The Sun Shines Bright Page #2

I'd 've sworn I heard a band playin' "Dixie."

Reminds me of that

Second Battle of Manassas.

The one that you Yankees

call Bull Run.

I caught the end of it.

Order in the court!

Order!

Now if there's any more disturbance,

I shall have to clear the courtroom.

Sit down, gentlemen.

Now, I want you to mind Uncle Plez.

And stop lounging around the levee.

Yessir, Judge sir.

They're tying tobacco

up in the Tornado District...

...curing burley...

Now you go up there, and learn

some useful work with those hands.

You hear that, boy?

Of course...

don't risk them wonderful fingers of yours...

...around the corn-sheller...

...or a band-saw...

You just go out there and tell them

that Judge Priest sent you...

...to help his old friends.

Go on up there and tell everybody.

- Thank you, Judge.

- Thank you kindly, Judge.

Justice is indeed blind...

...when her impartial scales are so loaded

against the will of the people.

Mr Maydew...

It is the pleasure of this court

to hear the plea of Mrs Mallie Cramp.

Or shall I judge you in contempt?!

Mallie Cramp!

Mallie...on your feet.

Alright Mallie...what do you plead?

One moment, Mr Maydew!

Please be seated, Mrs Cramp.

Well I hope you get the general to come.

I'll do my best, comrade,

I'll do my best.

William Pittman Priest,

to see the general.

Time for the "priest", General.

General Fairfield...

On behalf of the Gideon K.I.R Encampment...

...The United Confederate Veterans...

...I bring our old commander,

our devotion and respects.

Thank them for me,

Trumpeter Priest.

It would do their hearts good if you came

and thanked them in person, General.

My carriage awaits your pleasure.

I spoke the final word on that,

18 years ago...

...when Dr Lake brought back that girl.

It is your granddaughter, sir.

That sir, I deny.

Goodnight, Trumpeter Priest.

Billy!...

Little Billy Priest...

You'll loom large in my memoirs.

Thank you, General.

Thank you kindly.

Honour Guard!

Advance the colours.

To the flag of our glorious republic!

Right hand...salute!

Gashed with honourable scars...

Low in glory's lap they lie...

Although they fell,

they fell like stars...

...streaming splendour

through the sky.

Cover!

The Gideon K.I.R's Encampment...

The United Confederate Veterans...

...will now come to order.

Our illustrious general...

...regrets that he cannot attend tonight.

He asked me to convey his compliments...

...to the men of the old Fairfield Brigade

of Forest Cavalry.

I'm glad you could come, comrades!

Come in...sit down...sit down!

How's the baccy crop, out your way?

Come in...sit down...sit down.

Judge, are you goin' let those boys

shout it over me?

Well, that's Finney...is that Little Mink?

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