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Where are you?

Here.

No, Jacob, you

were faraway.

I was thinking...

about when I was a boy.

I miss that--

your being a boy.

What sort of

a boy were you?

I was a bad boy.

When I was little

my brothers and sisters

and I used to...

dream about a good life--

riches and fine horses

and buggies, but...

mostly...

we dreamed about the land.

My father used to dream

about the sea

as if it owned him.

It did.

Anna:

"And there was this storm,"

Aunt Mattie says

"and the shingles from the port

went to sea.

My hat went to sea."

What does

that mean?

"Went to sea."

Means they blew

into the sea.

"My hat went

to sea, too--

"the one

with the bird on it--

in two inches

of rain."

A real bird?

Stop it, Caleb.

Oh, Aunt Mattie

will miss that hat.

"Two inches of rain

by the glass measure."

A glass?

A glass

to measure

the rain?

What about your letter, Sarah?

Oh, just about the weather.

Painting William's boat.

Read it.

"The grass is green

"growing so tall

"that we've mowed it

many times already.

"The trees are lush.

"Autumn will

be beautiful.

"Come visit, all of you... soon.

Love, Mattie."

Beautiful sunset tonight.

A glass to measure the rain?

Caleb, I thought

you'd gone to bed long ago.

I had something to do...

for Papa.

All right.

Upstairs. Come on.

(crickets chirping)

So?

I put the glass there.

AH.

To measure the rain

when it comes.

Thank you for that.

You're welcome.

(chickens clucking)

(hammering)

(thunder crashing)

(horses neighing in distance)

(thunder crashing)

Jacob.

Jacob.

It's just heat lightning.

Try to sleep, Sarah.

I can't without you.

Is it below the mark?

Yeah.

How much?

Almost a foot.

Caleb:

Here's the last

of it.

Sarah:

Thank you.

We have to carry river water

for the animals.

We can do that.

And watch for fires.

Yes.

I have to measure

out our own water.

We already have.

Have to use less.

Anna!

Come on!

Jacob.

Morning, Jess.

How are you?

Seen better days.

Not much work.

Gonna change

soon.

Man:

Hey, Jacob.

Caleb and I want

to walk around town.

All right. I'll be

in the store later.

Caleb:

Going to watch

the blacksmith.

And see if our bridal bed

is ready.

(car engine chugging)

(horn honking)

Ben.

Jacob.

Good morning, Mrs. Parkley.

(woman crying)

You'll be back...

sooner than

you think.

Please don't cry.

Maggie.

Their well is dry.

Caroline, what can we do?

There's nothing to do.

Joseph says

we have to pack up.

Pack up?

Where will you go?

They have family.

Mrs. Parkley:

No, no. I won't

take money, Caroline.

I won't forget.

Thank you.

Joseph says we'll come back.

But we won't.

I know it.

Well, there must be

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