The Prisoner of Shark Island Page #2

"he set my leg better

than any New York specialist could do it...

so I'll just make this

his lucky day and pay him $50."

Oh, yeah?

Well, if that's what he aimed to do-

give us a lucky day-

he certainly knew how

to start it right.

Well, it was nice while we had it.

She's ready for you now.

She sure is ready for you now.

Ah, the stork, huh?

It's here!

Marse Sam, Aunt Rosabelle

ain't gonna have no stork, is she?

Whoa!

Whoa.

- You, come here!

- Who?

You're the man said

his buggy was stolen last night?

Yes, horse and buggy.

Took it right out of my barn.

- Which way'd the tracks go?

- They turned off up thataway.

- They must have come from that way.

- We're on the right track.

- Who lives up that road?

- Dr. Mudd. Samuel A. Mudd.

- Should we try him?

- Sure. We'll try everybody.

It's dead certain he got help

from somebody in this neighborhood.

- What about him?

- Arrest him! Take him down to Washington.

But I tell you, it was not

a question of slavery and never was!

This is a question

of states' rights.

The Constitution of the United States

laid down certain fundamental truths...

igad!

And one of them was that the individual state

had a right to secede...

at any time it so chose.

But what happened? Did-

- What in thunder's that?

- That's just hominy grits.

Eh, hominy grits.

Flies all over everything.

- Where's your ma?

- She hasn't got up yet.

- Well, where's your pa?

- He's out.

What?

Who's sick now?

- Aunt Rosabelle, I think.

- What? What ails Rosabelle?

Huh? Oh.

Say, honey.

- W- Would you mind leaving

the room for a minute?

- Why?

Because your grandpa says so!

Ha, ha, ha.

- "Ha, ha" you! Now run along.

- Shoo, shoo.

- Yes, "shoo, shoo" to you.

- Shoo, shoo.

Get- Get out of here!

Well, what-what-

what about Rosabelle?

Rosabelle's gonna have a baby.

Eh, uh-

Igad, how many is that?

- She say 12.

- Twelve! Eh-

Igad. What's Rosabelle trying to do,

start a whole new generation by herself?

- Janglin' them bells when you're

trying to eat your breakfast!

Uh-Yankees! Igad!

Wait! Sorry, sir, but

is this Dr. Mudd's home?

It is!

- Igad!

- Where is Dr. Mudd?

- Who wants to know?

- Lieutenant Lovell, United States Army.

I am Dr. Mudd's father-in-law...

Colonel Jeremiah Milford Dyer...

Confederate States Army, sir.

- Yes, uh-

- Well, then maybe you'll help us, sir.

We're looking for two men who passed

through this part of Maryland last night.

One of them was hurt.

Had a bad leg- broken probably.

Did you see or hear

anything of them?

If you will order that animal

to keep his filthy Yankee nose out

of my affairs, I may answer you.

Oh, wait outside,

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