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It was the game that brought us out of Pennsylvania and into the Ohio land.

Only a week before we crossed the Ohio River on a pole ferry, me and my Pa,

and my sister Jenny, and my sister Aksa, and my little sister Suely,

and ma'am who never wanted to leave Pennsylvania caught herself the fever.

Ma'am never was the same after that.

Pa soon found us a spot for a cabin, River nearby and plenty of game.

When I'm gone, I want you to promise me that no matter what you'll carry on the family.

Do you mind my words, Sarah?

I mind your words ma'am.

But do you mind my meaning?

Goodness ma'am.

Bye ma'am.

Like Suely, I'm gonna miss you mighty much.

But I'll be thinking on you often.

You did your best.

Can't nobody do no more.

God bless you.

A man forgets how good he is having a woman to cook and do for him.

No thanks.

Sir Mary?

Her? Her?

No, she ain't Mary.

Sir promise?

No, but you...

Yes, you die, says to myself, Mathias.

You need to do a gox and back here.

I says no, I got a hox.

I says you need a cart for your mayor.

I says no, there ain't no roads back here for a cart to go on.

I says, Mathias, you need a cow?

I says no, I already got a cow.

I says, Mathias, you need a woman back here?

I says, buy a jeans cousin.

The best what I need.

Where's she?

She went out to play yesterday.

She ain't never come home.

Suely!

Be a still alive!

It's time to come to help if I can.

You don't even have a rifle.

I don't own one.

I was given to understand I'd be hunting a lost child, not game.

Come on.

Come on, sweet V.

What day have you set to get married?

Well?

What day?

What route have you asked for?

I was walking in the woods, Jenny.

I stumbled on your secret place.

I listened and I saw.

All right, sir.

So you listened and you saw.

What about yourself, sir?

How long have you wanted a man?

How long, sir? How long?

Marry in is no problem, sir.

But there ain't a missionary or a squire anywhere around here.

Nobody in these woods can marry people awful.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Nobody in these woods can marry people awful.

Then bow her down the Ohio, Louis, girl.

I don't louse you mind.

This ain't fair to Jenny.

Let's not think about it here.

It ain't just a kiss I want, Louis, girl.

You can fetch Mr. Wheeler to my cabin.

I'll marry with him if he's willing.

Do you say what?

Take this poshous, Wheeler, as your love will marry the husband?

I do.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Young and zapping down the river are growing up ignorant

because they ain't got no learning place.

Black and school.

Cora, didn't I tell you?

Didn't I tell you she'd do it?

He did for a certain set.

He said he figured it was about time you'd get around to it.

Get around to what?

We've given up some of your land for a school.

Porshous, introduce Mr. Spodrum from Chilacothe.

Mr. Wheeler?

Mr. Spodrum.

Mr. Spodrum is going to be our new schoolteacher.

You're off the floor bed, ma'am.

You're off the floor bed.

I can make a bed like that.

And I will someday, for the right girl.

You can come in now, Porshous.

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

He always was the good at words.

Can you talk now?

Gender?

Boy?

Girl.

One inch.

Are you all right?

Porshous?

I can't sleep in this off the floor bed with Hino more.

No more, why not?

Birth in twins this time took too much out of me.

A woman can tell when certain things happen.

I have a garden of my own, and so with roses overgrown.

Lily is that you would have guessed to be a little wilderness.

You're going to rebuild again, ain't you?

Quick.

I suppose not give you and Jenny an acre alongside the river.

You could build two good-sized cabins, one for you and Jenny and one for the store.

Say it, it's a deal. It's a deal.

Say it, what have you done?

What?

You've started the town.

I begged you to marry me.

I didn't have to beg Jake Tinch.

He begged me to marry him.

And you told him whose child it is?

Yes, I told him.

Get up!

Say what there's more I must tell you.

What's it come from me?

Mr. Spartram is with child. Mine.

She's marrying Jake Tinch.

I tried to talk her out of it.

To marry you?

No, I've done enough. I could never do that to you.

Why not?

I always said you could pick up and go whenever you wanted.

First year we was married. I wondered why didn't you leave?

Are you telling me you want me to go?

The first time you kissed Mr. Spartram and helped her with her buttons.

He left me porsches.

Get up!

You're a gentleman from the Chillicothea Festival today.

I'd like to put my name and nomination for a federal judgeship.

You make a fine judge. I mean it.

I have to be away from home. Travel a lot.

Go on, porsches. Do it.

I don't want to now.

Maybe it's best for all. Go on.

You stop plowing and let me walk with you back to the cabin.

No. You go on. I need time.

Time for something precious to grow in me again.

If and it will.

Keep moving, Buck. Bright. Move.

On this sleeping land where we walk and in half.

And the fields like our love grew so high.

It is there where I lay in my true love's arms.

And it's there where we had to say goodbye.

We'll let the good times come into our lives.

The bad times will soon in the dry.

For it's there where I lay in my true love's arms.

And it's there where we had to say goodbye.

For it's there where I lay in my true love's arms.

And it's there where we had to say goodbye.

Porsches have been way nine to two months now.

Ever since I found out about him and Mr. Sparktroom.

Long, lonely months they was.

But I mind then I did wish him gauntlets, Bill.

Of course he also had to go to Chilacatha to see the governor about maybe being a judge.

I weren't one to know how long that kind of thing takes.

Your paws come home.

We all come home, Porsches.

Thank you.

Have you know welcome, dear father?

Are you either of you?

Welcome.

You've been trammed.

Yes.

I am also drunk.

I'm not stupid, Hoda.

Remember what I tell you.

Tomorrow the stupid person will still be stupid.

The drunken man will be sober.

Did you speak to the governor?

Yes.

And you're the president.

The president judge me.

No, I am not.

Are you just a judge, Papa?

I am nothing.

Did the governor make his appointments?

He did.

I am not named.

What the what?

I'm an agnostic.

A what?

A free thinker.

One who doubts the existence of a god.

I cannot claim to be personally acquainted with the Almighty.

I do not get the jerks at Sunday meetings, therefore my morals are in doubt.

The governor does not see me as that monument of virtue and rectitude

necessary to hold the scales of justice for the people.

Who is the president judge?

Zeppen Brown.

Him a judge, he's just a skin flint farmer and a tax collector.

And slave master.

Incredible.

Incredible.

Wouldn't you say?

A person who owns a slave is given the position of determining what is just and unjust

and the affairs of others.

May I never lay eyes on that evil sconroll again.

You're going to have to meet with Mr. Brown this afternoon, Porsches.

What?

I bought some hay from him two weeks ago.

He's been nagging me for a delivery in payment.

You bought hay, sewn and reaped by a slave?

There weren't no other way.

You could have slaughtered the animals.

Kenzie, ma'am, you've got a boat in Mr. Brown.

Now, will you call me to the wheelbeagles in half an hour?

Yes, ma'am.

Resolve.

You go to the hay scales with your paw.

The condition he's in, Mr. Brown could skin his eyes off him.

This one.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Brown's sitting on the wagon.

He's supposed to get off.

He's cheating, Pa.

It ain't right.

I'm going to get out of here.

I'm going to get out of here.

I'll go over here.

I tell you, deliver this hay to the wheel of bine.

You can go to the wagon.

You can check the subtraction.

I'm at your service.

I'd like cash.

Why?

Nobody in Moonshine Church does business in cash.

I do.

I might have known you'd be the exception.

Fortunately, I brought ample cash.

Shall we retire to Sloper's Tavern, seal the bargain with a clincher?

Come.

There he is, you all.

It's all here.

Have you satisfied, Porcius?

I hope you have no regrets.

No one did.

I have to be going.

But you can't do that.

How's that?

If you think to go home, you belong to me now.

What are you talking about?

You're eyes down and your head bowed.

You're my niggin' hour, Mr. Brown.

I'm going to have chains made for you and clean out a corner of my barn for you to sleep in.

I don't need the drunk or crazy.

You entered into this transaction of your own free wheel, didn't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're an adult of sober and sound mind, aren't you?

You had no reservations adding your weight to that of the hay, did you?

You demanded cash, payment, info, and received and acknowledged it, didn't you?

Your purpose surely wasn't to cheat me, not in front of so many of your fellow citizens.

If there was anything amiss, Porcius?

The ignorance is no excuse in the eyes of the law.

What? What?

I wouldn't try to escape. There are witnesses.

It will only be used against you in court.

You can't hold me.

That's for how much I weigh, 170 pounds. Not so fast.

As President Judge of the County Court, you must know that a thief cannot so easily discharge his debt to the law.

Whether you take to let him by his self-loose, Porcius, not a shilly.

But were he to solemnly swear that the hay was a gift?

A gift? I'll never do that. Never.

I was only stating a hypothetical case in which I then should be helpless to bring charges against you in your own court.

Charges of connivance, of intent to defraud, willful extortion, of acceptance of money secured by fraud, and in the event of your running away of the perfidious breaking of your bond.

That's it. That's everything you paid me.

Mr. Sloper, it is my intention to treat all present.

You may also mix up a little rum and warm milk made to the Starwood Sun's ear.

Is he a great 80 brownerweight? I'm proud of him.

Listen, Ken. Ma'am's worried. Run home, tell her paw about the laser vessel.

She'll like that. Tell her all stay with the paw about the laser. I'll do it.

And you can have my rum and milk.

Such is a patriot's boast. Where are we wrong?

This first, best country ever is at home.

Good night, son. Good night, Pa. I'm real proud of what you did today.

Thank you. For so long.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Say what?

Say what?

I'm awake. Good.

I hear Grissolve say he was proud of you. So am I.

Ma'am's not only a cheat, he's an idiot. What are you doing up here?

Sleeping with twins? Trying to.

Sleeping up here. All the time, I was in Chilis-Tosy. Yes?

Why?

Say what? Come down below. Sleep with me in our bed.

Put the twins in, cradle to the foot of the bed. Put them in the bed between us if you insist.

But come back to where we belong in one bed together.

Stayed her day after you left. Mr. Spartram and Jake Tinch was married.

She said that would happen.

It was a lonely and sad wedding porsches of the Reverend Hutchins house.

Only people there were Sam Sloper and his wife.

No. Say what?

I was in Chilicottia, a minute doctor, a piss. An old England man trained there.

He's excellent at women's pains and problems.

He told me that if you wouldn't go there, he'd come up to moonshine churches to see you.

Thank you for thinking of me while you were in Chilicottia.

But I still can't sleep with you in your bed.

And I ain't just got to do with babies or a doctor anymore.

Alright, Sarah.

That same year, the sickness come to moonshine church.

It started up in Fishtown and come down river.

Some call it the plague. Some say cholera.

Most of those catching it are poor folk up in Fishtown.

40 got carried off in one week. Five out of one cabinet.

Nobody would go in to get him to a porsches got his old England friend,

Dr. Pierce all up for Chilicottia and they formed a committee.

It's like porsches, all is taking the part of the underdog.

You need to be in the paths of righteousness for his name.

Gae, though I walk through the valley at the shadow of death, I will fear...

Four did so far in moonshine and one, an old and good friend.

Mary Harbison, Billy's wife.

She took sick hand in medicine to the patient.

Before we could help her to her bed, her face turned black and she stopped breathing.

Please, in my life, I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Folks, it's beginning to say the plague is over now.

Not one new case here or upriver in two days.

That's what I was hoping when I saw Doc Pierce's old gig hurrying toward the cabin.

He'd be bringing the good news.

Whoa!

Keep those children back.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wheeler, your husband's got the treatment.

Easy.

Don't worry. I can still undress myself. Allow me. Allow me.

Please, please, please.

Mrs. Wheeler?

I must tell you what I've already told you, Mrs. Wheeler.

I have no more color of medicine.

Yesterday I sent down river for more, but it will be three, four days before it returns.

The next 24 hours will tell the story as far as your husband's situation.

That this should happen to paltious weaver of all people, frustrates and infuriates me.

Your husband, Mrs. Wheeler, let's help save more lives than anyone will know, even if it's done.

Now that he is the fever, I'm helpless.

What can I do for him, Doctor?

Liquid's. Feed him liquids and keep him as comfortable as you can.

It's all, Mrs. Wheeler.

I'll stop by tomorrow.

I kept trying to think of all my ma'am's remedies, which weren't of any be the best for now.

May Apple T. Scaldin' Hot was one, but there weren't an apple to be had that time of year.

Moss lemonade.

Nariya Lemon did ma'am ever see, but her moss lemonade sure tasted lemonade,

and it cured Pa's worst fever ever back in Pennsylvania time.

Four days and nights, I remember Pa was a shaken and chilling under a whole pile of covers.

Then he got himself up the next day.

Sassy as a J-bird.

Moss lemonade.

Thank you, dear God in heaven.

Resolve.

I want you to get me some moss.

You know the big tufted kind down by the room?

That can's the only five buckets of water.

Five, five.

I'm not.

Oh, David.

Hold her.

Yes, honey. Five bowls.

Five?

Five.

I'm on the table.

Porsches.

Porsches.

Here. You drink this.

What is this?

Moss lemonade.

Did Pa's all orders?

Yes.

Oh, he's crazy.

Always knew he was crazy.

Why?

There isn't a lemonade if I hunt.

That's just Spain.

Taste it.

Come on.

What's in it?

I'll tell you after you've finished it.

It's good.

Come on.

Lemons can cut fever porsches.

You know that.

Tastes lemony.

Told you.

What was that?

It's an old remedy of my mams.

You said piers are all ordered.

Doctor Piers all told me to give you liquids, lots of liquids.

What did you give me, Sarah?

It's moss lemonade.

It's mostly moss ground,

but it's not.

It's not.

It's not.

It's not.

It's mostly moss lemonade.

It's mostly moss ground up.

And then you add meat,

acidity,

calamel,

and six different herbs.

But the most important thing is you wash the moss

through five different waters.

You have piers in me, finally.

In the morning when you're better,

I'll put it in the run to chill.

Then it'll turn into moss lemonade jelly.

Mm.

Dear Lord in Heaven,

dear God Almighty,

Please don't let your black ox tramp on my porsches tonight.

He's been a good man and a good father.

And I have to say, because part of the blame's mind,

he's been mostly a good husband to say you'd like it.

You should be doing what I'm doing.

The three of you asking the Lord to let you paw live

instead of peeping down on your ma'am.

Yes, son.

If any heard what I said, Lord, about my porsches,

I'd be thankful, never.

I'm not going to do anything.

I'm not going to do anything.

I'm not going to do anything.

I'm not going to do anything.

But never going to do anything but no punishment

within your family.

There is a reporter in there saying,

the lady that could go the way to come to me

about my porsches,

I'd be thankful, never.

Amy.

You look so full of

thunder and

Good morning.

Get back to bed.

I will not.

I'm fine.

I've over the fever, as you would say.

Could it have been your mother's death?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Could it have been your mask lemonade?

You don't believe me.

I can tell. Come.

Feel my brow.

Oh, oh.

Have I over-ed it?

You're a brave and beautiful.

An honest woman, Sam.

Only sometimes.

No. What joy is like it.

To be quit of care.

And drop my load and after weary miles.

Come home and sink upon the bed.

That's so I used to dream of.

Who said that?

A poet.

Catalyst.

Was he just talking about the bed?

You know better.

Porsches.

Been looking at all the things that are yours in this room.

The writing disc.

The inkwell.

The quills standing straight in their cup.

Books on the shelves and your clothes hanging neat on the pegs.

And I said to myself,

it's hard.

It took a plague to make you know how much you love porsches.

No matter what happens.

I'll never shirk your bed on you again.

Not ever.

And that's how come after I told Jenny there'd be no more child bearing

and Jenny bellard it all over the woods for all room shined church to know.

That's how come Chancy is my seventh.

Porsches got to name this one.

It started out Chancy.

But everybody around here says Chancy.

And he gives you the mortal saddest look at a rain blue eyes you ever saw in a babe.

Because he's special to his paw.

Porsches has given a party for him today.

Showing him off.

There now is young Chancy Wheeler.

There you are, that's it.

The General, but lately come to Ohio,

has not forgotten how to pronounce correctly our young man's name.

Oh, I hear you porsches. So did Chancy.

Finish it Chancy.

Oh, say what?

Do you remember Mrs. Morrison as a general?

Oh, yes, it's a babe Leia.

Yeah, babe Leia. Why don't you join me other children?

Musicians!

Seems for a moment please stop the music.

Friends and neighbors, gather round now.

That's it, mother.

Now, let me propose a toast to this newest of the Wheeler Clan.

Chancy Wheeler, as Ohio grows, so will Chancy.

Three cheers for Chancy.

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

That was the day resolving Faye Morrison got married.

We was waiting all of us for the bride and groom to come down dressed for the honeymoon.

Ten minutes before they tied the knot.

And I still have to say, it was the prettiest wedding ever.

Mighty different from when Porsches and Me was made one.

This was a marriage in the name and spirit of the Lord.

Done by one of his own bishops who traveled 200 miles just to say the words.

There they are!

You!

Congratulations!

Well done.

Stay sweet and be happy.

Oh, I'll try, Mrs. Wheeler, but I don't think I could ever be as happy as I am this moment.

I'm proud of you, Zolb, and I'm happy for you too.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hey, Jenny.

Uncle Will?

Kinsey.

Hold on, you'll be next.

Maybe.

Gurden and Dezia.

I'm your sister for real now.

Chancy.

My own special friend.

I love you, Chancy.

Take care of yourself.

I will. I promise.

You still give an orders little tag?

No kiss.

Resolve the carriage waves.

The carriage waves.

I'll close if you try and have a wonderful evening.

All right.

Bye.

Bye.

Thank you.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

The party's just begun.

Plenty of...

No!

Where was you thinking to do?

On that acre of hilltop you owned looking over the town.

What's the matter with the home we got now?

Oh, say word.

We're not in the woods anymore.

We live in a growing town.

You're its largest land holder and...

and I have to be a leading lawyer and citizen.

Don't you think we're entitled to more than a cabin to live in?

It's double cabin.

Well...

I don't see isn't even more room.

Resolve's gone.

Kinsey and Houlow soon be marrying.

That leaves just three more. We got room to spare for them.

Oh, the devil plague, you say, would...

it makes no matter of all the children were married.

Don't you want a respectable place for yourself?

If not for me, we're not savages.

We've lived long enough in that dark, confounded log hole.

It was useful in its time.

Now it served its purpose.

It ought to go to some keelboat sailor, a mill hand.

That dark, confounded log hole, as you call it, was built by my palm.

You and me added to it. We was married there too, remember?

Seven youngins is born there, and now you say, move to a new house that's cold and dark and bare.

A fancy mansion place that's never had the feel of living and cooking and sleeping.

I hear you, and I know you.

And you set yourself robot, comfortable view.

Man, Chansey's sick again, it's his heart.

Now find Dr. Pissle. He's here somewhere.

Where is he?

He's in the other room.

I'm going to go.

What is it?

I can't breathe. Her heart's something.

All right, Master Chansey.

So, it's like my fella.

Here you are.

Breathe deeply.

All stuff.

It's another spasm.

Mild, excitement of the day, probably. It'd be all right in minutes.

Chef, are you all right?

Yes, yes, it'd be fine.

Mrs. Wheeler, please.

Thanks,

Mrs. Wheeler.

You've made us all what we are, Mrs. Wheeler.

But you've got to give nature a chance.

Yes, you, Mrs. Wheeler. You can't keep this cold tied up anymore.

Put him out to pass. Let him run.

Chansey ain't tied up. It's just that he can't run.

Or won't.

Make him. Make him walk. Soon enough, he'll be running with you, youngest Mrs. Wheeler.

Baby, let him go. You've got to.

Starting tomorrow, Chansey. You're going to go to school.

School? But I can't go to school.

Oh, you can. And you will.

You weigh ahead of yourself because of the teaching upon resolve been given you.

It'll be easy. And beginning today, you're going to start walking.

Now, every day down to the river and back.

Walk? I can't walk that far without my heart jumping.

When you get tired, you can rest. When you get home, you can lay down.

It ain't far, Chansey. Every day down to the river and back.

These, you'll go with me. You're in charge, Tinsie.

Come on, Chansey. Lift your feet. Don't go so slow.

She ain't at my real man. I always knew it.

I don't belong to this family. I never did.

Chansey Wheeler, how can you say such a thing?

She was my real man. She wouldn't be so cool.

Oh, Chansey.

Really, really, really.

Hi, they said. Chansey walking? Do them good.

I hope so.

Yeah, I just passed hold it down by the store.

She's working there now.

Good, good.

Helping out her Uncle Will and the ramp, Jenny.

Sarah, I've been meeting the talk to you for weeks.

Come here, Isaac.

It's down, Isaac. I'll make you some tea.

Thank you, Sarah. That'd be very nice.

I've got to buy some of your land, Sarah.

It's down, Isaac.

You know how many youngins we in chorus got now?

Thirteen.

All shapes and sizes.

And not one of them.

Not one of them's given a sign of marrying a leaving.

They like their home, Isaac.

They ain't big enough for the tribe, Sarah.

When I get up to go out at night, I mean, I'm walking on bodies.

I hurt my bad leg last night.

I tripped over Ebenezer in the dark.

I got to build me a bigger house, Sarah.

Two stories, likely.

Two stories?

Yes, ma'am.

What piece of land were you thinking of, Isaac?

That hilltop acre.

That's the piece of land Porsches wants to build a mansion house on.

Oh, hold on.

Forget I asked, honey.

I wouldn't come between the man and wife, ever.

You and Porsches, especially. We've been friends for so long.

It's too bad, though.

I could have paid cash.

How much?

900.

Thousand?

Last year, I let Colonel Siden have three purses of bottom land,

all for $400.

Pilot money.

Now he's chopped it up into six parcels.

And he's asking $400 a lot.

Colonel's going to make a heap of money quick.

I land that I held for over 20 years and cleared in the bargain.

First paw and Porsches in me chopping down them butts and vines

and burning out them stumps, working that land until it was fitting fine.

And I got $400.

Well, you know, I wouldn't be reselling, said.

Oh, I trust you, Isaac.

Like you said, we're longtime friends.

But for a thousand, we'll have to speak the chorus first.

I have to think on it a while, too.

Let you know for the weeks out.

Bless you, Sarah.

Bless you.

You take care of that leg.

Oh, I will. I will.

Selling land wasn't my worry then.

Holder was grown up and sly as a young fisher fox

with her black eyes and eye winkers.

Reminded me too much about my sister, Axel, who run off with Ginny's husband, Louis Guller.

Now you got the right size.

You live alone up there, Mr. Holcomb?

Yep. You alone cooking.

I own sewing. Everything.

Got a good story here, Mr. Beagle.

I'll be back again when I'm needing.

Thank you.

Ma'am.

Excuse me, pretty miss.

Come to ask you about this blanket.

Who's he?

George Holcomb.

He got himself a furnace house set up across the river.

Up near Orbank Creek.

Or if on the iron in the ground.

That's right.

Wait for it up in the hills.

Sure has a beautiful horse, Tony.

But you don't, Holder.

I'm not going to do it.

Come on.

I can't walk anymore.

You have to.

I have to rest.

I told you I can't walk anymore.

Now don't you look over with those awful tenses.

Chancy, I was just going to take his fire to the cardinal.

You can rest there.

Now watch the axe walk the big wheel.

But if you're not coming with me, I'm going straight home.

Are you coming? I mean it.

What's the matter?

You can't walk.

My heart jumps.

What does it jump to?

No one.

Just up and down.

I don't see a jump.

Do you, Boise?

You can't see it.

But you can hear it if you put your head on my chest.

Right down here.

It jumps all right.

Feel it, boys.

What makes it jump?

No one knows.

Doctor says you can't do anything about it.

Can Rose feel it?

I don't care.

We're on.

Rosa!

Rosa!

You and Boyz must play here a lot.

Yeah, junkyard.

All these fun things come together.

It's great.

Rosa!

My house man's always saying, place for everything and everything in place.

You want to hear his heart jump?

I'm going to play here.

I'm going to play here.

I'm going to play here.

I'm going to play here.

Is it jump?

Is it all right?

It jumps.

I know.

Why do you like that old boat?

It's not any old boat.

It's about General George Washington used across the Delaware.

I never saw you before.

Where do you live?

Down by the church in the school.

But those aren't my real parents where I live.

Oh?

My real mother's lady with gold rings and white hands.

And she wears fine dresses.

She lives in the place far away from here.

You see, she and my real father only gave me after race.

It's a secret.

Someday they're coming for me and I'm going back.

I real name Henry Armsby.

Chancy Wheeler.

Let me be.

You walked into this yard and you can walk home.

Let me be.

Chantsu Wheeler.

We let you be.

You take that young Wheeler home and you keep him there.

You never let him come near my Rosa again.

You see, I hope you listen to me.

It's my mother. She doesn't mean it.

Rosa, away! Get away!

It's one place you must never go and don't ever talk to that girl again.

But why?

If mom or a pop or new you were in there with Rose attention,

you'd be whipped every night for a week and put to bed without your supper.

Why?

I don't know why. I'm just telling you, that lady's crazy now.

But once she was the school teacher here, is she the one that taught Rosa from Kenzie?

And Halda too. You must never go back there.

Promise?

Promise?

Chancy, I said promise.

It happened this bad thing, because it had to.

Sometimes you use up all your favors with the Lord and then it comes.

Halda was missing.

I remember two whole days and two nights.

Once the word got round, children and others come running in with wild tales of some dead body found down river over some hill in Hauler.

And Jenny, she was about as bad as all the other tale bearers.

Could be some meat frog Frenchman Stoller in the cabin of his boat, Tyner,

or a decent folk, can hear a young girl's cry for help.

I just hate to think it's seared, but Halda could be on her way to the Mississippi and onto the big salt sea.

I've old times for a porsches and result to be busy with legal work and tape feel.

If Halda ain't back today, Kenzie's gone down river to fetch him.

I'm glad you made that decision.

Is his lawyer, Wheeler, at home, ma'am? I was totally lived here.

No, he's away. Is it about our girl who's missing?

Well, I don't write no yet, ma'am. Not until I talk to your man.

I'm her ma. Please come in. You can tell me. Come in.

Is she all right?

She's all right, if it's her.

Where is she?

She's out in the World Bank Valley.

What's she doing way out there?

I can't tell you ma'am. I only burned charcoal out there.

According to what I heard, she'd come to the whole Comfernus house night for last.

She'd give another name than Wheeler. I had no idea who it was until I come to town this morning and hear you and Laura Wheeler had a young Miss'd never come home.

Ma'am, he had not been hurt at all. She claims she'd come from the base state.

What does she look like?

Oh, well, she's handsome, they said. Fair-complicated with black hair and eye-winkers.

That's her. That's her.

What was she dressed in?

What did she have on?

For what I heard, she hadn't much on, ma'am. She had to haul her from the bushes.

Now, I don't know if, and that's true. I didn't see her, but that's what to tell me.

She claimed gypsies took all her clothes and left her that way.

Whose place was this you see she come to?

The whole Comfernus house, ma'am. George, whole Comf.

You'll be needing him, come over here, ma'am.

No, I want to thank you, my Aunt for all your help.

Thank you.

The old town don't know about this.

Jenna, you jump-hectored to the two-wheeler for me.

Andesia, fidgetch out some clothes and shoes for hold of just in case.

Bring him outside.

I hear you, I hear you.

You'll have to wait for more to come. I ain't taking no singles crossed.

You take this single passenger, Jake Tinch, and you take me now.

Else I'll go to the town council and tell him we want a bridge crossing the river right here on this spot.

I know one of that is welcome is a pig and a turnip patch.

Can I come in?

You live in here all this time?

Since the gypsies brought me.

I know.

Seeing the bushes outside where they left you with nary a stitch on.

Anyone else living in this house with you?

Just him and me.

Been living with him, Hilda?

What would you expect me to do?

It was not time when I got here.

Well, it's daytime now.

And I've come to take you home.

Well, I'm not at your house now. You can't tell me what to do.

Oh, yes, I can, Miss Hilda. What's more, I can pick you up and carry out to that rig if I have to.

You're coming home with me. And he's going to ride his horse along.

Well, what do you want him for?

I think the least he can do for you now is to stand up with you and wedlock.

Well, not him.

I would marry him if he was the last man.

Well, that's something your Pa and I have to talk about some other time with both of you.

Even wear these home.

That red check dress, I take it, doesn't belong to you.

Don't say nothing against my dress. I cut and sewed it myself from goods that he wrote out and fetched me.

I think you did a real fine job, Hilda.

Good job, Hilda.

Step lively, come on. Step lively.

Step lively.

Step lively, come on. Step lively.

No room. You and the young Sluttle have to wait.

Step lively.

Step lively.

Say your luck, come for you directly.

Step lively.

See you young and still home.

Thank you, ma'am.

One small satisfaction I got, and I went to sleep that night was the way Hilda looked up to me in the rig.

This was when we got home.

It was Ford in the river, I guess. Not knuckling down the foul mount, Jake the did it.

Hilda didn't know her old man had it in her.

Mr. Lager here bought the land from your wife, is that correct?

Precisely, I advanced Isaac the money, $1,000. But who has title now?

Forgive me, Mr. Hilda, but it's most important that I know these things before I start building.

The title is now mine. There's the deed. You'll see that I then bought the land from Isaac here for the

for the munificent sum of $1.00.

The reason for the connivance is that my wife did not hold a living in mansion houses, but I'm happily convinced that once you've completed the structure we've talked about, she'll be delighted to move in.

You will be paying me and the journeyman, Mr. Hilda.

Every penny, but the secret you ought to maintain is that this is the Barker House we're building.

Now, may we see the drawing?

Gown, if this wasn't a lady who deserves to live in a mansion, I wouldn't be part of the trickery. Now, honest now.

Ah, rich, rich.

Excellent, Gown, excellent. Perhaps a porch running the length of the second story, so it will provide Mrs. Wheeler with a splendid view of the town she and her father founded.

Easily done. Shall I begin that?

Begin, sir. Begin.

What a lovely surprise.

What a lovely surprise.

Get out. Get out.

Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.

Soon I had me a new worry. Chancy.

A boy who for eleven years only walked the cabin floor to climb onto his stool by the window light and seldom ever stepped into his own yard.

Now, Chancy was walking. Walking all over the Woodson town.

I should have been thanking the good Lord I know for all this happening to youngin with a sick heart.

But Chancy's teacher told me he was walkin' there too, walkin' right out of school with the first sound of the lunch bell and not never coming back till the next morning.

Chancy, boys, Chancy, come on. I can't run, Chancy.

You've found by the hard thing. You're gonna have us a smoke. You pots pipe and look to Becky.

Come on. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.

Get out. Get out.

Can you do something for a mama? We found him smokin' great place. And he's stoned up all his torn hills.

Put him on a chair.

The green is a gooseberry.

It doesn't smell like great leaves to me.

Drink it, boy.

Finish it.

I'm sorry.

Hello, mama. Chancy, how nice.

Rosa, why are you so late home from school?

I walked, mama. I walked a long time by the river. When did Chancy get here?

That your name, boy. What Rosa called you?

You mean my real name?

What are my other ones? My real name's Ormsby.

Your real name's Wheeler. Chancy Wheeler.

You are faithless and deceitful like your father. You think nothing of betraying hospitality and telling a lie.

Take your hat, young man, and go. Leave here forever. Don't go.

Come on. She doesn't mean it.

The jank got a little tired and I missed it with the knees.

It was a jank, so all right. It was a draw.

Tell him what happened to that father, Chris.

Rosa, Rosa, you're okay. Rosa.

Rosa's running after that wheel, boy.

Shh, no.

You don't mind your exceptin' on Wheeler. Rosa!

Chancy!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Come on, Smith.

Rosa!

Rosa!

Willie Beaches is findin'.

Never did before.

Sometimes on his very drum he hopes he'll be boys.

Cheryl?

That's Turkey's my name.

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Give it.

Oh, come to me, girl.

Come to your bar!

Rosa!

You're sayin' out.

Why are you so what?

Mama, is your heart jumpin'?

I think so.

Let me listen.

It's not jumpin' much.

Only little.

You must be all the walking and running you're doing, Chancy.

It's good for your heart.

I didn't know I could run, but when you're frightened...

Chancy, you ever go walking in the woods?

Sometimes.

I don't mean the little woods.

I mean the deep woods, where they haven't chopped down the big trees yet.

I'll take you.

I'll take you.

And then you can hear the trees talk.

They say, Jack.

Trees can't talk, Rosa.

Yes, they can.

When the wind blows, it tops.

The big butts bend a little and crack.

They say, Jack.

Jack!

Can the trees say, Chancy?

I never heard them.

We can walk in the woods together and listen for it.

You walk a lot, don't you?

Best of like walking at night.

Long live the river.

At night?

Does your mom like you?

No.

But I beg her.

Give me a minute, Mama.

Just a minute.

Then I run out of the house.

Walk up and down the river.

With the moon?

Did you know, Chancy?

No matter how far you walk, the moon always walks with you.

All the way and back again.

You watch up the moon while you walk.

And there it is.

Walk in slow and steady with you.

Rosa.

When you walk in the woods, or with the moon, take longer steps.

Why?

Because every step you take is one step less in your life.

Oh, Chancy, no.

It's not true.

I heard it's true.

Maybe that's why my mom never leaves the house.

And if she saves me, I'll leave the house.

Maybe she saves me, so she won't die too soon.

Chancy, we should never talk about dying.

Don't let you and I ever think about dying.

I must go now.

We'll go again.

I must, Chancy.

All right.

Don't you forget?

I can never forget you.

Don't you forget?

There's excellence, Saywood.

Most tasty.

Saywood, did I acquaint you with the death of my Aunt Unity from Boston?

My sister wrote me some few months ago.

My sister, Cornelius, and I happen to be the only heirs.

Cornelius?

Aunt Cornelius, you young lady.

Aunt Unity would be my great aunt, wouldn't she, Pa?

Yes, yes, true.

Cornelius has put up Aunt Unity's house for sale.

She's also taken what pieces of furniture she wants and shipped the rest to me.

When will be her, Pa?

It arrived on the merry bib today. Today?

I had it unloaded on Doc's side this afternoon, ready to be stored in Mr. Dyke's warehouse, where I'm afraid.

It will have to remain until your mother provides us with a lot to build on.

Had you any special lot in mind?

Well, I still fancy that hilltop a go we once talked about.

I sold that a while back to Isaac Barker.

Oh, his mom worked.

We'll still find something suitable, saywood, I'm sure.

Now, who would like to go down to the Doc's with me?

I'm going to see all the crates that trap this sea, and then two of the greatest, longest rivers of the United States.

Thank you, and is here? Saywood?

It's best I clean up here.

All right.

Porsches.

Last week I rode the rig up to that hilltop acre you fancy so much, and I met the builder man, Mr. Gowen.

He told me the place was for Isaac Barker.

It seemed kind of nervous when I told him that it looked a whole lot too grand for the Barker tribe.

Hop off, Rowie.

In a moment, child.

And I drove to Isaac's cabin.

And reminded Isaac we was both members of the same church.

Isaac couldn't hold up the lie.

You've trapped us both, saywood. You're much too bright.

Actually, I'm glad the secret's out.

You can build your fine mansion house, Porsches.

But like I told you before, I ain't living in it.

You can live in it alone, and with whatever the youngins wish to go with you.

There's too much here, just in this room.

I can never, and I will never leave.

Saywood, I'd finish the house and then sell it.

I'm not about to live anywhere without you.

Papa, please?

Coming, son.

Believe that, saywood. With your best of woodsy hearts.

Yankie, gimber talk.

Mommy, do you want to be a little bit nervous?

I'm not going to be a little bit nervous.

Mommy, do you want to be a little bit nervous?

I'm sorry.

Oh, Mommy, you should see there are so many crates.

We counted at 47 and all night.

One of them is half as big as his home room.

Papa says it's probably at beauty's home.

I never saw a cuts or piano before, ma'am.

You?

Yes, son.

Well, I'm unity.

Aunt Unity is pretty, Papa.

Aunt Unity is pretty.

Aunt Unity is pretty.

No, she isn't dizzy, not really.

But she had a generous heart.

She gave money to the Boston Tea Party.

Much more, General Washington, to feed his troops.

But also to the abolitionists.

Like your father.

Aunt Unity hated slavery.

Any kind of slavery.

Good night, Aunt Unity.

Good night, Aunt Unity.

Good night, children.

Good night, Papa.

I don't think I'll like Aunt Unity more.

Why not?

Or as follow me wherever I go.

Yankie eyes.

They follow me, too.

Only in a different kind of way.

Get to be a chancy.

Not now.

Is it a real?

Is it a real?

Yes.

You're in by the fire.

You're a woman.

Is there?

Don't you know me no more?

Pa.

I never expected to see you again.

Took you a good long while.

I don't blame you, none.

I wouldn't have known you for Madam's ox.

Sit down in the rocker.

I'll make you a nice hot toddy.

I'll stay in, will you?

No.

She's gone a long while.

Up to the English lakes, we're here.

We don't know if Axe is living or dead.

Well...

Jenny and...

Louie, are they still around?

They're married again.

Will Beagle's her man.

Louie's gone.

He's the one Axe a run off with.

We heard he'd been killed in a fight.

Do you got me young?

She ain't been blessed.

But...

But you're a grandpa.

I have six.

And soon you're going to be a great grandpa.

Resolve my firstborn.

His wife's birth in any day now.

This is your grandpa Locket.

Come shake hands with him.

Come on.

This is Dezia.

Gordon.

This is Chancy.

Sit down, Paul.

Oh, I gotta go.

Go where?

You're staying with us. We've got plenty room.

I'd be in the way.

No such thing.

You can have a room all by yourself on this floor so you don't have to climb the ladder.

No.

I don't want to stay with Jenny.

She's got no youngins.

I'm not used to youngins ripping, tearing around the place.

You can at least stay for supper.

We can talk the rest over after.

I just come by to see you.

Come by and see again.

I expect I'll be standing around for a while.

There's no stopping you.

Gordon can run long and show you where Jenny lives.

I hope you tell her how you put me out by not staying.

Is that really our famous grandpa, man?

He's 800 in pioneer.

First white man in these parts.

And founder of this town.

Doesn't look like he can knock over rabbit and let a lot of panther bear.

Well, he did.

And most likely still can.

If and he won't be able to get him.

And most likely still can.

He wants to young Mr. Chancy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have come.

You sent for me.

You told Boise at school.

I promised not to see you.

She tried to.

Said in my pot, I told my wooden and I couldn't.

That's what must have done it then.

Done what?

I had to promise never to play with you or to see you again.

You promised?

Is that why I haven't seen you for three weeks?

Chancy, what did you promise when I wouldn't?

My father made me.

How did he make you?

He said it wasn't right for us to play together.

Even the be together.

Why?

Because it's evil.

Evil?

When I'm older he said I'll tell me all.

It's got something to do with who you are and who I am.

Who am I?

You have to ask your mother that.

Why must I ask her?

She won't tell me anything.

She told my father that's why I spoke to me.

She wrote him a letter saying a wicking and immoral was for us to be together.

And it was up to him to keep us from ever seeing each other again.

My mother?

My mother would have let her like that.

I guess when you wouldn't promise she must have decided.

My mother loves me and I love her.

My mother would never do this to me.

I just knitted her at Newell's Shaw.

I run back and forth to Mrs. Hawkins every day getting all those books she reads.

I just bought her new eyeglasses down at the post.

Seven times I took them back and she got the right fit.

Chansey, some grown up people are trying to make you and me feel wicked and I'm clean.

I know.

I'm not wicked and I'm not unclean.

Neither am I.

Is it true, do you believe that it's evil for us to see each other and to play together?

It's against the law and the church.

That's my father's name.

Then we can't ever see each other again.

I don't think so.

But, Chansey.

Don't even look at me.

I'm wicked and I'm unclean.

He's sleeping in a shandy, Sared. A shandy down by Will's boatyard.

I said he slept out all his life and even that ain't true.

He slept in the cabin, didn't he?

People are going to say, I'll park him and back like this.

Just wasn't good enough for us.

And you and me just turn him out.

People know better than that, Jenny.

Do they?

They know he run off and let us raise ourselves.

I found that he stayed away near 25 years.

And now that we amount to a little something in this world,

here he comes back to disgrace us.

Pa is no disgrace to us, Jenny.

If you'd come back old ragged and dirty, didn't he?

Totally wasn't front of the whole town, didn't he?

We just have to recollect that Pa is a mighty old man.

He's not told to have a woman.

Barney Grice told Will he knew Papp out in the Michigan

territory last year and Papp had a woman out there called old profanity.

They lived together on the waterfront.

Sared, if he's bringing her here, talk to Jenny.

Jenny, that is Pa's business.

And I ain't going to fret about it.

I would like to see he got some new clothes.

He won't wear them.

I'll ask him kindly.

Bye.

Bye.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night, Chancy. Night, youngins.

Good night.

I'm going to go.

I'm loathe to trouble you at this hour, Mrs. Wheelie, but I need your assistance.

Come in, Mr. Galen.

Sit down.

Can I fix you some tea?

No, thank you. I'm going to my supper shortly.

I'm asking Mrs. Wheeler if it's possible for you to come over to the house tomorrow sometime, the earlier the better.

Mr. Wheeler's house?

A week ago before he left for a killer copy, Mr. Wheeler said that you would be looking after the details of the house building while he was gone.

It's barely half finished.

Mr. Wheeler said that?

Yes, ma'am.

He somehow forgot to tell me.

How much has to be done yet, Mr. Galen?

Quite a lot, madam. I brought in masons and plasters as of last week.

I've also contracted a excellent woodcarver from Philadelphia.

He'll be doing the front door and the various mantles.

Also, there'll be decisions of taste in which I must need to refer to you, madam.

Such as?

Sash and blinds, Mrs. Wheeler, door and window jams, the staircase alone.

What sort of risers, treads, posts, handrail, cornice gutters, scuttle...

Can you tell me how much all this is going to cost?

I have it right here.

It's not precise to the penny, mind, but it'll give you an idea.

I can't rightly say that I'll be there tomorrow, Mr. Galen, but I'll try.

I want my son resolved.

It's also a lawyer to look over this cyphern for his ma'am.

I understand.

You intend to finish it, don't you, Mrs. Wheeler?

That too, Mr. Galen, is something I'll have to let you know tomorrow.

Good night, Mrs. Wheeler.

Good night, Mr. Galen.

If and I had him then, if only, but I knew Mr. Porcheous Wheeler,

he was going to make excuse to stay down to Chillicothe just as long as he needed to.

Lord, I couldn't take kindly to the Yankee way he fastened this on me,

running off without so much as opening his mouth.

Likely, he reckoned he'd put in his half of the house.

Now I could put in my half, and that would get me tricked into living there,

because he knew I'd never stand for hard-earned money going to waste.

Just went hard against me, Lord.

Real hard putting so many bells on one horse,

squandering for something I never wanted in the first place.

But I guess the mansion house was too far built to give up then.

Bless Wheeler's didn't want to look folks in the eye anymore.

No use fretting all night.

My ma'am always said, the more you cried, the less you had to pee.

If Porcheous wouldn't pay his honest debts, I'd have to.

But a little slow, I figured, one at a time, like lawyers, go to heaven.

Did you hear that down in Chillicothe, Porcheous?

What I said just then, like lawyers, go to heaven.

One at a time.

Brother.

When you walk in the woods, all with me, take longer steps.

Why him?

Because every step you take is one step less in your life.

Chansie.

Some grown-up people are trying to make you and me feel wicked, and I'm clean.

Neither one.

Is it true, do you believe that it's evil for us to see each other in the play together?

It's against the lot and the church. It's my father's.

And we can't ever see each other's words.

I'm not a little too much.

I'm not a little too much.

And we can't ever see each other again?

I don't think so.

I hear a voice. You cannot hear.

But says I must not stay.

I see a hand. You cannot see.

Which beckons me away.

This is the day Porche has chose to come home from Chillicoff.

On the way he bought himself a fine white porcelain, a special old England saddle.

He bought a porcelain, your father, and long last.

Has been appointed judge.

Is that on Brown's court?

Oh, no, no, no.

Not the county court, Papa.

Judge of the Appellate Court, might be not.

What's your pat court, Pa?

The court of abuse for the state. The entire state of Ohio.

Your father will be reviewing the judgment of lesser tribunals.

All Judge Brown's decisions will automatically be reviewed and hopefully reversed.

Because of this worthy ascension, I bought myself a new horse.

A magnificent beast as befits my station. Everybody come.

See?

Will you be finishing the mansion house now that you got the money?

Oh, no, no, no.

I'll be much too busy.

Besides, Gowan wrote me a chillicothe. He told me how splendidly you've been cooperating.

And how excellent is your taste? Come see the noble animal!

She's a good melody.

Oh, boy.

Oh, let's be fine.

Can I try the saddle, Pa?

Another time, another time. But what about Chancy?

Hey, come on, boy. Here we go. Up you go.

That's it.

What's the name, Pa?

Break.

Oh, steady boy, steady.

Enough?

Yes.

You did fine.

You did fine. You sat him well.

You're gonna be a horseman someday.

Chancy, will you and Gordon take break to the stable?

Grooming tedium, please.

Are you still free-thinking agnastica?

Devouledis, oh, I have become a pellet judge.

Only the court power, new governor.

Is a man of discerning taste and minimal prejudice?

I, as a cold friend, join me.

I can't push us. I carry sad news.

What?

Little Rose attentions dead.

How did this happen?

She drowned in the river.

Last night, likely.

Some boatman found her body this morning.

It was trapped between the side of a keelboat in the riverbank.

It must have been an accident.

Oh, I don't think there was doubt.

Her father said that many's the time she was.

And many's the time she walked the riverbank at night,

watching the moon.

She must have slipped.

No after him, Hula. Bring him back.

No, Stuart. Let him go.

I'm going to bury Rose at Potter's acre.

Let me have fishtown.

Who told you this, Champsie?

It's where they buried robbers.

We need Rose.

And Buried Peppers.

And Buried Peppers.

And Buried Peppers.

And Buried Peppers.

And Meagrose. And Buried poor people.

And people who got hanged.

And people who hanged themselves.

Who told you it would be Potter's acre, son?

Rose's brothers. Harold and Boise.

They're my friends.

Did they say why they're Ma and Pa are doing this?

There's not money for more.

Potter's acre. That's who Rose asked a line.

No, she won't.

She'll have a chance.

She likes some supper, Champsie.

No, ma'am, thank you.

Rose died by accent, Porsches.

We agreed on that.

Say would I pray to your God for the first time in my life if he's there?

I hope I pray it was an accident.

The Bible says it clearly. The sins of the Father.

Are visited on the generations.

What are you doing?

I'm writing a note to Mrs. Tence begging their forgiveness and requesting they bury Rosa here in Wunchine Church Cemetery.

Do you approve?

Rosa was your daughter, Porsches.

As much a Wheeler as the others.

Kinsey can deliver the note.

No.

No.

Jake, for Mrs. Tension you, kindly read it and give me your answer if you will.

Don't S

We are the ones who sleep.

Rosa is awake now to a glory unknown.

And in a body unchanged, Rosa is in the new life,

in Bula Land.

If Rosa loved you, any of you, all of you, she loves you now.

Graves are empty.

The dead are not there.

Their joy is the happiness of the Lord.

As Rosa loved the good and beautiful here,

she loves it there.

For Rosa is happy, and we are pilgrims on the way to heaven.

And there are true selves will be known.

Farewell, Rosa.

Praise the Lord.

Amen.

river of sin.

Krishna

blessing.

Per praying for sins.

I didn't mean it when I told you to take longer steps.

Forgive me, Rosie.

I didn't know he had so few steps left.

I love him. I always love him.

I love him. I always love him.

This was the day Cornelia, Porsches' only sister, come to visit us.

She was going to stay a month and watch us move into the mansion house.

Almost never did the coach driver go out of his way, but this time, here he come right up to the cabin.

I reckon people from the Bay State still know how to get things their way.

You're at Cornelia's here, girls. A day early.

We got to change our dresses, Marima.

Porsches, your sister's here.

Not sad. I reckon you're Cornelia Wheeler. You are a Porsches wife.

Cornelia! Cornelia! My favorite sister.

Not since you have, but what?

Which is why your favorite. I couldn't tolerate more.

I prove how you look as your Ohio heir accomplished this.

What sacrilegious. They heard you back home.

Please, come in. I'll have my sons get you traps.

You know, your grandmother Wheeler used to brush her hair 10 or 15 minutes every morning.

She was a very resourceful and determined woman.

She was determined to have beautiful hair. And she did.

Dezia, you do the same.

Yes, ma'am.

And now, last but not least, Chauncey.

Chauncey, ma'am.

I'm afraid you are mispronouncing it.

Ah, yes.

You favor your great-grandfather, John Elliot. He had a fine mind.

I've often heard our mother say that he was one of the most fearless speakers in Massachusetts.

John Elliot would have made his mark.

If his country had not lost him at Bunker Hill.

Yes. You are an Elliot.

I just listened to the old family.

And I have yet to meet resolve our brilliant young legal mind.

Yes, I am proud, Cornelia.

And I'm beholden to you for telling the youngens about their Paul's side of the house.

And now I know more about Porsches folks and Quinnum and Boston than I ever hoped to.

Come in, Paul.

I want you to make your acquaintance with Cornelia, Porsches, his sister. This is my Paul.

Come on, Paul. Sit down and rest yourself.

I'm about to go directly, but I'll sit down for a lick.

Not him, ma'am.

You see, before you, Cornelia, you're the original pioneer of this great county.

Mr. Locket is the first settler and founder of Moonshine Church.

Well, Moonshine Church must be very grateful to you, Mr. Locket.

What fur?

Well, Judge Wheeler has just told us for a founding such a growing town in a new land.

I had no idea that or I'll never settle here.

Oh, you are too modest about the good you've done, Mr. Locket.

Why, when you came here, there was nothing but a vast wilderness.

Now, all the country has developed. The people are civilized, benefited.

I'd say it was upon the other way around. I'd say this country was spoiled.

The people here are getting less account every day, ma'am. Right where you're sitting.

Just before this cabin was built. I shot the deer with a blue horn.

You mind that deer with a blue horn, sir?

I do, Paul. Had a mess of points.

But, Mr. Locket.

You'd have been here 30 years ago, ma'am.

You'd have seen how God Almighty made this country the way he wanted.

And he never laid out any prettier, big, dark trees.

But Snare's tall as the sky, and he stopped it with game out of the ark, and he told him to breed.

Well, right here.

Bucks had come so thick to rub off their horns in the spring, and looked like a deer park.

He'd run into bear and painter most anyplace. Mink and Fisher Fox travel the runs.

You ever hear a grain moose call, ma'am?

No.

That's something to stir up your liver. He's calling to his lady love,

so they can get together and multiply like the good book says.

Here and see that, ma'am. You wouldn't soon forget it.

But, Mr. Locket, there were no people.

Thank God Almighty Noah, what would we want with people?

What could beef-wooded plow them and the dainty home bodies that are done in the woods?

They'd have starved to death.

Oh, we were, we were plumb along in the nose days.

We had friends to visit when I got lunch, and we...

They were around here in Yonder. White and red skinned both.

This day, I don't know which was best.

I was took in by both and given shelter and rations.

Once when I had the long fever and the bloody flocks of deli-wear woman,

took me in and nursed me just as kind as my own woman could.

Poor, I'm going home now. Don't you want to go along?

Ask yourself.

Worry them good deli-wear, Shawnee, and why, and that folk now.

Killed off.

Well, run off, driven one place, none another.

Now they're talking about pushing them across the Mississippi.

Now what for?

To give their land to the white folks who never had guts enough to come out here in the first place

and try to live peaceful with the engines.

The engine's the kind that's got the land now. And what are they doing with it?

Making it just like the place they left back east.

Putting in flower mills and wool mills and fullen mills and saw mills

and any old thing with wheels and water will turn. Money.

That's what they're crazy about. Money.

This whole country's gone wild for money.

And come one of these days.

God Almighty is going to pint his angry finger at every one of us.

You're talking too long, Pa.

Come on home now. I'm willing.

Jenny, I'll lay a plate here for Pa.

No.

I've got to go.

Miss Wheeler?

Well, come on, Jenny, if you're coming.

Mr. Luckett?

Ma'am?

If I had met a man like you when I was young,

I would not be the spinster I am today.

I've had married him instantly

and shared with him the wonders of this country.

You have so much enjoyed.

I believe you, ma'am.

And I'm thinking, though you're tiny,

you'd have had the grit to make it in those days.

Bye.

Move and day.

Dreden it.

I put it off to the very last, but it come.

Wait.

Wake up.

It works. I can see the tree.

How'd you do that?

It's our merry thing, the kind of stoga-doney games.

We used to play with the lugging in a band set.

It was useless.

You don't want.

Put some very, very solid brother real hard.

But that's something like that.

Aw shit.

Jesus later.

Margins coli.

Their

Snyder.

ATCH.

Better start to the marriage of true minds, admitting pediment.

Now, oh, could this gun, and that's fish? More to be.

Is it Caesar? Hannibal? Is it Virginia's?

Oh, our master will shakes.

I named him Resolve.

Resolve? Why?

Because you should give a child a name that demands something of him in life.

Resolve is how he'll be christened.

Do you got a mighty?

Please don't let your black ox trainwood my porsches tonight.

He's been a good man, and a good father.

And I have to say, because part of the blame's mind, he's been mostly a good husband to say you'd like it.

You should be doing what I'm doing. The three of you asking the Lord to let you paw live

instead of peeping down on your man. Yes, son.

If any hear what I said, Lord, about my porsches, I'd be thankful, never.

Amen.

Try it.

Too soft. Sit up. Sit.

Please, quiet.

Stretch out. I don't.

Please, stretch out. Relax.

You shall sleep in the sun of the stable night. Really, I languish.

Help, son.

You want to see, Mama?

Happy as all of that unity's things.

It's beautiful.

I guess what Dezia was telling me is that most of what was on the wagon was going to come up Firewood.

The things of a woodsie had to look poor and puny against that unity's.

You want to ride with us?

I'm not sure.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You want to ride with us?

Thanks, ma'am.

I'm taking the short coat.

I'll get there first.

There it was.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Mom, it's ran.

Grandpa?

Foolishness.

So waste of God's good money.

I don't want you two sliding down the mountains, does it?

What, thank you so far?

I ain't had much time to think about it yet, or she's but it looks real grand.

Before you see the other rooms you must step out of the balcony.

Hey, Kim.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The back is all for sharing our new house with us today.

I have to tell you something.

Yes, I would.

I like your aunt, you to discern that you're fine.

And I like our mansion house fine.

But it needs something this house does.

Tell me what it needs.

Trees.

Trees.

Now, don't you go making fun with me because I always thought of trees as the enemy.

But this great big house, it looks naked, porsches.

It could stand some tree shaming it.

Some trees out there, some over there and a few out in front yard.

All new shine church could stand some trees.

Just cut down more of the big bucks than we had a right to.

I love you.

You'll always be able to see.

I always love you, fine.

The whole lot of us come that day.

Luckets, we lose neighbors, friends, town folk.

Came to the big woods the other side of town.

And saying, I guess, we were sorry.

Sorry we chopped, split trees till so few was left.

Trees wasn't the mortal enemy anymore.

The saplings was wanted now to spread around town and at the big mansion house.

Come spring, there'd be basswood, oak, maple, whitewood, poplar, all stretching out their green and dancing leaves.

Let the good come, Lord.

Fair and cloudy, and please, hold this big house, Lord, and me, and porsches, and the youngens.

Hold us like you always did.

Hold us in the holler of your hand.

It is there I will lay in my true love's arms.

It is there we will lay in the.

So let the good times come into our life.

The bad times will soon be enough time.

Yes, and we'll be spent, we'll all wake in this land.

And it's there we will lay in the.