.

Biggest bother I've had, though, lately

is the thievin' what's been goin' on at Salt Licks.

(CHUCKLES)

Meat stole out of smoke houses. Hen's nests gettin' robbed.

- Mama, I'm hung... - Hush, baby. Mr. Searcy's talkin'.

Womenfolks losin' bread what they set out in their windows to cool.

- Sounds like some varmint. - There ain't no varmint that clever, boy.

Mama, I'm hungry.

- When we gonna ea... - Arliss.

I told you, don't butt in. Mr. Searcy's talkin'.

(CHUCKLES) That's all right, Miss Coates.

Ain't nothin' like a little old boy to know when it's time to eat.

Well, I guess it is gettin' on toward dinnertime.

Travis, will you go down to the corn patch and pick us some roastin' ears?

Now, just a minute, Miss Coates. That boy need help to tote all that corn.

Yes, sir.

(CHUCKLES) Lisbeth, go along with Travis.

Be sure you pick out ears what is sweet and juicy.

Why, coons been in this corn! Them thievin' rascals!

You'll have to take to doggin' 'em overnight.

I got me just the dog for it.

Old Yeller will wipe up the ground with them pesky varmints.

You think he can't do it?

Oh, no. It... It ain't that. Uh...

Well, I didn't wanna tell you at the house, but...

It was him what done it.

What done what?

What stole all them eggs and bread and meat and stuff.

You mean Old Yeller?

I seen him suck a batch of eggs.

Seen him swipe a pan of Grandma's corn bread too.

- But I ain't gonna tell. - I bet you do.

No, I won't.

Wasn't goin' to even before I knowed he was your dog.

How come?

Because Miss Priss is gonna have pups.

Your dog'll be their papa.

And I wouldn't want him to get shot for stealin'.

Just an old arrowhead I picked up.

Comanche, Papa said.

Well, you can have it.

I won't never, never tell.

When you git right down to hogs, just about the best eatin' there is alive.

And I reckon just about the meanest critter alive go after his meat.

Cut you 14 different ways before you can get fixed to rot.

They scare me to death.

Always dread the time when Jim comes to do the markin'.

Yep, hogs is bad, mighty bad. I had me an uncle once down in east Texas,

tangled a bad hog, he did. Got cut all to pieces.

Kill him?

Kill him? Why, it killed him deader than a doornail.

Mr. Searcy, I roped me a rabbit once.

Arliss, be quiet. Mr. Searcy's talkin'.

Well, I did. A mean old bitin' one.

(LAUGHING)

Well now, boy, that's really doin' some ropin'. (CHUCKLING)

You know, speakin' of ropin', I always done my hog work from up a tree.

Heap safer that way.

How can you work hogs from a tree?

Why, it's strict as a whistle, boy.

Pick you out a tree with a low hanging limb, but still out of hog reach.

Get your dog to rally them hogs around the tree.

Reach down your loop, pull up your pig and go to work on him.

By golly! That sounds like it might work.

Work? Why, of course it works!

Them old hogs can fuss and charge around all they please, but up a tree

you're as safe as at home in bed.

Travis, boy, you go fetch my pony, and we'll be pullin' out for home.

I've got a powerful lot to do before supper time.

(LOUD SIGH)

It was right neighborly like of you to feed us, Miss Coates.

Now, don't you fret yourself at all while your man's gone.

We'll be lookin' in on you again before you know it. Bye, boy. Bye, Miss Coates.

TRAVIS: Bye, Lisbeth.

Bye.

No wonder they don't want him on no cow drive.

By the time he finished eatin' and visitin' with everyone this side of Abilene,

them cows would be dead of old age.

Mama, Lisbeth says it's Old Yeller

what's been doin' all that stealin' out in Salt Licks.

Claimed she catched him at it.

Why, the old rogue. We'll have to break him of that,

or else everyone in Salt Licks'll be mad at us.

Somebody'll shoot him! Yeller!

- (CHICKENS CLUCKING) - Come here!

You old rascal. You been stealin'!

Maybe we better take to pennin' him overnight.

I reckon we won't have to bother for a while.

Listen! I'm gonna keep you so dang busted busy

you won't have time to go off prowlin'!

TRAVIS: No, you don't!

We're stayin' right here and keepin' them coons run out, you hear?

Look at all them stars, Yeller.

Bushels of 'em.

I wonder if maybe Papa's lying out there

on the trail somewhere, lookin' at 'em, too.

I wish I was with him,

way off yonder,

up in Kansas...

Seein' all that...

Big...

Country.

(GROWLING)

(BARKING)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

- Get 'em, Yeller! - (BARKING CONTINUES)

Get 'em, Yeller! Wipe up the ground with 'em!

(RACCOONS SCREECHING)

(COWS MOOING)

Yeller sure has been givin' them coons the mortal fits.

- You tired, son? - (YAWNING) No, ma'am.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Where's Old Rose?

KATIE: She didn't come up last night.

I figured she hid out somewhere and had her calf.

I guess I better go hunt her up.

Come on, Yeller.

Remember now, if she's had her calf, she'll be on the fight.

- (COW MOOING) - Come on, Yeller!

(BARKING)

Quiet, Yeller! Don't rile her!

- (BARKING) - (MOOING)

- That's gettin' her, boy! - (BARKING)

Get her, Yeller! Bust her again!

Try it again, sister, and Old Yeller'll bust you wide open.

- All right, Yeller, get her home. - (BARKING)

(BELLOWING)

All right, old sister, you take it easy.

I aim to milk you if I have to break every bone in your body.

So now, Rose, you know as well as I we're not gonna hurt ya.

Now, Rose, you take it easy.

You ain't got a chance, sister.

You're done milked and you don't know it.

(SIGHS)

I know what!

Here, Yeller.

Son, you bring that dog in here and Rose will go crazy.

All right, Yeller, hold her there.

Well, if that don't beat all. I never saw such a dog.

And you won't never see another one like him.

Hello, the house!

I thought maybe it was Papa.

Mornin', ma'am. I'm Burn Sanderson from down near San 'Tone.

Runnin' me a few head of cattle over on Devil's Creek.

Yes, Mr. Sanderson?

Bud Searcy told me about an old, stray dog you had.

Sounded like it might be the one I lost.

You mean a... Big, yeller dog?

That's him all right.

The worst egg-sucker and camp-robber you ever laid eyes on.

Steal you blind while you're watchin'.

But there never was a better cow dog born, or a hog dog either.

Travis, go call Old Yeller to the house.

- But, Mama... - Travis!

Yes, Mama.

Won't you get down, Mr. Sanderson?

Thank you, ma'am.

TRAVIS: Arliss.

- What do you want? - Bring Old Yeller to the house.

- What's the matter? - You'll find out.

Ma'am, you and the boys don't have much protection out here.

Bad as I need that old dog, I could give you a loan of him

till your man comes home.

(SIGHS) No, Mr. Sanderson.

If he's your dog, better take him now.

Well, maybe you're right, ma'am.

BURN: Come on, boy.

- (WHINING, PANTING) - Why, you prowlin' old rascal.

(LAUGHS) Come on, boy.

(BARKING)

Well, good-bye, ma'am. I'm sure much obliged.

(WHIMPERING)

Come on, Yeller.

That's my dog! You can't take my dog!

(WHINNYING)

You can't take my dog! You can't take my dog!

- Whoa, boy! - You can't take my dog!

(GRUNTS, DISGUSTED SIGH)

Arliss, aren't you ashamed, throwin' rocks at that man?

I'll bust him with another if he takes my dog off!

Arliss!

(LAUGHING)

Maybe he's right, ma'am.

Man comes to take my dog off, I'd throw a fit too.

Let me talk to this boy a minute.

Well, boy?

Go on, Arliss.

Go on.

Whatcha got in that pocket?

Come on. Let's take a look.

Why, ain't he a jim-dandy.

- Finest lookin' horned toad I ever seen. - What about my dog?

You mean you really want that thievin', old, yeller dog?

I sure do.

Well, then maybe we can do some swappin'.

I've been wantin' mighty bad to get me a big horned toad like you got there.

You mean you'd swap me Old Yeller for this here horny toad?

Well, now, that's a fine horny toad, and I want him bad.

But on the other hand, he ain't hardly as big as a dog.

- Seems like I oughta get a little to boot. - Like what?

Well, I'll tell you how it is.

I've been in that cow camp starvin' on my own cookin' so long,

I don't hardly throw a shadow no more.

Now, if you could talk your mama

into feedin' me one, big woman-cooked meal,

why, I figure it and that horned toad would be worth

at least a lop-eared Yeller dog, don't you?

Well, I guess so.

Will you feed him, Mama?

Of course I will.

All right, I'll swap ya.

BURN: Here, boy!

He's all yours, boy.

Come on, Yeller. Come on, boy.

Hey. What about my toad?

Come on, boy.

Come on.

(BARKING)

(ALL LAUGH)

I haven't ate like this...

Since the time I splurged on a big feed at the Menger Hotel in San 'Tone.

Well, I'm happy you enjoyed it, Mr. Sanderson.

Well, ma'am, I guess I better be gettin' back to camp.

Come with me, boy, while I get my horse settled.

Yes, sir.

When Mr. Coates gets back, I want you to come and see us.

I want him to meet ya.

That's mighty nice of ya, ma'am. Thank you.

Good-bye, boy. Take good care of that old, yeller dog.

Yes, sir. And you take care of my horny toad.

I will. Bye, ma'am.

Good-bye.

Didn't tell your Mama this. Didn't want to fret her.

But there's a plague of hydrophobia in these parts.

Hydrophobia? You sure?

I've done shot two wolves, a fox and a skunk that had it.

I wanted to warn you not to take any chances.

Well, I don't know if I could tell if a critter's got the sickness.

You can't hardly tell at first.

Not until they get to the point of slobberin' and staggerin' around.

You see a critter in that fix, you know for sure.

But you wanna watch for others that ain't that far along.

Now you take a bobcat and a fox...

You know they'll run if they get the chance.

But when one don't run, or maybe makes fight at you,

why, you shoot him and quick.

After he's bitten you, it's too late.

You done with your hog markin' for this year?

No. I'm aimin' to start tomorrow.

You watch them hogs same as everything.

I know your papa left you in charge of things while he's gone.

And I figure you're man enough to handle the job.

Don't scare you, does it, boy?

No, sir.

(CHUCKLES) Well, yes, sir,

it scares me a little bit, but I'll sure do like you told me.

That's a way a man talks, son.

Hog tracks, Yeller! Get 'em, boy!

(SNORTING)

(BARKING)

(HOG SNORTING)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

- (BARKING CONTINUES) - Hold 'em, boy!

(HOGS SQUEALING)

(OLD YELLER SNARLING)

All right, Yeller. Fetch 'em right under here.

(HOGS SQUEALING)

(SNARLING)

(SQUEALING)

(SQUEALING)

Over bit the right ear. Under slope the left.

All right, pig, now you're wearin' the Coates' mark.

Easy.

(SQUEALS)

Whoa-ooo!

(WILD SQUEALING)

Yeller! Yeller!

(YELLER SNARLING)

- (YELLER SNARLING) - (SQUEALING)

(SNARLING STOPS)

Yeller.

Yeller!

Oh, Yeller.

Oh, Yeller. You're all cut to pieces.

(CRYING) You're gonna be all right, ya hear?

I'll get Mama. Mama'll fix you up for sure.

Come on, boy. Gonna put you in here.

Come on, Yeller. Want them hogs to come back and get ya?

(WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTING)

You gotta stay here till I get back.

(WHIMPERING)

(WHIMPERING CONTINUES)

I mean it, boy. I'm comin' back.

I promise.

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANING)

Come on now.

I'll help you to bed.

Mama, we gotta go back after Old Yeller.

You're not goin' any place until that leg gets well. I've doctored hog cuts before.

This one of yours could be as dangerous as a rattlesnake bite.

Mama, you don't understand. I promised Old Yeller, and I'm goin'!

Travis!

- Travis! - I aim to go after Old Yeller.

He'll die without help!

All right, then. We'll all go.

(SCREECHING)

Mama, them buzzards ain't got him!

(WHIMPERING)

What's a matter with Yeller, Mama? Who stopped him up in this hole?

We've come to get him out, baby.

But first, I wonder if you'd do somethin' for me.

- What? - Go catch me a green-striped lizard.

We passed one back there a piece. Prettiest I ever saw.

Sure, Mama. I'll catch him.

We're gonna have to hurry if we wanna get him patched up

before Arliss gets back.

(WHIMPERING)

Oh, Travis.

I didn't know it was gonna be this bad.

Them hogs would've never touched him.

He was keepin' 'em off of me.

We'll have to sew him up.

Go jerk me a hair out of Old Jumper's tail.

(WHIMPERING)

Yes, Yeller.

Take your ax and go cut two long poles for a litter.

The sooner we get him home, the better.

Mama, I got your lizard.

- Ain't he pretty? - Ooh, yes. He really is.

Now if you'll just keep him for me until we get home. We're gonna play a game.

- What kind of a game? - We're playin' Old Yeller is sick.

- You're gonna take care of him. - Is that why he's all wrapped up?

That's right. Now, you're gonna ride here and hold him.

Like we was two sick injuns?

And you make sure he don't fall off.

On account of he's a sicker Injun than me?

That's right. Now remember,

don't lean on him and don't play with him.

He's a very, very sick Indian.

(GRUNTING)

Come on, Jumper.

- Mama? - Hmm?

Them prickly pear roots gonna make Travis well?

I hope so, son.

- Mama? - Hmm?

When you're done, will you play with me?

I'm sorry, Arliss. I'm too busy now.

You go out in the backyard and play.

But I tell you, there ain't nothin' to do out in that old backyard.

(SQUEALING)

Now, Arliss, you stop it, and go outside this minute.

MR. SEARCY: Hello, the house!

It's Mr. Searcy!

ARLISS: Ain't he pretty? Is he for me?

Partly. Mostly he's for Travis.

But Travis can't play with no puppy. He's sick.

- Sick? - Him and Old Yeller. Hog cut.

Good mornin', Mr. Searcy. Hello, Lisbeth.

What's this about that boy of yours gettin' hog cut?

- Whatcha doctorin' with? - Prickly pear root.

Miss Coates, I brung somethin' for Travis. Can I take it to him?

Go right in there, honey.

Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Searcy, I'm makin' up some new poultice.

You know, it's right providential I come along when I did.

'Tain't nothin' better than a prickly pear poultice,

providin' a body knows how to fix it.

LISBETH: You hurt pretty bad?

I'm all right. It'd take more than them old hogs to kill me.

Well, I... I brung you a surprise.

One of Miss Priss' pups.

Thems was born in a badger hole. Seven of 'em.

This 'un's the best of the bunch.

See? He don't holler when you hold him up by the neck hide.

Papa says that means he's a good dog.

That don't mean nothin'.

If his mouth's black inside, that's what counts.

(PUPPY WHINING)

Well, anyhow, I...

I brung him to ya.

Well, I got me a dog. Old Yeller.

Well, why don't you give him to Arliss? He'll like him.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - (SIGHS)

(CRYING) Here, you can have him.

Golly!

Golly! (BABBLING)

That's the secret, Miss Coates,

a-beatin' them roots till they're all soft and squishy...

Mama, look at the little, bitty puppy Lisbeth give me.

MR. SEARCY: Oh.

Sure cut up, ain't ya, boy?

Clean to the bone, looks like.

That there poultice is sure the stuff to suck out the poison,

provided, of course, he ain't got hydrophoby.

- "Hydrophoby"? - Could be. It's all over the countryside.

Stuff dyin' like flies. Foxes, wolves, polecats, hogs...

- Hogs? - Hogs can get it.

Same as that there boy or that old, yeller dog there.

Seen either one of them foamin' at the mouth, shown any signs of fits?

- Fits of temper? - Of course not!

Well, you better keep a close watch on them. Liable to show up at any time.

Recollect had me an uncle once down in east Texas.

Got mad dog bit, he did.

Knowed he was bound to die. Chained himself to a sweet gum tree.

Stayed right there till sickness took ahold.

Mr. Searcy, please.

But it's the gospel truth, Miss Coates!

He went to snarlin' and snappin' at everything in sight.

He run at his woman and young 'uns, tryin' to bite 'em.

He'd have done it too if that chain hadn't held him back.

Stayed right there till he died of the slobberin' fits.

They buried him under that sweet gum tree...

Mr. Searcy, that's enough! Not another word!

Biggest, nicest funeral you ever did...

What do you mean, tellin' an ugly story like that

to a boy who's just been hog cut?

Now, Miss Coates, I was just tryin' to give a word of warnin'.

Reckon if I can't be of no more help around here,

I'll be makin' tracks for home.

Help. There are plenty of ways a man could help around here.

Huh? By doin' what, Miss Coates?

Like hitchin' up the mule and gatherin' in the corn crop

before the deer eat it up, or the blowin' rain rot it in the field!

Now, don't you fret yourself at all about that corn crop, Miss Coates.

I'll be glad to take care of that. Lisbeth?

Yes, Papa?

Lisbeth, honey, Miss Coates here, she's in kind of a bind.

Ain't got her corn in the crib yet.

Figured I'll leave you behind to help her with the job.

Mr. Searcy, Lisbeth's nothin' but a little girl.

Yeah, well, she ain't much for size,

but she's just like her old pappy... Stout and willin'!

(SCOFFS)

Now, don't you forget, Miss Coates. If there's any other thing I can do for you,

don't you be bashful about tellin' me.

I'm on call day or night.

Bye! Bye.

Oh!

I do believe you are cooler.

Mama, don't let what Mr. Searcy said bother you.

I'm gonna be all right!

I'm sure you will be.

I know, Mama. Mama, I know.

I got a good look at them hogs.

Now, them hogs was mean, but they weren't mad.

(SIGHING)

(COW MOOING)

Travis, we got lots of corn. Me, Mama and Lisbeth.

(cow MOOING)

Ain't that Old Rose I hear bawlin'?

She's been actin' flighty lately, like she was scared of her own shadow.

And this mornin' she wouldn't let her calf suckle neither.

I think, maybe, she's got a bit of pea vine.

No, Mama, it can't be pea vine. Not this late in the year.

(MOOING)

Oh.

The poor thing.

She's blind sick.

(MOOING)

Mama, that cow's got hydrophoby.

Hydrophoby? Oh, no, Travis.

Mr. Sanderson said when they stagger and slobber around, you know for sure.

I'll go get my gun.

(MOOING)

(GUNSHOT)

Let's get finished and go burn the carcass.

If the varmints get at it, could be that might spread the disease.

I'm hungry.

Well, I'll go rustle you up some bread and milk.

- How come you shot Old Rose? - She was sick.

Well, you were sick too. How come they didn't shoot you?

Well, that's somethin' different.

Where'll Rose go now she's dead?

Nowhere, I reckon. She's just dead.

- Will she go to heaven? - I don't much reckon.

Ain't there no cows in heaven for the angels to milk?

Well, how do I know?

Here's your supper.

How fer off is heaven?

Oh, I don't know. A fer piece, I guess.

Is heaven as far off as Papa went?

(EXHALES) A heap further than that.

- Where'd Papa go to? - Kansas.

Arliss, quit eatin' with that nasty old pup!

Well, he's hungry too!

KATIE: (SHOUTING) Travis! Bring your gun!

That's Mama! What's the matter with her?

You stay in this house, Arliss, you hear?

KATIE: Travis! Travis!

Travis! Bring your gun!

Travis! Travis! A wolf!

(BOTH SNARLING)

ARLISS: (SHOUTING) Mama!

- Don't let Arliss come down here. - I'm comin', Arliss!

- What happened? - It was so sudden, I don't hardly know.

- The wolf came leapin' out at us. - Lucky you had Old Yeller.

It was lucky for us, son, but it weren't lucky for Old Yeller.

He's chewed up some, but he ain't bad hurt.

No wolf in his right mind would've jumped us at the fire,

not even a loafer wolf.

That wolf was mad.

I'll... Shoot him...

If you can't.

But either way, we've got it to do.

Mama, listen.

Old Yeller just saved your life, and Lisbeth's too!

And he saved mine and Arliss'! We can't!

We don't know for certain.

I'll pen him up where he can't get out. And then we'll wait.

We can't just shoot him like he was nothin'.

Don't you understand?

All right, son.

If you think there's a chance.

- (BARKING) - Hear that?

Well, now, that sounds like a healthy dog to me.

Take a look at him, Mama. See for yourself.

He sure looks fine, all right.

Two whole weeks, and nary a sign of a thing.

Think we could let him out?

No, son, not yet.

They say sometimes it takes a month to tell.

Now, I told you, if everything's all right,

we'll let Old Yeller out come Saturday.

But, Mama, why not now?

No, we've waited this long.

I guess we can stand it another couple of days.

Aw, Mama.

Here we are, boy. More grub.

- (YELLER GROWLING) - Yeller?

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

What's the matter, boy?

Come on. It's time to eat.

(GROWLING, SNARLING)

- How is he tonight? - All right, I reckon.

- Are you sure? - I said he was all right, didn't I?

I guess you wouldn't like it, either, if you had to stay shut up in a corn crib!

You ain't gonna keep my dog locked up in that crib no more!

You stay away from that dog. You understand?

It's time for you to go to bed, Arliss.

- Aw, Mama. - Do as I say.

Yes'm.

Don't you worry, boy. I'll get you outta here.

(SNARLING, BARKING)

- Where's Arliss? - I don't know.

Arliss!

KATIE: Arliss!

Arliss! Don't open that door!

Arliss! Keep away from that door!

Arliss!

(SNARLING)

(SNARLING CONTINUES)

(SNARLING CONTINUES)

No, Mama.

There's no hope for him now, Travis.

He's sufferin'. You know we've got to do it.

- I know, Mama. - (SNARLING CONTINUES)

But he was my dog.

I'll do it.

(SOBS)

(GUNSHOT)

Hello, the house!

Papa! Ya done came home!

(YAPPING)

Hiya, boy. Ain't them injuns scalped you yet?

- Papa, what'd you bring me? - I brought you somethin', all right.

Just hold your potatoes while I go kiss your Mama.

Jim! Oh, Jim!

What'd you bring me home, Papa? Where is it?

- (JINGLING) - Hear this, Katie? Money. Cash money.

First we've had since the war.

That ain't all.

- What? - I got that dress.

- Prettiest thing you ever seen. - Oh!

And a fancy pair of shoes to go with it.

- Gee-whiz! - Put it on, son.

(LAUGHING)

There you are.

All right, Chief. Let's hit the warpath.

(WHOOPING) Come on, boy!

Oh, Jim!

It's lovely.

I been achin' to see it on you.

Where's Travis?

I wanna get a look at his face when he sees the horse I brung him.

Him and Lisbeth Searcy are over at North Hill...

Burying Old Yeller.

JIM: Old Yeller?

KATIE: Come in the house and I'll tell you about it.

Travis?

If you could just come to like the pup...

He... He's part Old Yeller.

He may be part Old Yeller,

but he ain't Old Yeller.

Your mama told me about the dog.

Come sit down, son.

That was rough, son.

As rough a thing as I ever heard tell of.

But I'm mighty proud of how my boy stood up to it.

Couldn't ask no more of a grown man.

Thing to do now is... Try and forget it.

Go on bein' a man.

How, Pa? How you gonna forget somethin' like that?

I guess I don't quite mean that.

Reckon it's not a thing you can forget.

Maybe not even a thing you wanna forget.

What I'm tryin' to say is...

- Life's like that sometimes. - Like what?

Well.

Now and then, for no good reason a man can figure out,

life will just haul off and knock him flat.

Slam him again' the ground so hard it seems like all his insides is busted.

But it's not all like that.

A lot of it's mighty fine.

And you can't afford to waste the good part frettin' about the bad.

That makes it all bad.

You understand what I'm trying to get at?

Yes, sir.

It's just that...

Yeah, sure, I know.

Sayin' it's one thing and feelin' it's another.

But I'll tell you a trick that's sometimes a big help.

You start lookin' around for somethin' good

to take the place of the bad.

As a general rule, you can find it.

- Brought you that horse I promised. - Yes, sir.

I reckon you ain't in no shape to take pleasure in him yet.

No, sir.

We'll just keep him a while.

Maybe you'll come to feel different later on.

Your mama was fixin' supper when I left the house.

Might hurt her feelings if we're not there on time to eat it.

(PUPPY BARKING, GROWLING)

KATIE: Leave that alone! You get outta here!

Put it down! Put it down!

Why, you thievin', little wretch!

(YAPPING)

ARLISS: Who's that beatin' my dog?

You can't beat my dog!

- (LAUGHING) - You can't beat my dog!

Hold it, Chief. I think you're fixin' to raise the wrong hair.

Mama was tryin' to kill my dog.

- I never even touched him. - JIM: Of course, she didn't.

- Ooh, whee! Supper ready? - (LAUGHING)

- Ready and waitin'. - Good.

Looks like it's about time

I started learnin' this old pup to earn his keep.

Don't look like to me he's hardly big enough to learn nothin' yet.

He's big enough to learn

if he's big enough to act like Old Yeller.

(SINGING) Young Yeller is a puppy

A little ol' lop-eared puppy

It's plain to see he's got a family tree

The image of his pappy

He's frisky and he's happy

- And that's how a good pup should be - Frisky and happy

Here, Yeller (WHISTLING)

Come back, Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

In the West

Here, Yeller (WHISTLING)

Come back, Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Best doggone dog

In the West