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I got your basket!

It's just my clothes.

This is what I'm worried about.

What is it?

Just the two best things I've got.

I hope they didn't get all sucked up.

Ha!

Books?

Dendelboom was a man

in just a big bag.

With an eye like an eagle

and as tall as a mountain was he.

Dendelboom was a man

in just a big bag.

He was brave, he was purest in his stuff

as a mighty oak tree.

On a coon skin cap

on the top of old and to the heel of his raw hash shoe.

The rippiness roar and a spiteness man.

The fun tier ever knew

Dendelboom was a man

just a big man

and he fought for America to make

all Americans be Dendelboom.

What are you doing?

Look at my face.

What are you doing?

Look at this.

This man!

Hey, what's going on here?

Hey, what's going on here?

What was this all about?

He took a fence and something that was sad

and was asking about you before it all started.

Said his name was Tom Lincoln.

What do you want with me?

Oh, I don't know.

Dendelboom, when you look at this place,

look at my table, chairs, everything's busted.

Well, we'll find out when he comes around.

Well, I'll send him over to your cabin.

Dendelboom, you're just felling the river.

Is wrong?

I'll try.

Oh, I'm just...

It is.

Have a hot cup of tea.

Israel, I thought I told you to get out of those wet things.

Now, school!

Our books aren't hurting, huh?

Just a mite dance.

That's fine, but the important thing is to get you dried.

Is Israel all right?

Yes, Paul.

He was catching turtles and he fell in the river.

This young woman fished him out.

Oh, no, I fell in and he pulled me out.

I want a baby boy just like him.

He's got more grit in the sandbar.

I went under and he ordered in and swam out to save me.

Now, that's the kind of baby boy I hank her for.

Must be Danielboom.

My husband, Miss Nancy Hanks.

Howdy.

Dan, what happened to your ear?

It's been, please.

Oh, it's nothing. Just a little scuffle.

Nothing.

You sit down there.

I'll get something to fix.

Oh.

Nancy Hanks.

Where are you from, Mrs. Hanks?

Elizabeth town.

Some folks call me Nancy Sparrow.

Cause I lived there with my aunt and uncle.

Tom and Betty Sparrow.

Oh.

They have a lilac bush by the front door.

We have a look at that here.

Where'd you have the fire?

Uh, Fence and Alice's tavern.

Who hit you?

Some wild young buck, the name of Tom Lincoln.

Then you must have riled him.

Heh, heh, I reckon I did.

He's a ripsnorter when he's riled.

Do you know him, Mr. Lincoln?

He's a carpenter.

And a cooper.

He made a sauerkraut barrel for my aunt Betsy.

Well, uh, what brings you here to Boonsboro, those hanks?

I come to find a job.

I thought that maybe in a big place like Boonsboro,

there might be a family that needs some help.

What about the Nicholas Burns's?

Maybe they could use it.

You know, that just might be.

I got a whole parcel of kids.

The last count I made out about eight.

Ten.

Soon be eleven.

Mrs. Burns is in a family way.

So I noticed.

Do you think they could afford to hire me the princess?

They're pretty rich.

They got three horses, two cows, and wagon.

Oh, and they brought back a raft full of plunder,

pewter and copperware, and all the pots and pans

you can shake a stick at.

Candle mow, two spinning wheels.

Or did they bring along any books?

I didn't see any.

That's too bad.

Do you like books?

They open up your eyes in your mind.

I want to read all I can so I can be ready for him

when he opens up his eyes.

Him? Who?

My boy baby, I was talking about.

I can just close my eyes and see myself,

loving him, and lursing him.

Raising him up against the sky and saying,

here we come.

We're from.

But I know deep down inside me,

wherever he comes from,

that he will rise up into greatness.

How do you know that?

Well, I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Well, I was walking in the woods

in a grove of wild crab apple trees,

and they was in bloom.

And I heard a voice above me like it was in the blossoms.

And it said, right out clear as day,

you will have a boy baby,

and he will sit in high places.

The voice of God?

Oh, no.

It sounded more like my grandmother.

I hope it must have been most unsettling.

But it is Miss Nancy.

Isn't it Miss?

It's trouble.

I know who I want for my boy's father.

But he wants somebody else.

Well, maybe things will work out.

Uh, Becky, could I have a little of that tea?

Of course.

We've got women in here. I don't want any trouble.

I didn't come for no trouble.

My name's Tom Lincoln.

Are you any kin to Mortar Carle Lincoln?

That's my brother.

I knew your father, Captain Lincoln.

Before he was killed by the Indians.

That's the only reason I'm here.

Come on in.

This is my wife, Rebecca. Mr. Lincoln.

Miss Boone.

Mr. Lincoln.

Nancy Hanks.

Mr. Lincoln.

What are you doing in Boone's borough?

I came to find a job.

A hired girl?

Well, it's better than poking my fist into other people's ears.

I'll see you later, Boone, when you're not so followed up with damp females.

Hold your horses. I was just about to leave.

Where do these burners live?

You can't go out like that. You're gonna dry up first and print yourself up, Sam.

You look like a wet dog.

Well, it's better than smelling like one.

I'm obliged for the tea.

All right, I'll go with you and get your cleaning with Mrs. Burns.

A raffle man stirs up strife.

But he was slow to anger a piece of strife.

Proverbs.

Can I do for you, Mr. Lincoln?

Do you believe in slavery?

No, I don't, do you?

Slavery's against God's law.

And we're both on the same side.

But did you come over here to discuss slavery?

No.

I come for some advice.

What about?

Well, I've had a job lately.

You were not tempers for a new sawmill.

Danton Gahegan's billin' down on Squirrel Creek.

A couple of days ago, he bought two slaves and put them to help him.

It must've been the two that came through here the other day with that fat slave trader.

That's them.

Well, what did you do?

A quit.

If I work alongside a slave, it'd be the same as saying I believed in slavery, wouldn't it?

It could be taken that way.

I'd like to go to the house.

Well, so the same as saying I believed in slavery, wouldn't it?

It could be taken that way.

It sure could.

But now here's the rum.

Now Gahegan won't pay me for the three months' work I already put in.

So what should I do?

And why are you asking me?

Who should I ask?

You're the head man here, aren't you?

This place is named after you, ain't it?

I reckon it is.

Well, so there ain't nobody else to ask.

Well, I reckon your only way out is to sue.

Well, how do I do that?

You know the man down to tavern, since in that is.

Yeah.

He's the justice of the peace.

You'll see him.

And that's the best you've got to offer.

That's it.

Unless he sues you back for bushing up his furniture.

I've already agreed to mend his furniture, and when I'm through, it'll be better than what he had in the first place.

And that's more than I can say for Kentucky.

Now, what's wrong with Kentucky?

Look at the message, sin.

A man can't collect what's owed you.

If it's an honest debt, he'll collect it.

You bet I will.

Thanks for nothing.

Hey, wait a minute.

What do you mean honest debt?

You castin' doubts on my honesty.

I said the court will decide it.

Well, I'm castin' doubts on yours.

Now, you just wait just a minute.

That wasn't no honest punch that flat me out.

What wasn't?

It was a lucky punch.

Oh, my God!

My dear Fixin' those other chairs you can fix my wives too.

You have to get care.

What happened to my chair?

He sat on it too hard.

Good day, Mr. Lincoln.

What was that about?

Take a look in my ear.

Not again.

Oh, I'm sorry for Nancy's sake.

What's Nancy got to do with this?

Tom Lincoln is the one Nancy wants for the father of her boy,

baby.

Come in here to Boonsboro for a job.

Was just an excuse to follow him.

Well, did she get the job?

Yes, they were glad to get her.

Now, just a minute.

Did she say she followed him here?

Well, of course not.

But didn't you see the way her eyes lit up when you first

mentioned his name?

No.

And didn't you see how she did send it in when she said,

you must have riled him?

Yeah, I heard that.

And did you see how she tied into him for fighting?

Yeah, I heard that too, but I still got

quamped in here.

Oh, boy.

You need to be so thick headed about some things.

They're in luck.

I'll bet a stack of feathers on it.

I'll wager that no baby boy of Tom Lincoln

delivered a mountain much.

No.

Ew.

Here, give me that.

MUSIC

Since the Metas.

Where's since the Metas?

Down the river.

Went to a server paper for me.

For you?

Why?

I'm bringing suit against Den Gehegan.

Worked for him for three months, and I won't pay him.

Well, who's mine in the store?

Aya.

I'd like a pound of sugar on the Burns account

and a half a pound of black pepper.

I'll weigh them out.

How long you going to be in Boonsboro?

At least till I amend this furniture.

You ain't getting paid for that either.

No way.

Well, it looks like you're not getting the head so fast, are you?

I've been spoke to by Ezra Bean.

He wants me to make him up some white oak barrels.

He's starting to whisk you distillery.

Then you'll be staying on his spell.

Maybe.

And maybe not.

Don't bother spoke to me.

He wants me to go buffalo hunting with him out on the prairies.

Buffalo?

Prairies?

How do you like your job?

Fine.

Burns are kindly folk.

What do you have to do?

I'll just tour around.

Women's work.

First thing in the morning, I milk.

How many cows do they got?

Three, but only two is fresh.

And then I get the babies up and make breakfast.

Pancakes?

Sometimes.

Can you flip them?

Of course I can flip them.

Hi.

Hi enough to turn them around.

Clever woman could flip them up at you and run outside

and catch them coming down.

Well, I ain't that.

Ha ha!

You're joking me, ain't you?

Fixing to get mad wasn't she?

God bless you.

This is black pepper.

This is black pepper.

What do you do after breakfast?

I make cheese and so daddies and wash the babies.

And then I make dinner and hold the cabbages

and round the cows in and milk them.

Then on a Monday, I do the washing

and on Tuesday the ironing.

This morning, I strained out a tub of wild honey.

But that ain't every day.

This is Burns.

She's so poorly that I had to put her to bed too.

But then I get to sit by the fire

and read my story book on my Bible.

It's my favorite part of the day.

Readin' a little.

Readin'?

What's the matter with reading?

Put snowshuns in your head.

Well, a head should have some notions in it.

Not the kind you got.

Well, what kind should it have, like yours?

If your head had some notions in it,

instead of all that wrath,

you wouldn't be working here for nothin'.

Oh, it's Nancy.

How are you?

Hot home, you tell you.

You got some books.

Well, that's wonderful.

What books?

I don't know.

But what owns a fable book?

Is it fables?

Yeah.

Did you read it?

No.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you.

No.

I told you.

I don't like books.

Good boy.

Could I borrow it?

I recommend that's why Paul told me to tell you.

Good.

And I'll am below it tonight and get it.

Well, you thank your Paul for being his friend.

Still added, Mr. Linkie?

Well, what?

I get going.

I'm too lazy to stop.

I see you were socializing with Nancy Hanks.

That's nice.

Yeah.

I know where it was.

We was acquainted in Elizabethtown.

She must get quite long from here.

And ever get lonesome when you're working.

And she's busy as a horse's tail and fly time.

You know, she'll make somebody a fine wife.

Why are you doing this, Mrs. Boone?

Doing what?

Trying to make a marriage to it's Nancy Hanks and me.

Ain't that what you're up to?

Yes, I am.

I like Nancy Hanks.

And I think she's gone on you.

And I like you and I think you're gone over her too.

But you know what or not?

Something's keeping you to a part.

I don't see why I shouldn't try to find out what it is

and bring you together.

Mind you, I'm drawn to, huh?

Even sparked or something.

Look or two, I bad as can meeting once.

Right then I drew back.

Why?

Put a reason on it.

She said why she came here?

It looked to work.

It ain't that.

It was to follow me.

Do you think that?

Well, what else can I think?

Sorry, she's upset.

I want a different kind of woman.

I've got my eyes on one too.

As soon as I'm shutthing jobs here,

I'm going to do something about her.

Who is the lucky girl?

You know Christopher Bush in Elizabethtown,

the German fellow with all the sons?

No.

They're good boys.

No back out in them.

I never duck a fight when it's necessary

and nobody ever heard them holler enough.

I take it, they have a sister.

Yep.

She's the one.

Name it, Sarri.

Sarri.

She don't get me fired up the way Nancy does.

She's solid like her brothers.

Solid.

Do you love her?

I could if I took her to life.

That's no way to start.

You have to...

Well, I just hope you're making the right decision.

Well, excuse me Mrs. Boon since Nettison's back.

Hello.

You serve the suit paper on Dengehegan?

Yes, I do.

Dengehegan is countersuing you back.

But what grounds?

He says the timber she hued out for him wasn't cut true in square.

That's a lie.

Well, if it is, it'll come out in the trial.

Well, if it's not, it's not a lie.

Well, I don't know.

I'm not sure.

Well, if it is, it'll come out in the trial.

Well, Becky, how you been?

Fine.

Things been pretty quiet.

I'm not sure it wasn't quiet in Elizabethtown.

How was that?

I had a big wedding.

I tell you, there's more bibbles than you ever seen in your life.

I'm an old, pleasant kid.

Oh, got married.

Well, down Johnson the new jailer over there.

And you ought to see them pour that liquor on.

There was porn whiskey here, there was West Endy Rome,

Dandelion wine and...

Oh, tell you, that was a big wedding.

Well, I got myself a big head.

Excuse me, Becky.

Who's the jailer, Mary?

Huh?

A bride.

Who's a bride?

Oh, she's a big strap on here.

You know, a hairdo, the name of Sarri.

Sarri, Sarri Bush, it was, you know.

I gotta get in the tavern.

If I can get my head through the door.

Paul, Chief Cuttinels was a bad Indian, wasn't he?

Well, he burned a lot of white men at the stake.

It's reading that in the work.

Well, when he was killed, did you peel off his hide and make you raise a storm out of it?

That certainly did not.

That made me as bad as he was.

Who told you that?

Foxy Graham.

Foxy.

He was a big man.

I was a big man.

I was a big man.

I was a big man.

I was a big man.

I was a big man.

I was a big man.

I was a big man.

I was a big man.

Who told you that?

Foxy Graham.

Well, Foxy Graham was stretching troops like his old man does occasionally.

Come right here and hold this for me.

As a matter of fact, my razor strap was made out of a piece of buffalo hide.

I told you, wouldn't it, Skennel?

Well, thank you for sticking up for me.

What can Paulson's talk?

I reckon he talked to one another.

No, I mean talk English.

Now, who told you that?

Cincinnati.

I heard him gabbing to some men.

He said that you're the best rifle shot in Kentucky.

And even the possums know it.

He said once, you treat a possum.

You were just drawing a beat on it.

You yelled up, say your prayer, is possum.

This is Dano Boom down here.

He yelled down, don't you dare.

I'll come down.

Well, that's a stretch or something, but it's a better story.

Nancy Hank says that books can make you laugh and cry.

Can they?

I'll make some folks laugh and cry.

Did you tell her we've got some books?

I told her.

She says books stick you way out yonder, do they?

Well, the good ones do.

Never took me way out yonder.

Maybe I should try another one.

Well, it wouldn't do you any harm.

You haven't been doing too good in your learning.

Maybe it helped to read a few books.

That's not the kind of learning I want.

I won't learn how to kill bears and trap farmers like you do.

Well, there's old times are changing.

Kentucky's not always going to be the dark and bloody ground.

Pretty soon, a man will have to be educated just to live here.

Ron, see what's wrong with being a trapper and a hunter?

Hi, Nancy.

It ain't Mr. Boone.

Israel.

Time to borrow a book?

Yes, I have, thank you.

Books ain't as plenty as wild cats in these parts.

I come to borrow these subscribers.

And I'll bring you, Robinson Crusoe.

I know you like it.

It's about the adventures of a man cast away and it doesn't matter.

Thank you.

There you are, son. Read it.

But tomorrow is bedtime.

Leipart, let Nancy.

Come on in, Nancy.

Back on.

Nancy Haggs is here.

Nancy.

Oh, Nancy, how nicely see you.

Did you hear the news since Anattis brought back from Elizabeth time?

No, ma'am.

We was fixing the boil up some soap and I was busy all day leeching out ashes.

I was going to get a little bit of water.

I'm going to get a little bit of water.

We was fixing the boil up some soap and I was busy all day leeching out ashes and making

lye.

There was a big wedding over there.

And guess who got married?

Fairy Bush and Daniel Johnson.

Oh, my.

Dear.

Is that a bush?

I do believe you're crying.

I thought it'd make you happy.

Well, I'm sad.

I'm sad.

I'm sad.

I'm sad.

You're happy.

Well, I'm sad for Tom.

He was gone on Saturday.

No, he wasn't.

He told me so.

He did.

Yes.

He told me he thought she'd make a good wife, but he wasn't gone on her.

Now you stop that crying.

His book.

Thank you.

I'll take good care of her.

I told Nancy about the wedding.

Now she has a clear feel for Tom Lincoln.

Oh, Tom Lincoln won't never marry me.

He's got something against me.

What in the world has he got against you?

I don't know.

He gets close and then he backs away.

What do you think it is?

Well, I don't know either Nancy unless.

Maybe it's like the idea of your following him over here.

It may think it's a little too forward.

Who says I followed him over here?

Is that what he told you?

Well, he sort of mentioned it.

And you think that that's why Thomas will stand off, fish?

Because he thinks that I'm too forward?

Well, if he does, it's a mighty silly reason.

Come in.

Donald, Tom Lincoln here's got a favor he'd like to ask of you.

He wants you to go down to Skrull Creek and inspect some timbers that he

viewed out for Dengehegan.

Why?

Why?

Ah, so you can testify in a suit and a counter suit to them logs are cut true and honest.

You want me to testify after the mess I got Kentucky in?

That's the only reason I'm here.

It's the least you can do.

You've got a lot of bread.

No, Donald, don't go gettin' ringy.

Just land down.

If justice is gonna be done, I've got to hear testimony from somebody I can trust.

And I figured it might just as well be you.

Well, thank you, since now.

The only reason I might do it is because I liked his father.

Well, not your body, Justice.

Wait a minute.

Which of you gentleman is going to escort Miss Hank's home through the dark to the Burnes's?

Well, I'll be happy to take her.

I rather thought you'd stay here and tell us more of the news of Elizabethtown.

Oh, well, uh, in that case, sir, I'll be happy to stay.

I don't need nobody to walk me home.

Tonight.

Oh, I'll walk you home.

I was going that way anyhow.

Oh, at least we got them together.

Lincoln, he's his.

Honor, he is a sore-toed bear.

Just because he asked you a favor.

No, because he keeps puttin' off that fine girl.

Oh.

I mean, what's that for?

Because I gotta like you.

You know, you're the only married couple I know who makes me regret being a bachelor.

Good night, since now.

Good night, General.

Becky.

Well, I'm obliged for your company.

Why's it nothin'?

Tom, you're a songwriter.

I'm a songwriter.

I'm a songwriter.

I'm a songwriter.

I'm a songwriter.

I'm a songwriter.

I'm a songwriter.

I'm a songwriter.

Tom, you're a song as a papu's tonight.

Not one of your stories.

I wanna say something.

Nancy, my head ain't full of wrath.

I get mad sometimes, sure.

But I only fight when I get insulted.

My man's gotta fight, Dan, or you'd be yellow as a harvest moon if he didn't.

Can't you get it through your head?

I'll try, Tom.

All right, then.

Well, good night.

Wait.

I wanna say something, too.

I'm sorry about Sari Bush getting married to that new fella.

Oh, I'll get over it.

Now I would have to go through all that sparking.

There ain't the real reason I'm glad.

Maybe Sari Bush wasn't the woman at the fireplace.

My dream.

Dream?

I've been having a dream lately.

My sleep.

Same dream.

Every night.

I've had a woman.

I go up this little path.

Strange cabin.

Just like we're done here.

And I know what's inside.

Bear skin's on the bed.

Seat corn hanging down from the rafters.

I know there's a woman in there.

That's what I get scared.

I'm gonna force myself to push open the door and look in.

There she is.

Sitting at the fireplace.

Do you and what?

I don't know.

That's what haunts me.

Her back is always facing me.

I know she's the woman I'm gonna take to wife.

But I can't see what she's doing.

Her husband's going to take her to the fireplace.

Who she is.

Poor Tom.

You have to go in right away?

Yes.

Good night.

I don't work all day on the Sabbath.

After dinner, I usually go down by the river and sit on the bank.

Get a hold of myself a little.

Good night.

Look at this!

Now remember, some of them are begging some small but they all got my initials Tl.

And they're all cut square, straight and true.

All right, and I remember.

Some of them are big and some small,

but they all got my initials, TL, cut and went in,

and they're all cut, square, straight and true.

So you told me?

I'd be 48 of them, and look out for some gig

and might have had cut after I left.

That'll be enough instructions, Tom.

I got something for you.

About what?

About Nancy Hanks.

Suppose she did come here looking for a job.

Does that mean she was following you?

And what if she did?

There's no reason to back off from a girl.

And here are you to judge, anyhow.

That's my business and not yours.

All I'm trying to say is,

don't be subpunking headed about it.

If you're so strung out about being honest,

why don't you be honest with yourself for a change?

Well, that does it.

Well, crew loft.

You just took care of the locks.

I'll take care of my women.

Well, I'm doing this for an opinionated horn handed

fly by night backwards carpenters, more than I can figure out.

Oh, all the way to Sharniss time.

Long time ago.

And when we ain't talking,

you could almost hear the bells.

Bell.

Bells.

Bells ringing out the glory.

The glory of what?

The glory of what?

The glory of what?

The trees and the heavens.

Mortal man with Peter Clay.

Gone tomorrow and here today.

The glory of being alive.

Here.

I'll bring some of my biscuits.

You want to try one?

Don't mind if I do.

There's fresh churned butter on it.

And see?

A square of bare bacon.

I'm a good cook.

Never said you wasn't.

Never said nothing much, except your stories.

It ain't your cooking.

I can eat anything you said before me.

Then what?

Well, it's, uh, it's, it's.

Where is it?

Is it because I come to let him booms bar?

It ain't none of my business where you live.

Who am I to sit and judgment on that?

Then what is it?

Well, if you must know.

It's your giddy goose cap ways.

It's your giddy goose cap ways.

It's a brain wild and notional.

Yeah.

Heads full of dreams and legends and strange stories

and philosophies.

You get God knows where.

Well, you have dreams.

I have one dream.

And it ain't like yours.

And I don't hear bells on the riverbank

or voices in the woods and reading books all the time.

What kind of a woman is that to take the wife?

Combined with it.

What are you?

I'm a believer.

Believer and what?

I believe in babies and people,

in animals and fishes and flowers and houses and farms

and in hunger and thirst and in life

and eternity after life.

And that's what I am.

And that's the kind of wife I'm going to be.

If I ain't the kind of woman to mother my son,

I want a practical boy who grew up to be a useful man.

And I want a woman who can teach him that.

All the wild notions in your head,

I could teach you many things and be any good to him.

Well, I could teach you.

And more than just swinging an axe?

No.

No, you wouldn't be a fit mother.

Or within go.

Go find yourself a mother,

fit enough of your son and get off a mother of a bank.

I've had no one that couldn't get a fair trial here at Coonsboro.

It's robbery. That's what it was.

Robbery.

And then the ones that did it to me.

I hear all the codes.

The whole bunch of you.

And you.

You call yourself a judge to you.

Well, the curse of Michael Feeney being a lawyer,

the only thing that I want to do is to get the money.

You're a lawyer.

I want to get the money.

I want to get the money.

I want to get the money.

I want to get the money.

I want to get the money.

I want to get the money.

The curse of Michael Feeney being a lawyer.

And you're a big busy body.

You're the one that did it to me.

You framed me.

You're all in co-hoots the whole bunch of you.

That's not as to you here.

A fly buzzing.

A fly buzzing.

Well, I don't have to stand here and take your insult to Mr. Bold.

A flying bunch.

There's your hat, Mr. Gaggin.

Me hat.

Let's be on our way, Mr. Gaggin.

I'm, uh...

A blodge for your helmet.

Just told the truth.

I'll, uh...

I'll get on your porch chair right away, Miss.

And I'll get back to the tavern.

Is there you?

Is there...

I need some firewood.

Israel, if you hadn't ever used nose, I'd have that book since a trial.

Just a minute, Mom.

This is a minute.

Firewood.

Yes, ma'am.

Good day?

Oh, fair.

Here's what'll finish his storybook.

What he's about to when his cruel mother made him do his chores.

Mr. Lincoln.

Here's your, uh, porch chair.

Where would you like it?

Right there, and come on in.

Well, how much do you like him?

Not a thing.

Present for Miss Boone.

Thank you very much.

Tea, coffee.

Oh, no thanks.

I, uh, I gotta be moving on.

Oh, you must be getting ready to start your whiskey barrels.

No, I'm...

I'm passing that up.

I'm on my way to New Orleans.

New Orleans?

How?

Well, I'm gonna go down to the...

Oh, hi, and build me a broad-oar and flat boat,

floated to the big river, and then on to the French settlements.

Want to go partners with me?

Me?

Partners?

I know you won't cheat me, Don.

Well, that's a fine, but...

No, there are too many people down there waiting for me.

Well, we could...

Sell a flat boat for the lumber in it, and then come on home.

And what if he can't sell the boat or get stove up in a wreck?

Oh, I've lived on acorns and slept in the rain before.

I reckon I can do it again.

How about it?

Well, uh...

He'll do no such thing.

He's gonna stay right here in Kentucky.

And that's what you should do, too.

Take your gahagan money and buy a farm.

Build a cabin and settle down.

Well, you gotta have a wife to settle down, and I ain't got no wife.

When are you leaving?

Right away.

Aren't you gonna say goodbye to Nancy Hanks?

No, I ain't.

I don't care what I dream about.

A man can't mess up his life on a kind of what he sees in his sleep.

I ain't gonna take her to life, and that's final.

All right, don't.

If you don't want me on her river bank, I'll stay off her river bank.

Taking off a lot of wood shopping to make one of those flatboats.

Now, I'm more to sell a better.

A more lumber.

Well, uh...

You ain't do this thing.

Well, that's as dull as butter paddle.

That's the only thing that frets me.

I ain't found no place to sharpen it.

Well, I might be able to help you.

I know there's a mighty fine, uh, rhinestone.

Where?

Come along, I'll show you.

Hey, wait a minute.

What are you doing, playing tricks on me?

This is where Nancy Hanks works.

The gravestone's out and back.

Come on, she won't see.

Howdy, Dan Long, Nick.

Tom Lincoln, Nick Burns.

Oh, Mr. Lincoln.

Howdy, do.

Want to sharpen the axe, do you?

I'd be obliged.

My wife didn't want me to fetch this stone along,

but it's made me friends with every man east of the Green River.

It needs more water, Nancy.

That's the help in this girl I ever met.

Never gets tuckered out, and she's got my kids lined up

like a squad of Hessian soldiers.

Everyone I'm doing at shore, and if they don't know how,

she shows them, even their ABCs.

You know, I got me a hired girl in a school marm,

both for the price of one, and she's a born teacher.

Well, have at it, I got work to do.

Turn for them, Nancy.

Thank you, Nick.

Turn for them, Nancy.

Thank you, Nick.

Nancy!

I finished it.

I ran all the way through it, and I didn't get any spots on it,

either.

Wash my hands every time before I touched it.

Well, it belongs to treat a book like that.

But did you like it?

Oh, yes, wasn't he good.

He lived on that island for 24 years, all by himself.

Who?

Robinson Crusoe.

And what he saw, the footprints in the sand,

crime, and Aunt Lee, wasn't that a dinger.

Always gets me in the throat that park.

Didn't mean to.

Well, who made the footprints?

A savage, like a Shawnee, only darker.

The cannibals were about to eat him.

Robinson Crusoe saved him.

It was on a Friday, so Robinson named him My Man Friday.

A slave?

No, it wasn't Robinson Handy with his tools.

Me, the way he made his house and built his fort.

Tools?

That's in the book?

It is.

And wasn't old Robinson Crusoe?

And wasn't old Robinson a good man.

Praying to God and cleaving to the promises in the Bible.

Keeping his faith.

Doing all the good he could.

Even when he was taming his goats.

What else have you got, Nancy?

What other books?

Just my Bible.

I didn't think you liked books.

You changed me.

I never knew they had so much good stuff in them.

Well, then I'll give you back your fable book.

That's got lots of good stuff in it.

Only you'll have to think something to get it out.

Could you do that?

I can try.

If you try, then you'll do it.

Maybe there is something to get in some learning.

Paul says, time to change it.

The man has to get educated, D.A. Long in Kentucky.

Your paws right.

It's like you've told him a valuable lesson, Nancy.

I'm much obliged to you.

She could do that for your boy.

She could do it for home.

Couldn't you?

Well, I don't know why not.

Maybe even better as a mother.

Yes.

I don't think I ever said this before in my whole life.

But I'm saying it now.

I was wrong.

I'm a hunk and headed fly by night carbon.

Jesus was a carpenter.

And so was his father.

There's a side of difference, Twix.

Me and Jesus.

Jesus never got married.

Neither did you.

No, but I want to.

I had to dream again last night.

About the woman by the fireplace.

She finally turned around.

Did you see her face?

Yes.

Who was she?

She was you.

What?

So were you Nancy?

Well, I what?

Will you do me the honor to be my wife and the mother of my son?

Yes, I will.

Thank you for the offer.

You know, for a confirmed bachelor,

you seem mighty anxious to get the nut tied.

It's a long trip down the river to my brother's place.

I'll be sure to tell more to car.

Hello.

How will you stop facing Tom? Here you come.

I said goodbye to everybody.

Since the nad just broke down and cried.

I just wish we were having the wedding here.

Oh, Tom wants his brother to stand up with him.

Well, the kudos all loaded.

Your tools and stuff and your basket books are all wrapped in fawn skin.

Thank you, Israel.

Well, that's it then.

Let us know when you have a baby and if it's a boy or not.

Oh, it'll be a boy all right.

Tom can teach him how to split rails,

but there'll still be plenty of room Latin as head for book notions too, won't there?

If you say so.

And we'll name him after your father, Tom.

I'd like that.

Well, we better be going.

Thank you, Becky.

Everything.

Tom.

Thank you.

Got it, Miss.

Can I go see him, boss?

Go in, sir.

A boy, baby.

Maybe he'll rise to high places.

Yeah, he might even be pregnant someday.

I wouldn't go that far.

What was Tom's father's name?

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