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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 Nepal,

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, a river nearby and plenty of gain.

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.

Ma'am forgets how good it is having a woman to cook and do for her.

Not a fact.

Sir Mary?

Her? Her?

No, she ain't, Mary.

Sir, promise?

No, but you...

Yes, you die, says to myself, Mathias. You need your 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. That's what I need.

Where's Suely?

She went out to play yesterday. She ain't never come home.

Suely!

Be a steward, Ma'am!

She has 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 piece.

What day have you set to get married?

Well? What day?

What about you to ask a thing like that, Sarah?

I was walking in the woods, Jenny.

I stumbled on your secret place.

I listened and I saw.

All right, Sarah. So you listened and you saw.

What about yourself, Sarah? How long have you wanted a man?

How long, Sarah? How long?

Marion's no problem, Sarah.

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

Nobody in these woods can marry people awful.

Then bow her down the Ohio, Louis, girl.

I don't louse you mind.

The same fairy 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

loveful married husband?

I do.

I'm sorry.

Young and zapping down the river are growing up ignorant because they ain't got no learning place.

Like a school.

Cora, did not tell you. Did not 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.

Porsches and juice Mr. Spodrum from Chillicottie.

Mr. Wheeler?

Mr. Spodrum.

Mr. Spodrum's 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.

To the right girl.

You can come in now, Porsches.

You always was the good at words. Can't you talk now?

Gender?

Boy. Girl. One each.

Are you all right?

Porsches. I can't sleep in this off the floor bed with you no more.

No more, why not?

Birth and 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.

Are you going to rebuild again, ancient?

Quick.

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

You could feel two good sized cabins.

One for you and Jenny and one for the store.

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

Do you know what you've done?

What?

You've started the town.

Porsches, I begged you to marry me.

I didn't have to beg Jake Tinch.

He begged me to marry him.

And I told him whose child it is?

Yes, I told him.

Get up!

Say what there's more I must tell you. It's best to come from me.

Mr. Spotram 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. Spotram and helped her with her buttons.

He left me, Porsches.

Get up!

The two gentlemen from the Chillicothea Festival today,

they'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. I 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. Right. 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 trap.

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.

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

For 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.

Of course he also had to go to Chilacatha

to see the governor about maybe being a judge.

I'll work one to know how long that kind of thing takes.

Your paws come home.

Welcome home, Porsches.

Thank you.

Have you know welcome to your father?

Are you either of you?

Welcome.

You've been trammed.

Yes.

I am also drunk.

But I'm not stupid, Hoda.

Remember what I tell you.

Tomorrow the stupid person will still be sure

that a 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's the word?

I am 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.

He's a 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 in the affairs of others.

May I never lay eyes on that evil scum roll again.

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

I bought some hay from him two weeks ago.

He's been nagging me for delivery and payment.

You bought hay, sewn and reaped by a slave?

There weren't no other way.

You could have slaughtered the animals.

Kinsey, ma'am, you've got a boat with 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.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Brown's sitting on the wagon.

He's supposed to get off.

He's cheating, Pa. It ain't right.

Can't you see?

I'm sure what I choose to see.

I got it.

I'll go down.

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

You can check the subtraction.

Are we settled?

I'm at your service.

I'd like cash.

Cash?

Why?

Nobody in Moonshine Church does business in cash.

I do.

I might have known you'll be the exception.

Fortunately, I brought ample cash.

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

Come along, my friend.

Come along.

It's all here.

You're in time, you've satisfied?

I hope you have no regrets.

Regrets?

No one's these.

Well, 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?

I just bought you. You're my slave.

You're slave.

You're eyes down and you're head bowed.

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

I've grown up chained, made for you, and cleaned out a corner of my barn for you to sleep in.

The drunk are crazy.

You entered into this transaction of your own free will, 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, in full, 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.

It's fair with anything you miss, Porsches.

Adorance 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.

What do you take to let him by his self-loose, Porsches?

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 the event of your running away of the perfidious breaking of your bond.

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

Mr. Slower! Mr. Slower!

It is my intention.

To treat all presents.

And you may also ning some, a little rum and warm built by two stalwarts under.

You're a great 80-broner.

I'm proud of you. Listen, Ken.

Ma'am's wood. Run home, tell her, pop up the house.

She'll like that.

And tell her, Austin, you're supposed to be ready to cut the boat. I'll do it.

And you can have my rum and milk.

Such is a patriot's boast.

Where are we Rome?

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.

There's a home.

There's a home.

There's a home.

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.

You've been sleeping up here all the time. I was in Chilis, Tossy.

Yes?

Why?

Say what?

Come down below.

Sleep with me in our bed.

Put the twins in, cradle them 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 to the day after you left.

Mr. Spartram and Jake Tinch was married.

Oh.

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?

Well, I was in Chilis, T

The Reverend Hutchins house.

Only people there were Sam Sloper and his wife.

No.

Say what.

Well, I was in Chilisoho, there, Minnetox, Pesok.

An old England man trained there.

He is excellent at women's pains and problems.

He told me that if you wouldn't couldn't go there,

he'd come up to moonshine church to see you.

Thank you for thinking of me while you

was in Shilikothi Porsches.

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.

Forty got carried off in one week.

Five out of one cabin and nobody would go in to get him

to a Porsches got his old England friend, Dr. Piersall, up for Chilikothi

and they formed a committee.

It's like Porsches, always taking the part of the underdog.

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

Yay, though I walk through the valley at the shadow of death.

I will fear...

Four dead 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.

There is a black light.

I shall dwell in the house alone forever.

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

One new case here or upriver in two days.

That's where I was hoping when I saw Doc Piersall's gig hurrying toward the cabin.

He'd be bringing the good news.

Boo!

Get those children back!

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

Easy.

Don't worry, I can still undress myself.

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 a 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 Wheeler of all people, frustrated and infuriated me.

Your husband, Mrs. Wheeler, let's help save more lives than anyone will know, even in Fishtown.

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

What can I do for him, Doctor?

Liquids.

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 mams remedies, which weren't of any be the best for now.

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

Nariya Lemon did not ever see, but her moss lemonade sure tasted lemon, and it cured Pa's worse fever ever back in Pennsylvania time.

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

Then he got himself up the next day.

Sassy is 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 be only five buckets of water.

Five, five, and all.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Yes, honey. Five bowls.

Five? Five.

Come on, Tim.

Porsches.

Porsches.

Porsches.

Here.

Here.

You drink this.

What is this?

Moss lemonade.

Did Pa saw orders?

Yes.

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 laminy.

Told you.

What was that?

It's an old remedy of my mams.

You said, Porsches.

Dr. Porsole told me to give you liquids, lots of liquids.

What did you give me, Sarah?

It's moss lemonade.

It's mostly moss ground up.

And then you add meat, acid fiddity, calamel, and six different herbs.

But the most important thing is you wash the moss through five different waters.

You have poison, mate.

Finally.

In the morning when you're bitter, I'll put it in the run to chill.

Then it'll turn into moss lemonade jelly.

You can eat it with a spoon.

Oh, my God.

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 man.

Yes, son.

If in you heard what I said, Lord, about my Porsches,

I'd be thankful, ever.

Amen.

Good morning.

Get back to bed.

I'm not going to go to bed.

I'm not going to go to bed.

I'm not going to go to bed.

Good morning.

I'm fine.

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

Could it have been your moss lemonade?

You don't believe me. I can tell.

Feel my brow.

Have I over it?

You're a brave and beautiful and honest woman, Sam.

Only sometimes.

No. What joy is like it to be quit of care

and drop my load and have to weary miles.

Come home and sink upon the bed.

That's so I used to dream of.

You said that.

You were a very poet, Catteless.

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 desk, the ink well,

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.

You never shook your bed on you again.

Not ever.

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

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 out of 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.

Hey, that's Awood.

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, my God.

Oh, say what? You remember Mrs. Morrison as a general?

Yes, you go.

May and Leia.

May and Leia.

Why don't you join me, ever children?

Musicians, scenes 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!

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.

He was a very good man.

He was a very good man.

He was a very good man.

He was a very good man.

He was married to 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.

Well, 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, Solve, and I'm happy for you too.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hey, Jenny.

Uncle Will?

Kinsey.

Hold that 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 us all.

I will.

I promise.

You still give an orders little tag?

No kiss.

Resolve the carriage awaits.

The carriage awaits.

All right.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

The party's just begun.

Plenty of...

Where was you thinking to do?

On that acre of hilltop you own 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 who are 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 paw.

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.

It'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.

When you set yourself, robots can't move you.

Ma'am, chances are sick again, it's his heart.

I'll find Dr. Pissle. He's here somewhere.

Where is he? He's in the other room.

What is it? I can't breathe. Her heart's something.

All right, Mr. Chancy.

So, you're all right.

Sorry, my fellow.

Here you are.

Breathe deeply.

Small stuff.

There's another spasm.

Mild, sightened to the day, probably. It'd be all right in minutes.

Yes, sir.

Yes, you'd be fine.

Mrs. Wheeler, please.

Thanks, good to meet you.

Mrs. Wheeler, please.

Mrs. Wheeler, Chancy's had his heart conditioned since infancy.

You can't cure him, and I can't.

I think nature can.

How?

Nature made us all what we are.

Mrs. Wheeler, 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 pasture. Let him run.

Chancy 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, young Miss Mrs. Wheeler.

Your baby.

Let him go.

You've got to.

Starting tomorrow, Chancy.

You're gonna 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 giving you.

It'll be easy.

And beginning today, you're gonna 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, Chancy.

Every day down to the river and back.

These, you'll go with me.

You're in charge, Tazia.

Come on, Chancy. Lift your feet.

They'll go so slow.

Chancy, my real man, I always knew it.

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

Chancy Wheeler, how can you say such a thing?

Chancy, my real man, she wouldn't be so cruel.

Oh, Chancy.

Hi, hey, Sid.

Chancy walking? Doin' good.

I hope so.

Yeah, I just passed holdin' down by the store.

She's workin' there now.

Good, good.

Helpin' out her Uncle Will and her aunt, Jenny.

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

Come in, Isaac.

Sid, Isaac, I'll make you some tea.

Thank you, Sid.

Very nice.

I gotta buy some of your land, Sid.

It's a damn Isaac.

You know how many youngins me and 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.

Well, they ain't big enough for the tribe, Sid.

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

I hurt my bad leg last night.

I tripped over Ebenezer in the dark.

I gotta build me a bigger house, Sid.

Two stories, likely.

Two stories?

Yes, ma'am.

What piece of land were you thinkin' 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?

Oh, man.

I'm not gonna go back to the house.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

I was poor, and Porsches and me, chopping down them butts and vines

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

And I got $400.

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

Oh, I trust you, Isaac.

Like you said.

We're long-time friends.

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

I have to think on it a while, too.

Let you know for the weeks out.

Bless you, Sid.

Bless you.

You take care of that leg.

Oh, I will. I will.

Sailing land wasn't my worry then.

Hula was.

Grown up and sly as a young fisher fox with the black eyes and eye-winkers.

Reminded me too much of my own sister, Axel, who run off with Ginny's husband, Louis Stewart.

Ginny's husband, Louis Stewart.

Now you got the right size.

You live alone up there, Mr. Hulcan?

Yep. You alone cooking. I own sewing. Everything.

Got a good story here, Mr. Beagle.

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

Thank you.

Ma'am.

Excuse me, pretty miss.

Come to ask you about this blanket.

Who's he?

George Hulcan.

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.

Way far up in the hills.

Sure has a beautiful horse, don't he?

But you don't hold up.

Come on. I can't walk anymore. You have to. I have the 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 flowers to 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 step them down.

I don't see it, jump. Do you, boy, see?

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.

Do you know, is it, feel it? I don't care. We have one.

Rosa!

Rosa!

You and Boyz must play here a lot.

Yeah, junk yard.

All these fun things come together.

It's great.

Rosa!

My house man's all safe.

Place for everything and everything in place.

You want to hear his heart jump?

How do you know?

Is it all right?

It jumps. I know.

Why do you like that old boat?

It's not any old boat. It's the boat general.

George Washington used to cross 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.

And she lives in the place far away from here.

You see, she and my real father only gave me a raise.

It's a secret. Some did her coming for me.

And I'm going back.

My real name's Henry Armsby.

Chansey Wheeler.

Let me be.

You walked into this yard and you can walk home.

Let me be.

You take that young wheel 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.

You're 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 popper knew you were in there with Rosa Tension,

you'd be warped 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 hold the two. You must never go back there.

Promise?

Promise?

Chansey, 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.

Hold her 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 and holler.

Jenny, she was about as bad as all the other tail bears.

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

or a decent folk, canier, young girl's, criper help.

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

I've all the times for a cautious result to be busy with legal work and take feel.

If you hold ink back today, Kenzie's going down river to fetch him.

I'm glad you made that decision.

Is his lawyer, Wheeler, at home, Mamma? I was totally lived here.

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

Well, I don't know yet, Mam. Not until I talk to your man.

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

Is she all right?

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

Where is she?

She's out in the World Bank Valley.

Or Bank Valley. What's she doing way out there?

I can't tell you, Mam. 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 to the Wheeler. I had no idea who it was until I come to town this morning and hear you and Laura Wheeler had a young missing ever come home.

She had not been hurt at all. She claims she'd come from the Bay 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. Oh, Lord, will you, ma'am?

No. I want to thank you. My name's Rowan.

Thank you.

The old town don't know about this.

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

And, Dazia, fetch out some clothes and shoes for hold of just in case. Bring them 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 and go to the town and go to the town.

And tell them 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 don't even hear all this time?

Then, here, since the gypsies brought me.

I know.

Seeing the bushes outside where they left you with an area stitch on.

Anyone else living in this house with you?

Just him and me.

Been living with him, Hilda?

Well, what did 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 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 Ian wedlock.

Well, not him. I would marry him if he was the last man.

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

Even wear these homes.

I've got red checked dress. I take it, don't belong to you.

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

I think you did a real fine job, Hilda.

Step loudly, come on. Step loudly.

Step loudly. Step loudly.

Pull it off.

No room. You and the young slut will have to wait.

Step aside.

Get up.

Say you're not comfortable, you directly.

Get up under you.

Are you in hold of all right, ma'am?

No, ma'am.

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 Houlter looked up to me in the rig

and listened when we got home.

It was Ford and the river, I guess.

Not knuckling down the foul mouth, Jake the did it.

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

Mr. Mark is here for the land.

Is that correct?

Precisely, I advanced Isaac the money. $1,000.

But who has title now?

Forgive me, Mr. Wheeler, 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 munificence sum of $1.00.

Doward, 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 in the journey, Mr. Wheeler.

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?

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

Now, honest now.

Rich.

Rich.

Excellent, Gower, and 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. Get out.

Get out. Get out. Get out.

Soon I had me a new worry. Chancy.

A boy who, for 11 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 woods in 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 walking there too, walking right out of school with the first sound of the lunch bell and not never coming back till the next morning.

Chancy, place it. Chancy, come on.

I can't worry, Chancy.

You found by the hurricane. Gonna have us a smoke. We'll talk some piping, we'll tobacco.

Come on.

Come on. Get out. Get out.

Can you do something from a mama? We found him smoking gratefully and he's throwing up all his tornadoes.

Put him on a chair.

His green is a gooseberry.

He doesn't smell like grape leaves to me.

Drink it, boy.

Finish it.

I'm going to go to the kitchen.

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 the Chancy got here?

You're named boy. What Rosa called you?

You mean my roommate?

Or my other one?

My roommate's own spin.

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 pile of your mistakes with the keys.

You're a jank, sir. Right? It was a draw.

Tell them what happened to that father, Chris.

Hey, there's your brother.

Rosa, help me.

Rosa.

Rose is running after that wheel, boy.

Shh, no.

You don't remember excepting a winner. Rosa!

Chancy!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Come on with me.

Rosa!

Rosa!

Willie Beach is his father.

Never think before.

Sometimes when he's very drunk, he hopes he'll be boys.

Cheryl?

That's Turkey's real name.

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

Riah!

Damn it.

Oh, come to me, girl.

Come to your bar!

Rosa!

Rosa!

You're saving out.

Why are you so white?

Mama, is your heart jumping?

I think so.

Let me miss.

It's not jumping much.

Only a 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, 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 bucks 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 in 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.

Do 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 me, 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.

Maybe if she's saving steps, then 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 do it.

I must, Chancy.

All right.

Don't you forget?

I can never forget you.

There's excellent, Seyward. Most tasty.

Seyward, did I acquaint you as the death of my Aunt Yoona different Boston?

Hmm?

My sister rode me some few months ago.

My sister, Cornelia, and I happened to be the only heirs.

Cornelia?

Aunt Cornelia to you, young lady.

Aunt Yoona, do you have been my great aunt? Wouldn't you, Pa?

Yes, yes. True.

Cornelia has put up Aunt Yoona's house, Seyward.

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

When will be, your father?

It arrived on the merry bib today.

Today?

Today?

I had it unloaded at 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 of money.

With a lot to build on.

Had you any special lot in mind?

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

I sold that a while back to Isaac Barker.

Oh, it's Mom, Mark.

Oh.

You would still find something suitable, Seyward, I'm sure.

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

I'll ask you all the crates of trapezius, and then two of the greatest, longest rivers of the United States.

Thank you, Aiko. Seyward?

It's best I clean up here.

Oh.

Oh.

Porsches.

Last week I rode the rig up to that hilltop, Aiko, you fancy so much?

And I met the builder man, Mr. Galen.

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.

How about, well, waiting?

In a moment, child.

Then I drove to Isaac's cabin.

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

Isaac couldn't hold up the lie.

Yours trapped us both, Seyward. 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.

Seyward, I'd finished the house and then sell it.

I'm not about to live anywhere without you.

Papa, please.

Coming, son.

Believe that, Seyward.

We're your best of woodsy hearts.

Yankee gimber talk.

Look at that creek.

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

We counted at 47 and all, Mommy.

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

Papa says it's probably at the end of his house.

I never saw a concert piano before, ma'am.

You?

You, son.

You, son.

Well, I'm unity.

Aunt Unity is pretty, Papa.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

Aunt Unity is pretty, Papa.

No, she isn't busy, 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 like Aunt Unity more.

Why not?

Or as follow me, wherever I go.

Yankee eyes.

They follow me, too.

Only in a different kind of way.

I get to be a chancier.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

Is this a law you have to do?

A law you have to do?

Yes.

Come in by the fire.

You, his woman.

Is there?

Don't you know me no more?

Pa.

I never expected to see you again.

It took you a good long while.

I don't blame you, none.

I wouldn't have known you from Adam's ox.

Sit down in the rocker.

I'll make you a nice hot toddy.

Is she a long while?

She's gone a long while.

Up to the English lakes.

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

Jenny and Louis, are they still around?

Jenny is. She married again.

Will Beagles, her man.

Louis gone.

Is the one Axe a run off with?

We heard he'd been killed in a fight.

Do you got me young?

No. She ain't been blessed.

But, uh...

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's 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.

There's no such thing.

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

I'll stay with Jenny. She's getting all young.

I'm not used to young.

Rip and tear around the place.

You can at least stay for supper. We can talk the rest over after.

I'll just come by to see you.

I'll come by and see you again.

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

There's no stopping you.

Gordon can run along and show you where Jenny lives.

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

Isn't that really our famous grandpa, ma'am?

He's 800 and a pioneer.

First white man in these parts.

And found her this town.

Isn't that where he can knock over rabbit from that lot of path or bear?

He did.

And most likely still can.

If and he wants to, young Mr. Chancy.

I'm just telling you what, think of it.

That's your degree today.

I'm working for you.

Me and you get dirty.

Did you rather make your promise?

Not to see you.

She tried to.

Sit in my pot.

I told him I wouldn't 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, why 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 bee 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 our wicked and immoral

was for us to be together.

And that 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 New Wool Shaw.

I run back and forth to Mrs. Hawkins every day,

getting all those books you meet.

I just bought her new eyeglasses down the post.

Seven times I took them back and she got back and she got back

and she got the right fit.

Chansey, some grown up people are trying to make you and me

feel wicked and unclean.

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?

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know 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.

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 chandy, Sared.

A chandy down by wheels 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, oh, Paul, coming 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?

Oh, they know he ran off and let us raise ourselves.

And 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.

Paul is no disgrace to us, Jenny.

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

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

We just have to recollect that Paul 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, that is Paul'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 him.

I'll ask him kindly.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Good night, ma'am.

Night, ma'am.

Night, ma'am.

Good night, Chancy. Night, youngin.

Good night, ma'am.

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

Min, Mr. Gallon.

Stam.

Can I fix you, St. T?

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

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

Mr. Wiele's house?

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

It's, uh, barely half finished.

Mr. Wiele said that?

Yes, ma'am.

He somehow forgot to tell me.

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

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

I've also contracted a, uh, a lot of

woodcarver from Philadelphia. He'll be doing it.

The front door and the various mantles.

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

Such as?

Sash and blind, Mrs. Wiele, door and window jams.

The staircase alone, uh, what, uh, sort of risers, uh, treads, posts, handrail, cornice gutters, uh, scuttle.

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

I have it right here. It's, uh, not precise to the penny, mind, but, uh, it'll give you an idea.

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

I want my son, Resolve, as also a lawyer,

to look over this cyphern for his ma'am.

I understand.

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

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

Good night, Mrs. Wiele.

Good night, Mr. Gallon.

If and I had him then, if only, but I knew Mr. Porche's Wheeler, he was going to make excuse to stay down to Chillacothe 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 open 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, unless Wheeler didn't want to look folks in the eye anymore.

No use fretting all night.

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

If Porche's 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 Chillacothe?

Porsches.

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

One at a time.

Brother, you knew I came in the woods, or with men. Take longer steps.

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

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

I'm not wicked, I'm not unclean.

And neither one.

Is it true, do you believe that it's evil, must have seen each other in the plate again?

It's against the law, against the church.

That's my father's name.

And we can't ever see each other again?

I don't think so.

I hear a voice you cannot hear, which says I must not stay.

I see a hand you cannot see, which beckons me away.

I see a hand you cannot hear.

I see a hand you cannot hear.

I see a hand you cannot hear.

This was the day Porsches chose to come home from Chillacothe.

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

He bought him a fine horse in your father and long last.

Has been appointed judge.

Is that on Brown's court?

Not the county court, Papa.

Judge of the Appellate Court, Michael.

What's the pat court, Papa?

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

Your father will be reviewing the judgment of lesser tribunals.

Is that the judge of Brown's court?

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

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

A magnificent beast as befits my station.

Everybody come.

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

Oh, no, no.

I'll be much too busy.

Besides, Cowan wrote me a chillacothe.

He told me how splendidly you've been cooperating and how excellent is your taste.

Come see the noble animal!

She's a good man.

Come on, come on, watch me.

Can I try this out, Paul?

Another time, another time. But what about Chauncey?

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

That's it.

What's his name, Papa?

Break.

That's the host, Eddie Boy, is that it?

Enough?

Yes.

You did fine.

You said him well. He wanted to be a horseman someday.

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

Grooming to feed him, please.

Are you still free thinking of Master Pa?

The Countess, oh, I have become a pellet judge only because our new governor's is a man of discerning taste and minimal prejudice.

I's 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 keel boat in the riverbank.

It must have been an accident.

Oh, I don't think there was doubt.

Her father said that many is the time she walked the riverbank at night, watching the moon.

She must have slipped.

No after him, Houl, to bring him back.

No, Stephen. Let him go.

I'm gonna bury Rose at Potter's acre.

Let me have fish town.

Who told you this, Champsie?

It's where they bury robbers.

We need Rose.

I'm gonna bury Rose at Potter's acre.

I'll keep her here.

I'll keep her here.

It's where they bury robbers. We need Rose.

And bury poor people.

And people have got hanged.

And people have 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 where Rose asked the line.

No, she won't.

Son.

She likes some supper, Champsie.

No, ma'am, thank you.

Rose died by accent, Porsches.

We agreed on that.

Say when 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. Tinch begging their forgiveness and requesting they bury Rosa

here in moonshine church cemetery.

Do you approve?

Rosa was your daughter, Porsches.

As much a Wheeler as the others.

Kinsie can deliver the note.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Jake, for Mrs. Tension you.

Kindly read it and give me your answer if you will.

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

Forgive me, Rosa.

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

I love him.

I always love him.

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Oh, could this young illustrious mortal 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 train look my porsches tonight.

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

And I have to say, because part of the blame's mine, he's been mostly a good husband to say your luck.

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.

Any man.

Try it.

I'm 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.

Andress, all I need.

You want to see, mama?

Happy as all of that unity's things. It's beautiful.

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

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

You want to ride with us?

Thanks, ma'am. I'm taking the short coat. I'll get there first.

I'll get there.

I'll get there first.

I'll get there first.

I'll get there first.

There it was. The lower nose I had seen it enough.

Did not have to build it and have to pay for it.

It's grand, fancy and fine. Re-imagined house.

Why did it look so big?

Big square stone bone and winter lights just pranked out there against the empty sky.

Oh, see you're waiting to see. Oh, mom, it's grand.

Grandpa?

Fool's this. So waste of God's good money.

I don't want you two sliding down the mone's door.

I don't want you two sliding down the mone's door.

What, thank you so far?

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

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

Thanks.

I'm going to go to the balcony all for sharing our new house with us today.

I have to tell you something. Yes, I would.

I like your aunt, you would just burn at your 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.

This great big house, it looks naked, pourshes.

It could stand some tree shaming it.

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

All new shine church could stand some trees.

Just cut down more than a big butts than we had a right to.

Am I wrong, pourshes?

You're right, again.

And I love you.

You'll always be on woodsy.

I'll always love you fine.

I love you.

I love you.

The whole lot of us come that day.

Luckets, wheaters, neighbors, friends, town folk,

came to the big woods to other side of town, saying, I guess, we were sorry.

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

Trees wasn't the mortal enemy anymore.

Pine the sky and stars.

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

Come spring, there be basswood, oak, maple, whitewood.

Poplar all stretching out their green and dancing leaves.

Let the good come, Lord.

You're a player, a plaudie.

And please, hold this big house, Lord, and me, and pourshes, 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 end.

So let the good times come into our life.

The bad times will soon enough, child.

Yes, and we'll be spent, we'll always feel this love.

And it's there we will lay in the end.