Cold Mountain Page #3
Perhaps we might...
perhaps we might take a walk,
A splendid idea,
let me just get your hat,
I dragged my poor daughter 400 miles
from Charleston to Cold Mountain
because my doctors,
they've been sayin' my chest is weak,
So the air's supposed to do me good,
But it's the view I think heals,
It's what people say
we're fightin' for, To keep it that way,
in my church, Mr, Inman,
I imagine God is weary of being called
down on both sides of an argument,
I imagine God is,
Thank you,
Now, your father played the piano, did he?
That's right, He was a teacher,
And is your father living, Mr, Inman?
- He is not,
- And your mother?
No, sir, She died when I was born,
- Secession,
- North Carolina left the Union,
for I don't care to stay here long
- we got our war!
- whoo-hoo!
we got our war! we got it!
we got it! It's about time,
whoo!
- All right!
- Inman! Inman!
Ready to fight, son, ready to fight,
whoo!
we got our war, man,
well, you have your war,
Ada,
Ada,
It's a great day for North Carolina,
Those who follow lincoln
or preach abolition...
you best keep one eye open
when you're sleepin',
Are you the law all of a sudden,
Mr, Teague?
That's right, son,
Home Guard for Haywood County,
And I'm the law from today,
Y'all go fight now,
we'll watch over your sweethearts,
Hey, Teague,
why ain't you fightin'?
'Cause he's too old,
- Yeah!
You might be safer back in Charleston,
- But then who'll be waiting for you?
- Three cheers for North Carolina!
- All right,
Hip hip hurrah!
Hip hip hurrah!
Hip hip hurrah!
Inman, It belongs to Inman,
I got it, He's here,
They found that book
you been worryin' about, soldier,
wait,
I found you this book to take with you,
william Bartram,
They tell me it's good,
I think he writes about these parts,
the author, so...
Thank you,
And this,
I'm not smiling in it,
I don't know how to do that,
hold a smile,
- Ada,
- what?
- whoa!
- He'll be back in a month,
Kiss her for me,
Come on, let's go,
I'll be waiting for you,
lookin' good, Butcher,
Bring home
some Yankee scalps, Swimmer,
Yee-haw!
look out the window, ladies.
See what these poor fools are dyin' for.
How many would still lose a leg
for the rich man's slave?
Most of these soldiers'll be dead by
morning, or if they're stubborn, by nightfall,
I've other men outside
in the courtyard waitin' for beds,
so any kind word will be a blessin',
It's the heat, I'm sorry, They rot,
Pigeon River...
How are you, son?
Cold... Mountain...
I-I'm sorry,
- You want water?
- Cold... Mountain,
Cold Mountain?
Cold Mountain,
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